Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I lean back, resting my elbows on either side of the sink, my shoulder blades against the mirror. Lifting my legs, I invite him to take me right here, and he doesn’t waste time getting that thick girth of his up in me, pacing himself just right, letting me adjust to him, but also getting it back to where it hits all the right nerves, sending rushes of heat soaring through my body.
I lean my head back against the mirror and roll it back and forth, moaning as he hooks his arms under my legs and fucks me good.
“Bottom Boy, huh?” he asks with a sly smirk.
“Yeah, Daddy. Your Bottom Boy.”
I feel like my ass just tightened up, but I realize he got harder.
I whimper as he leans down and wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me to him for a wet, tongue-filled kiss.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs gently, then claims my mouth again with his, moving his lips about as frenzied as he’s moving his cock inside me.
How is he so many things all at once—a caring father for his family, a hero on the job, and a great lay in the sack? And it’s more than the fucking that gets me all wound up. It’s how safe I feel when he holds me in his strong arms…and how he lowers my defenses. Unlike when we first met, it’s not just my body that I want to let him inside of anymore. I want to open up and share all those things inside me that I’ve tried to shield from everyone else, which is scary as fuck. But Jackson’s the first guy I’ve ever met who seems strong enough to handle those parts. To not run away when he sees the real Derek.
Guiding me with the hand around my neck, he pulls me upright so I have to wrap an arm around him, my body pressed against his as he continues pushing inside me before he lifts me up again and spins around. He hurries across the bathroom and pushes me up against the opposite wall.
“Oh, Daddy,” I call out, loving how he can just throw me around like this. How he can support all my weight so effortlessly while he drives that dick right back to my prostate. “I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
29
Jackson
“You do. So fucking good.” Does he somehow not know that? Derek is confident when he fucks. He knows he’s good, but I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge that when we’re together, it’s more than fucking. It’s like we’re merging two, becoming one, which I’m aware sounds corny as fuck and exactly the reason I won’t say it out loud, but he knows. He has to fucking know.
“My balls are so goddamn full, but I don’t want to come. Want to fuck you every way I can.” I pull away from the wall, our bodies still fused together as I carry him into his bedroom. The lights are dim, but I still almost trip over a shoe, blinded by my lust for him. I drop Derek onto the bed so he’s lying horizontal, his legs hanging off the edge. I pull out, listening to him groan before dropping to my knees and pushing two fingers into his eager little hole.
“Fuck yesss…” he hisses as I fuck him with them, watch his body stretch for me and mold to me as I finger him.
Leaning forward, I lap at his balls, sucking them into my mouth.
“Jackson…need you.” Derek thrashes around, his hands fisted in the blanket.
“You have me, boy. Daddy’s right here. I just want to play.”
“Play all you want, but do it with your cock in me,” he says, his voice a mixture of Derek’s sass and sexual hunger.
I pull my fingers out. “See, now you’re being naughty.”
“Should I get my dildo?” Derek asks and I chuckle.
“Christ, I have fun with you.” I’m not sure I’ve ever had more fun with anyone than I have with Derek. When I’m with him, it’s only about the two of us. What we want and how we feel and not all that other shit that’s always there waiting.
Standing, I grab the lube and slick up my dick some more. “Hold your legs back,” I tell him, and Derek does. I rub the head of my cock against his rim. “Is this what you want? Do you want my dick?”
“Yes,” he replies.
“Tell me. Tell me you want my dick.”
“I want your dick.” He trembles and then adds, “I need it.”
“I need you too.” I push back in, stretching him wide, lean over and take his mouth as I thrust slowly into him. He grabs my ass. His blunt nails dig in—my tongue pushing into his mouth and my cock inside his hole in unison.