Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he panted. “Jesus fuck, KC.” He kissed my neck, a long trail of wet kisses, sucking my skin, licking at it, while his hands roamed my body with greed lacing every movement.
Much fucking better.
I breathed out and covered his hand on my stomach with my own, and I guided it down to my cock.
“Mmm…my mouth is already watering.” He withdrew from my ass much slower than when he’d entered me, but then he was in motion. He turned me around and sank to his knees, and in a fluid movement, he sucked my cock down his throat.
I cursed and gripped the bar behind me with one hand, and with the other, I pushed my fingers through his hair.
“That’s it,” I exhaled. “Suck me for all you’re worth.”
He closed his eyes and redoubled his efforts, and his hands returned to my ass. One of his hands went between my legs, so I widened my stance. Unfortunately, it meant I had to use both hands to stay upright, but when he peered up at me, I knew I didn’t have to hold him in place. He had no intention of stalling or teasing me.
I tightened my grip on the handlebar as he sucked me harder, and my moans soon filled the air. He gave me everything I wanted. Perfect mouth on my cock, plus two fingers in my ass.
It wasn’t gonna be long.
“Christ, just like that,” I groaned. He swallowed around the head of me and twisted his fingers deep inside my ass.
Shivers upon shivers rolled through me, each one adding to the buildup. A tingling sensation began at the back of my neck, and it spread out my arms and down my back. My stomach tightened. My balls felt full and heavy.
Almost.
The way he swirled his tongue around me…
How he tightened his lips…
I tensed up and sucked in a breath, and I welcomed the euphoria.
I managed a quick nod before the pleasure exploded, and I started coming down his throat. To which he quickly pulled back a little; he gripped the base of my cock tightly, stroked it firmly, and sucked the top half as hard as he could. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. Just like that. I came hard, feeling each burst of come rush up my cock and coat the roof of his mouth.
My climax subsided, leaving me a panting mess, and Lucian kissed his way up my torso, then cupped my face in his hands and kissed me forcefully. A groan gusted out of me as he swept his tongue into my mouth and shared my come with me. I locked an arm around his neck and pressed myself against him, and we made out until we’d swallowed every drop.
“Fucking hell,” I rasped. “I love you.”
He smiled, out of breath. “I love you too.” He licked his lips and kissed me quickly. “We needed this.”
I nodded. Understatement.
We weren’t done making out yet. We continued kissing and feeling each other up as we got clean, and by then, we could hear the boys in the kitchen. And I needed to get my ass in my wheelchair. Given our plans for the day, it was best I remained seated for a few hours, and then I could do stretching exercises for an hour or so in our cabin right before the event, because I wanted to be on my feet for the egg hunt.
“Let’s get you some waffles.” I stole one more kiss, a deep, tongue-teasing kiss that earned me some good groping from him.
“Mmm, because waffles are very welcome in our love story.”
Huh?
I inched back and looked at him.
His eyes flashed with amusement and affection. “That was the term you used about us—love story. Which is so unlike you, and that’s why it’s fucking precious.”
Oh. I see. He was gonna mock my incredibly romantic ways?
“I haven’t decided whether I’m giving our love story a happy ending,” I told him. “I could strangle you. That’s an option too.”
He cracked up and hugged me tightly, and it earned him a light punch to his side. A very light punch.
“Christ—with the violence all the time,” he laughed. “Like son, like Daddy.”
Hilarious. I broke free and turned off the water.
“And you love accusing me of being a troll,” I scoffed.
“I’m not a troll.” He grinned and opened the shower door. “I’m just a man in a love story, teasing my bae.”
I coughed around a chuckle that I couldn’t suppress. Bastard! “Don’t ever use that term again. You learned that from Noa.”
“He keeps my vernacular up-to-date.”
Not to mention ridiculous.
I shook my head in amusement and walked out of the shower, and I grabbed us some towels. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“How cute?”
I threw the towel over his head. “Even cuter now.”
He snorted a laugh and yanked the towel forward, so that his hair pointed in every direction when he emerged with a stupid grin.