Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I’d give it to him in a moment.
He licked his lips, as if savoring himself. “Loved it.”
“Good thing you’ve got an endless supply,” I said, looking down and admiring Sam, his tip still leaking. I couldn’t help myself from reaching down and coating my thumb with him again. I brought it back up, but instead of feeding just one of us, I put my thumb to my lips and grabbed the back of Sam’s head with my free hand.
I pulled him in for a kiss that wrecked me in a way a kiss never had before.
Our tongues met and lapped at my wet thumb, both of us vying for a spot, for a taste. He sucked me between his lips before I took it back, taking the last of his juices for myself, the saltiness of him mixing with the sweetness of his kiss. A potion swirling with love and lust. The kind of thing only found in fantasy novels, where magic happened frequently and effortlessly.
When the kiss broke, I turned my attention back to the table and opened a drawer, pulling on the matte-black loop. The soft white strips of light slowly came on, illuminating the row of toys I had placed down on the soft red velvet. There were alternating sizes of plugs, along with a couple of different shapes. There was a silver vibrating wand that I could guarantee would send him straight into another galaxy. There were two silk blindfolds neatly set between the vibrator and the handcuffs. Underneath it all, lying horizontally, was a long leather crop, one end crowned with a tuft of black feathers, and the other in a small square of thick black leather.
“Holy… fuck,” Sam said.
“We don’t have to use any of it tonight. I just wanted to show you.”
And why did I want to show you so badly? Fuck, Sam. What are you doing to me?
Sam nodded without saying anything, still absorbed by the collection of toys in front of him. He reached in before pulling his hand back at the last second. “Yeah, maybe I’ll wait until next time.”
“We can wait,” I said, registering his use of “next time” and also registering how big of an effect those two words had on me.
The drawer slid silently shut. If I listened hard enough, I was sure I could hear Sam’s breathing over the sound of the trickling water.
“Let’s focus on this first.” I faced Sam, his body a temple I wanted to spend the rest of my life worshipping at. I grabbed him in my hands and pulled him into me, kissing him, our dicks rubbing against each other. He covered my groin in precome, making me slick and sticky.
Making me feel something far past lust. This was an entirely new territory, and I was real fucking excited about the prospect of exploring it.
19
Sam Clark
Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy mother freaking, sex dungeoning crap.
Rocky had a sex room, and I was currently in it, hard as a rock and unable to see straight with the level of need that was coursing through me. This was the last thing I’d been expecting. When we walked past this room earlier, I thought maybe it was a room where he kept his expensive jewelry, or his designer shoes, or his stacks of gold.
I don’t know; rich people were weird.
Or maybe it was where he kept the things that couldn’t be replaced, like photo albums and old family DVDs. It made sense that someone with his amount of money would have a secure room to keep things they couldn’t replace. My imagination took me in all different directions, but it never once took me toward the actual answer.
And now, there I was, standing naked with the man of my literal dreams, surrounded by plush red walls and an array of sex toys that made my cock twitch. Being a virgin, I hadn’t really gotten the chance to explore the things my body liked. My experience went as far as my hand and my laptop, with a couple of fingers and a cucumber thrown in there for good measure.
But that was it. I had never played with a sex swing or with a feathered whip.
Freaking gay hell, I didn’t know what the majority of items inside that drawer did… but I definitely wouldn’t mind figuring it all out.
Rocky kissed me then, his big hands holding my hips as he pulled our bodies together, his tongue lashing mine. His heat was overwhelming in the best kind of way. I breathed him in, kissing him back, my hands gliding up and down his muscular back. The sinews of muscle dipped and rose under my fingers, his shoulders like solid brick walls. I trailed my hands down, swallowing his moan as I grabbed his ass, squeezing him and feeling more firm muscle. Between us, his cock throbbed, pushing against my belly. I responded in the same way, both of us twitching and pulsing as the kiss continued, enveloping us both in a tidal wave of passion.