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)
“Oh. My. Fucking. God. You’re so damn deep.” Day breathed. He kept himself fully seated while he gyrated like a striper doing a lap dance, and he could tell that it was driving his big lover crazy.
God’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his mouth set in a hard grimace, his brows scrunched together with concentration. “You sexy bastard.” God held his hands loosely on Day’s hips, letting him wind and grind freely until Day began to pick up the pace. God dropped his forehead to Day’s shoulder and murmured a bunch of nonsense while biting and grunting his cries into the muscle. Day wanted to pump his fist at the victory.
“Yeah. Say I’m your man,” Day ordered, snapping his hips back and forth in fast, vicious motions.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuck.” God panted as his hips were rocked back and forth by Day’s powerful thrust.
Day brought both feet up to place flat on the ottoman for leverage and began to rise and fall on God’s rigid cock. He rose until God’s cock head was all the way out before slamming back down, his ass slapping God’s thighs… and then again… and again.
“Shit,” God yelled. “You’re my man, yes, fuck. This is your cock, baby. Fuck it, fuck it!”
Day bounced up and down until God was yelling he was about to come. Day dropped his legs back to the floor and ground his hot ass against God’s pelvis again. God’s dick went concrete hard and pulsed inside him, waves of hot come searing his channel.
God’s head was thrown back in ecstasy and Day squeezed and released his walls repeatedly.
God groaned long and deep. “Fuck yeah. Milk my dick. Mmm, fuck,” God said, trying to hold Day’s hips in place.
Day knocked God’s hands off his waist, making God laugh a deep throaty chuckle. “You got something to prove to me, sweetheart, huh?” God mocked him.
Day leaned in and bit God’s neck, sucking up a deep welt. God’s strong hand was on his cock, starting to pump him with fast, determined strokes. Day slapped God’s palm off his cock. He stood up, his legs still straddling God’s wide body. He walked forward, forcing God to lie back, and prop himself on his elbows.
Day looked down at him with a possessive snarl and began to pump his cock with lightning-fast strokes, his wrist twisting when he got to the head. Day grunted and snapped his hips with his movements. God’s eyes narrowed as he watched him closely. Day looked into God’s bright green eyes and slowed his thrust just enough to reach back and scoop his man’s come to lubricate his calloused palm. God sucked in a sharp breath and leaned in to lick Day’s stomach.
“So fucking hot,” God confessed.
“Mine,” Day moaned and lowered his body so he was almost sitting on God’s chest. He pumped furiously. Day fumbled for one of God’s hands and placed it between his legs on his drawn-up sack. “Squeeze my balls,” Day commanded.
“Oh you motherfucker,” God watched his man in fascination.
God had Day’s balls in a viselike grip, tugging them downward, the pain erotically sweet. Day threw his head back as his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. His shaft throbbed in his palm; his thighs trembled with the intensity of his need to come. “Pull my balls… uuugh… fuck! Pull’em! Uuuugh, harder. I’m coming! Fuuuuck!” Day’s body jerked violently.
“Can a bitch do this?” he hissed.
He grabbed a handful of God’s silky curls and pulled, making him tilt his head back and show his throat. Day’s senses snapped, turning feral. Day growled with the animalistic urge to leave a large bite mark on his man. Day bowed forward as his cock’s first eruption of a thick, white rope of come hit God’s Adam’s apple, followed by much more painting his lover’s neck and cheek. Day pulled slow, firm strokes up to his head before dragging back down until he was completely emptied.
“Mmmhmm. I’m yours, sweetheart,” God said, giving him a sexy grin.
“Fucking right you are,” Day said while he kissed and licked God’s face clean.
Too Good To Be True
God and Day were on their way to pick up Genesis to watch the game over at their house. Day had also invited his brother, along with Ronowski and Johnson. The game wasn’t starting until five, but God wanted to throw the ball around with Genesis, maybe even play a few games of Madden with him before the guys came over.
God swerved into the driveway and as soon as he dropped down from the driver’s seat and slammed the door, Genesis rushed him, almost knocking him over. They wrestled with each other until their mom appeared in the front doorframe.
“Let them get in the house, Genny, my goodness.” She laughed at their horse playing.
“Yeah, Genny.” God teased his brother’s nickname and was thanked with a hard pop to the back of his head. He chased Genesis around the yard until his mom yelled at him to get over there and give her a kiss.