Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
As soon as he could he was going to make sure they were disease free and he could shoot his come so deep inside his lover that he’d taste it.
God panted against Day’s sweaty neck, his cock still semi hard and throbbing. He just barely inched his hips back and let his cock slip out of its silky confinement. He realized his stomach was not only drenched from sweat but also Day’s come.
Motherfucker.
Despite his brutality, his lover had gotten off, and judging by the amount of squishy mess between their muscled torsos, it’d been a damn good one.
God’s cock rested against Day’s hole and he absently pushed against the quivering bud. Day hissed and it made God latch his mouth onto the tender spot on Day’s neck and suck as hard as he could. He was still satisfying his craving to mark Day as his own. If he could have he’d probably have branded him with his name too. Somewhere very visible—maybe his forehead—God’s Property.
Going Stir Crazy
Day woke up to the sun shining in his eyes; he turned to his back, and had to bite his fist to keep from yelling from the pain radiating through his ass.
Fuck, shit, damn, hell!
There just wasn’t a curse word invented yet to describe how Day’s ass was feeling at that very moment. You better hope you got it all out of your system, Cash, ’cause I’ll be damned if you’re getting a repeat tonight.
Day admitted to himself that although the first few seconds after God entered him were damn near torture, it did turn into some powerfully good sex that had him coming so hard he’d seen stars, and he’d never even touched his dick. It was just after eight in the morning and he knew God wasn’t in the bed with him because there was no body heat coming from his side of the bed.
Day propped his elbow up, positioned himself carefully on his side; and grabbed the remote off the nightstand. As soon as he turned on the fifty-inch flat screen mounted on the wall, it flashed a special report about yesterday's drug raid and Day quickly flicked to another station… same thing.
What channel is Food Network? Shit.
Day quickly scanned the guide and selected a channel he knew wouldn’t be reporting news of a drug kingpin being killed. He’d been there… lived it. He didn’t need to watch it on television.
Day groaned at the reality cooking show that was on, but left it on anyway. He was just dozing back off when God came through the door carrying a tray. He wore a sexy smile on his face and no shirt… just muscles and tattoos on full display. Day couldn’t believe his hole was actually clenching.
Glutton for punishment.
Day could see the newspaper hanging off one side of the tray, and a tall glass of grapefruit juice.
“I thought you might be a little, umm… sore. So I made you breakfast,” God said proudly.
When God lowered the tray to the bed Day immediately had to halt his first reaction—which was to burst out laughing. Accompanying the newspaper and glass of juice was a small mug of coffee that was too dark for Day’s liking, two pieces of burned toast with too much un-melted butter on them so the toast must be cold, and a big bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal with a spoon large enough to stir spaghetti sauce.
God handed Day the coffee first. “Here. I know this is what you want first.” God chuckled.
Day winked at him and took the mug. Day took a decent sip and cringed internally at the bitter, cold coffee. When Day looked closer into the mug, he could see quite a few coffee grounds floating around.
He looked up, gave his lover a genuine smile, and said, “Thank you, babe. It’s perfect.”
God looked so pleased with himself that Day vowed he was going to eat and drink every single thing on the tray. He picked up the toast, took a bite, and quickly chased it with some grapefruit juice. God climbed in bed from the other side and spooned him from the back, kissing him across his neck and shoulders.
“Are you feeling okay? Did I hurt you?” God asked in a low voice.
Day swallowed the mouth full of half-soggy cereal, almost gagging at the texture before answering God in a relaxed tone.
“No. You didn’t hurt me at all. I’m a little tender, but it will go away soon.”
“You’re lying.” God kissed his cheek. “I’m going to run you a bath in that swimming pool you’ve got in your bathroom.”
“Only if you join me.”
God kissed him again and went into the bathroom.
Day ate his food faster than humanly possible and scarfed down the horrific coffee in an effort to taste it as little as possible. He said a silent prayer that he didn’t get indigestion and placed the tray on the floor.