Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Yes! Show me!” he ordered again, hands fisting in the pillows. I pulled out to the tip, then snapped my hips forward again, over and over and over, taking him hard, railing into his willing hole.
Cyrus arched back to meet me, guttural sounds pushing past his lips as his ass made greedy pulls on my dick. He was so tight around me, like his body was made for mine. I lost myself to the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of our rough breathing, strangled cries in this form of heaven we made together.
Need crackled beneath my skin. I wanted my dick inside him all night. Wanted to fill him with my cum and watch it spill out of him, then fuck it back in again. “Mine,” I said close to his ear again, Cyrus’s body pliant beneath mine.
“Oh God, right there. Fuck me harder.”
My head spun, or maybe it was the room. Maybe the world had stopped spinning, and we were the only two people left in it. I didn’t let up on him, hammering that spot inside him with hard, fast snaps of my hips until Cyrus’s hole tightened around my cock, his body vibrating and shuddering against my skin.
It was all I needed, his orgasm coaxing my own out as lights and colors flashed behind my eyelids, my teeth bared before I sucked the skin at his shoulder into my mouth and came in his ass, filling him with my cum.
We lay there, catching our breath, my dick twitching and still pumping my release inside him. When I began to soften, I pulled out, lying on my side and pulling him into my arms. “My little lamb,” I whispered into his hair.
“I love you. So much.”
I love you too.
“Too hard?” I asked, slipping my fingers between his ass cheeks.
“Perfect.”
I smiled and pushed my fingers inside him, feeling my release there, hot and thick and right where it belonged.
“Come.” Getting out of bed was the last thing I wanted, but I knew how Cyrus liked his baths, and I wanted to take care of him, wanted to make sure he knew he was more than just a hole to me, even if I couldn’t give him those words right then.
He nodded, let me take his hand and lead him to the bathroom. I started the bath, then took a washcloth and knelt behind him, cleaning him up some. Cyrus bent over the counter so I could get to him better. His rim was red and puffy. I kissed it, getting my own cum on my lips before wiping at it again.
“Sex has never been as raw and honest as it is with you,” he told me.
It didn’t feel like enough. I wanted to give him everything. Wanted every part of him to be mine, for Cyrus to melt into me and for us to be one.
I stood up and turned him so we were facing each other. “Don’t move,” I ordered, and he nodded. My heart banged against my chest, blood rushing through my ears as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his again.
Cyrus started to shake, but he did his best not to shift even an inch. He was so good for me, always so good for me. It was that thought that made me lash at his lips with my tongue, tasting them this way for the first time.
“Open.” My lips brushed his as I muttered that one word, and he did. I flicked my tongue into his mouth and nearly went weak in the knees. This…yes, I wanted this, so much. He tasted so sweet, so mine. “You can move now, little lamb,” and when I pushed my tongue into his mouth again, he danced his with mine, kissing and sucking, licking and tasting. I was drunk off him, addicted to him, hands on his hips, fingers pressing into his skin as I kissed and kissed and kissed. I was mesmerized with how our tongues moved together, how they played and wrestled, and the feel of his smaller body against mine. My hands tangled in his hair, never wanting this moment to end.
When he whimpered, I swallowed it down. Was this what kissing was like for everyone? I didn’t think so. It hadn’t been for me all those years ago, and nothing between Cyrus and me was like it was between anyone else.
I didn’t stop kissing him as I walked him to the tub, as I tapped his leg for him to lift it and get in. I turned the water off and lay with my back against the tub. He turned his head, my hand on his cheek as I kissed and kissed and kissed.
“I like this.” Cyrus smiled, and I kissed that too. There was nothing like his smile. It lit me up from the inside out.