Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Wrath groaned and did as Bell had shown him so vividly in his mind, dropping all his weight onto him. “You have such wicked wants, beautiful mate. How do I satisfy them all?”
“Don’t think about it.” Bell wrapped his arms around Wrath and held him flush against him. “Yes, like this. Cover me.”
Wrath naturally fell between his spread legs, his long cock nudging his sac. His slick lubrication dripping between his cheeks. Wrath caressed his face and Bell had an urge to kiss those full lips. He showed his cherished an image of them embracing, and his tongue sliding into his mouth and searching out his flavor.
The fire roared inside the fireplace and Bell rocked his hips up to encourage Wrath’s thrusts. “You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You want my mouth on you.”
“Yes,” Wrath answered, in a gruff voice.
Bell didn’t have far to go before his lips were on Wrath’s, his tongue already probing for him to open his panting mouth wider. He couldn’t control his sense of urgency, feeling that broad, slick head push into his hole. “Unngh,” Bell moaned. “Right there… please, right there.”
Wrath caught on quick. He worked his hips in sync with Bell’s, while accepting his tongue and stroking it inquiringly with his own.
“Mmm. Yes, give me your tongue, Ira,” Bell begged.
Wrath held Bell’s face in his hands and shoved his thick, long tongue so deep inside his mouth that Bell almost choked. He pulled away breathless and gasping for air.
Wrath frowned, “Was that wrong?”
“No. No,” Bell said, winded. “I just wasn’t expecting so… so much. You taste really good.”
Wrath’s smirk and the way the flames in his eyes burned a smoldering burnt orange had Bell reaching between them and guiding Wrath farther inside. The first thing Bell felt was the stretch and burn and he stilled, wanting that feeling of exquisite pain to last forever, but as always it faded far too soon. Wrath’s eyes were wild with either amazement or overwhelming pleasure… perhaps both as he sank in the rest of the way with one deep thrust.
Bell arched off the mattress at the same time Wrath’s back bowed into a ‘C’, pressing his forehead against Bell’s sternum. He was stretched fuller than ever, and the way Wrath’s curved shaft grazed insistently over his spot he knew this was also going to be the fastest loving as well. With his mouth open and his neck bared, Bell began to snap his hips harder, meeting Wrath’s thrust, their pelvises coming together almost angrily.
His growl was sexy when he asked, “Gods, Bell. Is it supposed to feel like this?”
NO! Bell had never in his life felt anything close to the frenzy Wrath was working him into. The throbbing in his cock, trapped between their sweaty bodies, had never been so essential to relieve. What they were doing was only possible between them. And he had to be honest, “No, Ira. This is me and you. I can only feel like this with you.”
Wrath appeared to like the sound of that. He grabbed the back of one of Bell’s knees and held it out farther, driving his cock in and out at another angle. The sweltering temperature of Wrath’s dick was unbelievable. Bell couldn’t keep his hips still as he bucked and chased Wrath’s mouth. Wanting his tongue and his dick taking him deeper. Wrath’s blissed-out expression on his dark, handsome face, yanked Bell’s orgasm from him before he was ready. Groaning miserably, he couldn’t fight it. Long streams of his come spread between them, and Bell fell limp, surrendering to it all. His mouth dropped open on a silent scream and his head lolled to the side.
Bell felt a thunderous pulsing in his throat. He tried to clear the haze from his vision, not wanting to miss Wrath when he came inside of him. Bell stared in fascination when the inferno in Wrath’s eye consumed the outer layers, and the fire blazing in the fireplace roared out of control as the flames licked up the pretty gray and brown stones.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Bell whispered over and over when his cock spasmed again and dripped more come into his navel.
“Yes. Praise me, Belleron,” Wrath rumbled. He thrust a few more times then slammed all the way into Bell’s warm, over-stimulated channel. Wrath’s full lips started to tremble and glow almost the same color as his eyes. “You are mine. I’m going to kiss you, Belleron.”
Bell wanted more of those soul-searching kisses. He stayed in his position, his heart beating madly, his cock soft and twitching against his thigh. His lids grew heavy and a keening wail left his throat at the first wave of slick, hot fluid flooding his insides. Next, Wrath cupped Bell behind his neck and rose onto his knees, taking Bell’s pliant body with him. As Bell’s head hung to the side, Wrath tenderly tucked his strip of white hair behind his ear then leaned in and pressed his lips firmly above his collarbone.