Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You. I want you,” Quick gasped, falling flat on his back. With one hand, he reached out and gripped a handful of Cayson’s hair, pushing his head back into his groin, thrusting up into his face. Did he want to fuck Cayson’s face or did he want to be fucked now? Cayson didn’t take time to decide. He moved Quick’s wide palm to the back of his head and sealed his mouth over his seeping dick again. This would be a good distraction while he got his lover ready.
Quick was a fast study. He held Cayson’s head low as he pumped his hips, shoving his length down Cayson’s throat while spearing himself on Cayson’s slick fingers. He clamped one hand down on the base of his own dick in a tight grip, hoping it’d stave off his orgasm. His dick pulsed so hard, he knew he was going to erupt any minute. He hadn’t had his face fucked properly in a long time… if ever. He took it, too. Took every bit of the strong, relentless pounding. Damnit. He had to get inside of this man. He wouldn’t make Quick’s first time that big of a disappointment by shooting all over himself.
“I’m gonna come.” Quick’s voice was gravely and rough. “Make me come, Cays.”
Cayson leaned over and with shaking hands; he managed to get the condom on his cock and even lubed himself without spraying his spunk all over Quick’s legs. He wanted to take him just like they were, but it’d be easier and more comfortable for them both if he settled in behind him instead of trying to lift Quick’s leg onto his shoulder. Um, not likely to work since it probably weighed more than he did.
He inched over and nudged Quick’s shoulder, urging him to roll onto his side. Cayson moved in behind him, pushing that thick leg up towards Quick’s chest. He angled himself at Quick’s entrance and gripped his hip to hold him still while he pressed inside.
With only the head in, Cayson thought he would lose his mind or explode. Oh, my god, he’s so damn hot. He was very thankful that he was behind Quick, because he had a feeling he was making a face scary enough to use on Halloween. Quick’s ass was tighter than he ever could’ve imagined. Squeezing his dick to the point of just this side of unbearable pain.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Quick was jerking every time Cayson eased in another inch, grunting and moaning in what sounded like ecstasy. It wasn’t until he was buried all the way that he released a lungful of air.
Quick gulped in air too, exhaling roughly. Cayson tried to lean up far enough to see Quick’s face. He turned to look at him, allowing him to see into the erotic green eyes of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, and he knew at that moment, he’d fallen in love. He was glad his brain still had enough blood in it to tell his heart it was too cliché to say, “I love you,” while he was balls deep inside a man for the first time, but he was going to say it, and soon.
“You okay?” he asked instead. Struggling to stay in control, and not start pumping without letting up until he overflowed the condom.
“Yeah. Slow. Go slow.”
Cayson moved Quick’s long hair off his face, pulling him to his mouth while he eased out a couple inches and just as slowly eased back in.
Quick moaned and Cayson swallowed it down. “Just like that.”
“Baby, you’re so damn tight.”
“You’re longer than I thought.”
Cayson grinned. That was a damn good compliment. Rocking his hips, Cayson got into an easy groove. He didn’t have the urge to go crazy with reckless abandon anymore, instead, he had the overwhelming sensation to keep the loving slow and sacred.
“Damn. Deeper.”
Cayson wrapped his body around Quick’s so he could comply. He pushed in until he was able to grind against that hairy ass. The electricity was instant and powerful. He couldn’t resist pulling out almost to the tip, then gliding every inch back in, dragging his entire length against Quick’s narrow channel, only to grind against him again.
“Ohhhhhh. Fuuuuuck you.” Quick hunched his back, gripping at the edge of the mattress.
Cayson chuckled. Damn, his bad boy had a way with expressing himself. He had to let go, he needed to come. But he wanted Quick to lose it first. Please, god, give me a little more strength. He reared back, pushing his pelvis harder against Quick’s ass, as deep as he could, and kept using slow, shallow thrusts. He saw Quick’s arm moving frantically in front of him. He was already jacking himself. Cayson knew exactly what that craving felt like. He stroked everywhere his hands could reach. Massaging Quick’s shoulders, his strong back, massaging those furry cheeks, using his fingers to touch and rub around their connection. Everywhere.