Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
This Jag understood, and his attention instantly shifted to Dane’s face. Cheeks flushed, dark hair framing his handsome face, he could be an ancient barbarian, or a trapper miles away from civilisation, but Dane didn’t need to fantasize about outlandish concepts, because the man gasping for air above him already was a beast led by basic urges.
Jag shifted closer, until his knees slid under Dane’s arms, and he leaned forward, stuffing his cock deeper into Dane’s waiting mouth.
“You want me to breed this hole?” he rasped.
Oh fuck. Yes.
Dane knew he shouldn’t let Jag talk to him like that. He shouldn’t let anyone dominate him this way, yet when push came to shove and the wiry pubes tickled his nose, all he could do was nod and moan, sending vibrations all over the cock stuffed into his relaxed throat. The short arrangement he’d had with Rob had rid Dane of whatever had been left of his gag reflex, so now that Jag’s dick was embedded in his mouth hole, he just looked up, provoking his beast.
Jag’s eyes were wide as if he’d snorted a line, and he slipped both his hands into Dane’s hair, gripping without mercy. He’d be holding Dane in place until he got his fill.
Jag moaned when his balls rested on Dane’s hairy chin, intoxicating Dane with a potent scent that sent lightning bolts of arousal down to his cock time and time again.
“Yes, yes, take all of it,” Jag whispered and didn’t hesitate. He lacked experience, yet none of that seemed to matter when his body found the willing opening of Dane’s mouth. There was no easing in. Jag’s thrusts came hard and fast, and he held Dane’s head still while he rode his tongue.
His cock, thick yet not overly long, should have been harder to swallow down, demanded more technique, but Dane’s desire made his throat relax and expand to accommodate the girth. And while in his secret fantasies, the monsters mounting him would always pin him down by force, it was he who feared Jag might pull away too soon, so he wrapped his arms around the thrusting hips. At this point, they were both two mindless beasts, rutting in the semi-darkness as if the only thing that mattered in life was climax.
Lust roared inside him every time Jag plunged his dick in, provoking that embarrassing swallowing noise that made Dane cringe yet also fueled the sense of humiliation driving his arousal. The jabs became easier to take once he relaxed further, but the slick, salty pre-cum that was now steadily lubricating his gullet drove him crazy with desire.
His own cock twitched in desperate need for attention, throbbing with heat, but his captor’s pleasure came first. Dane offered his mouth hole for fucking even as saliva dripped down his chin, and balls slapped against it again and again. He’d have been lying if he claimed grabbing at Jag did nothing for him. He slid his palms over the small of Jag’s back, and groaned around the cockhead, provoking faster thrusts.
His beast was close.
“Fuck… Fuck…” Jag moaned, pulling on Dane’s hair to hold him against his groin. “Swallow it all. Right down your throat.”
Jag would come inside, as nature intended.
Dane trembled in unison with his lover, and as the soreness in his throat became almost impossible to take, he grabbed his dick and started tugging on it, in a frantic chase after a release of his own. When Jag’s spunk filled Dane’s mouth, he wasn’t even sure which one of them was coming, but he still put his mind to swallowing every salty drop.
Jag’s thrusts became languid, yet were no less filled with need. “That’s it. Drink it all. I’m marking your mouth so everyone knows it belongs to me,” he mumbled, looking half lucid with his eyes rolling back and the satisfied smile ghosting on his face.
Dane gasped around the insistent presence in his mouth, but his vision went white when jets of hot spunk cascaded down his throat, covering its walls with their stickiness. He knew he wouldn’t get rid of the aftertaste anytime soon.
And he wasn’t sorry about it.
Jag’s grip weakened, turning into stroking. “That’s it. Lick it clean. It’s all yours only. Good boy,” Jag whispered, watching him from under lowered eyelids.
Shivers went down Dane’s spine despite it being just bullshit said in post-coital bliss. He could make Jag his if he wanted.
This madman could become a gentle beast who fucked Dane within an inch of his life and then made sure he had snacks and an extra blanket. For a brainless moment, Dane even imagined having Jag’s babies, but he dismissed it, because as arousing breeding was in erotic fiction, he’d rather keep his holes reserved strictly for fucking.
Spent and covered by his own cooling sperm, he looked up at Jag, only now realizing how little air he’d survived on during the face fuck. But the pulsing in his head was soon replaced by a sense of peace, and he let himself rest while the elements roared beyond the safety of the truck.