Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 123873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“Such a dirty mouth.” Brendan mocked him softly, yet even under the edge of something like contempt in that deep-drawling voice…there was warmth there, too. Undeniable. Warmth, lust, those little things that couldn’t be controlled, that turned those mocking words from something meant to hurt into something spoken and given for one reason alone:
To give pleasure.
And that warmth was stronger as Brendan paused, fingers still half slipped inside Cillian. “…condom?” he questioned.
Cillian fluttered his eyes open. Brendan was glorious above him, kneeling between his thighs with his broad shoulders holding Cillian’s legs open, every ripple of muscle gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat in the low light until Brendan was a sculpture of raw masculine sensuality, captured at the peak of arousal, his long, thick cock standing hard and stark-veined and flushed so hotly, slicked so wetly, its tip bucking upward to tease against Brendan’s navel and leave little glimmers of dripping pre-come against his skin.
Fuck, Cillian wanted that cock inside him without…without anything in the way. He bit his lip, eyeing Brendan hungrily, then offered, “I’m clean, if…if you…”
“Mm…clear and tested.” A controlled, tight twist of Brendan’s hips and he ground the base of his cock against the base of Cillian’s, a deep sound reverberating in his throat in echo to Cillian’s strained gasp, the way everything inside him clenched. “So do you want…?”
“Come inside me,” Cillian begged, and arched himself up, pressing against those fingers that rested too quiet inside him, falling short of what he craved. “Make me dirty inside. Please.”
“…I think you just want to feel marked, don’t you.” Stretching over him, sinking down against him, Brendan dipped to nuzzle at Cillian’s jaw, his throat. “Then let me mark you from the inside.”
Those thick fingers slid out of him, then, leaving behind slickness, that stretched sensation…before Brendan’s cock pressed in their place, that round head burning-hot against Cillian’s already-sore entrance, dripping against his skin. He grit his teeth, bracing in anticipation, almost slammed his eyes closed, but…
He wanted to watch.
He wanted Brendan looking at him, seeing him.
And he met burning brown eyes and let them become his everything in that intense way Brendan had, as Brendan sank strong fingers into Cillian’s thigh and thrust.
Splitting. Stretching. Hard, sliding a few slick inches against Cillian before hitting the limit Cillian could stretch and stopping. Cillian let out a rough scream, grasping at Brendan’s wrists, jerking and rolling and writhing himself on that cock, dragging against his inner walls until he nearly ignited. So thick, God, he wanted it deeper, deeper, and Brendan gave him deeper, that momentary pause lasting only a breath before Brendan let out a low growl and flexed his entire body with carefully controlled strength. Strength that concentrated into the rock and flow of his hips, grinding his cock further into Cillian, opening him like a tongue sliding deep, yet no tongue could imprint on him this way. No tongue could fill him this way, hitting hard and touching every emptiness inside him.
No tongue could make him lose himself this way, as he grasped tight to Brendan and wrapped his legs around him and spread himself wide to be fucked.
There was something about it—something about that feeling as Brendan began to move, dragging that hard cock inside him, surging in slow and deep, drawing out in torturous rushes, reshaping Cillian’s insides…he couldn’t get enough, completely drowning in it, throwing himself into the rocking rhythm of Brendan’s thrusts, gasping for breath and holding himself tense and every time Brendan slammed home and hit that flash-explosive spot inside him, Cillian strained to stretch himself more, to pull Brendan in to feel his cock touching somewhere that felt like it went beyond flesh.
And the entire time, he never looked away.
Never looked away from the fixed, almost obsessive look in Brendan’s eyes; never looked away from the intense ferocity of that sinfully handsome face, those red-parted lips. Never looked away from the sheer beauty in the tension and coiling of Brendan’s body, the way every last muscle gave its own individual shiver each time he poured all of himself into the next thrust that seared Cillian open and left him raw inside.
And when Brendan leaned down, kissed him, caught his mouth and ravaged it with open-mouthed greed, licking and biting his mouth Cillian’s lips became surrender and his body became weakness…
The moment he felt those first heated drops spilling into him, Cillian lost all reason and all control.
He dug his fingers into Brendan’s hair, kissed him back roughly, pleading, tasting, craving more. Cillian wrapped his fingers around his own cock just as Brendan slid into him again, searched deeper, held, throbbing inside him. That perfect spot, that perfect feeling, and Cillian stroked desperately at his own cock, pushing himself high in a single powerful burst, scraping his senses raw. There—there, there, there, frantic needy hungry want it fuck me fuck me fuck me—