Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I couldn’t ask for more.
It had been a wild ride, but I finally found some semblance of peace in my life, and a lot of that had to do with Austin coming back, exactly when I needed him the most. Even though I had forgotten about our connection, the world sure didn’t, and it pushed us right back together. We might not have made it—not many couples pull off a successful second chance, especially not ones with the kind of baggage we had to unload between us—but we did it.
We beat the odds, even though the odds tried very fucking hard to beat us.
Speaking of “hard” and “beating” things…
I rolled over so that I could kiss Austin, soft, his eyes blinking away some sleep. He smiled against my lips. Even though he may have just woken from the waist up, it sure felt like he was up already from his belly button down.
A quick shift of my hips and our morning woods pressed together, kindling for a bonfire. I kissed him again, smiling. I used to hate mornings, Wednesdays especially, and now I looked forward to them. Even the mornings that started off my workweek. I couldn’t get enough of waking up naked next to my man, who was also equally as naked (and hard) as I was.
“Morning, babe,” I said, reaching under the covers and grabbing us both in a loose grip.
“Mhmmm,” Austin answered, pressing his head into the pillow, eyes shut and legs stretching. He liked the mornings the same way I did, but his words took a little longer to form than mine. Which was fine. We didn’t need words for what I planned on doing.
I pushed the covers off and let our skin meet the morning ocean breeze that drifted in from the cracked-open window. Austin looked like a full breakfast buffet, lying there with his stiff cock pulsing in the air, a dark crown of hair leading up to his belly button, covering his chest, where a silver bar glinted on his left nipple.
The nipple ring had been my suggestion, but I had a feeling by his moans that he liked it even better than I did.
I kissed my way down to the nipple ring, using my tongue to play with it. “Like that?”
“Mhmmm,” he answered, body starting to squirm underneath me. My balls were already growing tight. All Austin needed to do was blink at me and I was already precoming a puddle in my boxers, so having him naked underneath me really walked me right up to the edge.
I wanted more, though, and judging by the way Austin writhed, positioning my cock between his legs, against his hole, I knew he wanted it, too.
I leaned on the bed and reached for the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and taking out the slicked bottle of lube. It wasn’t the first (and highly likely not the last) time I wondered why the bottles didn’t have some kind of silicone grip or something.
Motherfuckers were as slippery as a wriggling bass! No matter how care—
Didn’t matter. Austin Romero—hot, sexy, needy, and spreading himself open for me—was all that mattered.
“Fuck, baby, hold yourself open, just like that.” I crouched, balancing on my knees and setting the lube aside for a second. I gathered up spit and let it loose on his hole. He dripped as I went in, burying my face between his ass. He grabbed his legs and lifted himself higher, his moans turning slightly higher-pitched the more I tongued him, the deeper I probed. I ate him out without abandon, devouring him, appreciating every fucking piece of him.
His grunts were answered by my moans, which I knew vibrated straight through to his very core.
Austin’s bucking grew intense, his hole soaked and ready for me as I lined my cock up, squirting some lube even though eating him out seemed to have done the trick.
I knew I wasn’t going to last very long this morning, so I wanted to savor every second of this. Every inch that I watched get swallowed by Austin’s greedy body. I dropped my head back and got lost in the sensation that was us becoming one. Austin had his calves on my shoulders and his cock in one hand, eyes closing just like mine, primal moans growing louder—just like mine.
“Harder, Charlie, fuck me harder.”
There were his words, and he found the perfect time to use them.
I gave him what he wanted, driving in deep. I kept my thrusts long and hard, pushing the limit, seeing the stars.
“Oh God, yes, Charlie, ohhh fuck me that feels so fucking good.” Austin practically shouted it, hands fisting the sheets, the head of his cock engorged and looking like it was two more strokes away from busting.
Ohhhh fuck, so am I.
His ass had a vise grip around my cock. An inferno of lust filled me, driving my hips deeper and harder, every thrust pushing a grunt from Austin’s throat. I reached for his neck, holding his head up. His pearl earring glittered in the morning sun, already shining bright as a cloudless afternoon day. A moan built up in me, coming out more as an animal sound as I watched him devour me whole. His ass bounced against me, those sexy globes of muscle fitting like a glove around me.