Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
This wild feeling of possession surged through me. I had dominated many men, had many men, but none gave me the satisfaction I found in him, and through the gift he gave me—his submission and his loyalty—I felt more whole than I ever had. “Take off my pants.”
Finley’s blue eyes zeroed in on me, a smile on those sweet lips of his. “Yes, Sir.”
I removed my shirt as he began opening my pants. Once my shirt was on the floor, I lifted my hips and he pulled my jeans down. He stopped when he got to my shoes, removing them and my socks. When I was naked, he leaned over and kissed the tops of my feet. It was such a simple thing, but it made me feel worshipped in a way I hadn’t known I needed.
“Can I suck you?”
“Lick my balls first. Tell me why you like it there.”
Finley leaned in and immediately began lapping at my sac with long strokes of his tongue. “It’s where I belong—at your feet, between your legs. Like, I feel so close to you, you’re surrounding me, and I breathe you in and know everything will be okay.”
My hand knotted tightly in his hair as he began tonguing my balls again. He put so much faith in me, gave himself to me the way he should, and I wouldn’t allow myself to let him down again.
“More…please,” Finley begged, and I pulled his head back by his hair, made him look up at me before smacking him. His eyes rolled back, not from the strength of the slap, but in obvious pleasure that rushed through him and made him twitch.
“God, yes, Aidan. I—” I pushed my cock between his lips before he could say more. Fucked into his mouth with long, deep strokes, pushing back toward the spot that made him gag. He was getting much better at this.
I pulled out and slipped in again. “Relax your throat, precious boy. Breathe through your nose. You can do this. Make your Sir proud.”
I felt the tension ease out of him. He nodded, eyes firmly on me, dick stretching his lips. We didn’t turn away from each other as I fucked his mouth, pushing past that point, testing him, using him, the way we both needed.
His hands were on my thighs, where he could tap if it was too much. When he didn’t, I pushed him down, felt his throat loosen as I slowly worked my way as deep as I could. I held him there, in control of him, then pulled him off again. “Good?”
“Perfect.”
I used his mouth like it was a hole for me to fuck, taking my pleasure and making him soar. Each time I thought I would come, I pulled his hair back, leaned over, and licked his tears, or kissed the tip of his nose, or spit in his mouth—nasty, dirty things, and sweet, caring things, though in a lot of ways, for us they were all the same. Maybe not for some, but that didn’t matter.
The last time I pulled him off, something in my movements must have told him I was done with him. Finley tried to go for me again, his pupils wide. “Please, Sir. Please, I want your load.”
“And I plan to give it to you, when and how I wish.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Finley
“Take off your clothes,” Aidan ordered, and I shoved to my feet. My brain was already spinning, like I was too open and taking everything in—the feel of the carpet, soft beneath my feet, the cool air against my skin, the scent of Aidan’s musk and woodsy bodywash in my nose. I was overly stimulated, tugging at my clothes, my eyes unable to focus, while I was working through the fact that Aidan had agreed to be my boyfriend, and wondering if he could possibly love me the way I loved him, and oh God, was he finally going to fuck me?
Suddenly his hand was on my face. I hadn’t even seen him stand, but he was there, in front of me, and my thoughts began to settle with the feel of his skin against mine, smooth with a couple of rough spots. That easily, Aidan could center me. That was the extent of his power over me, the power I gave him, which made me feel both strong and utterly raw at the same time.
He backed me toward the dresser, then lifted me and set me on it. I realized I still had my socks and underwear on.
“Focus on me.” His voice was steady as always. “Take a couple of deep breaths.”
I breathed as I bowed my head, resting my hands on the surface between my legs.
“Christ, you are so beautiful.” He touched my face again, ran his hand down my neck, wrapped an arm around me and traced my spine with a finger.