Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“It’ll feel good.” Wesley gripped both sides of Jobe’s butt, squeezed the firm muscles, and pulled them apart, exposing his hole to cool air. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
“I’m with you. I’ll enjoy it.” There wasn’t a doubt in Jobe’s mind.
A soft sigh and then Wesley’s still-clothed body blanketed him and dry lips brushed his nape. “I’m glad it was you,” Wesley whispered.
Before Jobe fully registered the words, Wesley’s heat disappeared, clothes rustled, and then a wet tongue lapped at Jobe’s lower back as gentle hands caressed his waist and hips. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, relaxed into the mattress, and gloried in the pleasure of his mate’s attention.
“Feels good,” he whispered.
Suddenly, the softness of Wesley’s tongue disappeared, and then he scraped his blunt teeth over Jobe’s hip and butt. The contact was light, not painful, but it made Jobe’s skin prickle.
“Need to make sure you don’t fall asleep,” Wesley teased.
It was late and they’d both had a long day, but there was no way Jobe would fall asleep when he was finally making love with his mate.
“Don’t worry about me keeping up.” Jobe swayed his butt from side to side. “I’m in it to win it.”
Warm air puffed against Jobe’s butt as Wesley chuckled and then he moved his bearded cheek back and forth over Wesley’s skin, akin to a wolf showing affection. “I like laughing with you.”
Jobe’s heart constricted. “I like it too.”
A few more rubs with his beard and then Wesley once again cupped Jobe’s cheeks and spread him open. For a second, Jobe registered cool air again, but just as quickly, Wesley’s hot breath and slick tongue replaced it.
“Oh,” he gasped and arched his neck, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
Not slowing in his ministrations, Wesley flattened his tongue and licked his way up and down Jobe’s channel as he massaged his butt. He touched and tasted him everywhere before eventually zeroing in on his pucker, pointing his tongue, and flicking it over the ridged skin.
Clutching his pillow so tightly his hands ached, Jobe buried his face against it and moaned. “Yes,” he hissed, pushing back against Wesley’s mouth. “Need you.”
Tongue working overtime on his hole and fingers spasming against his cheeks, Wesley groaned. “I need to get inside you before I come.” He shot his hand forward and desperately patted the mattress, before the flick of a cap sounded and slippery liquid drizzled onto Jobe’s channel.
“I’m ready.”
A slick finger traced the perimeter of Jobe’s hole before pressing inside. “You’re so hot.” Wesley knelt between Jobe’s spread legs and caressed his back with one hand as he fingered him with the other. “Soft too.” He added more lube as he moved in and out, coating Jobe’s passage with it. “And tight.”
Wesley pulled his finger out and Jobe expected to feel his erection pushing inside, but instead, Wesley curled his hands around Jobe’s thighs, tugged him back until he lay flat on his stomach, and then climbed on top of him, his chest pressed to Jobe’s back.
“I can feel more of you this way,” Wesley explained, gently rocking his groin against Jobe’s ass.
“I’ll take you any way I can get you.” Jobe meant every word.
A lingering kiss to Jobe’s shoulder and then Wesley’s large hand fondled his ass and pulled his cheek to the side, opening him to the smooth mushroom head of Wesley’s cock.
“Wes,” Jobe moaned as heated steel pierced him. He tried to push back, hoping to speed up the steady progression, but with Wesley’s bulk holding him down, all he could do was patiently accept the pace his mate set.
“Almost there,” Wesley promised, his voice rough and strained. “You’ll have all of me soon.”
Before long, Wesley’s pelvis connected with Jobe’s backside and they both sighed in satisfaction.
“Good?” Wesley slid his hands up Jobe’s sides, over his shoulders, and down his arms until he reached his hands and laced their fingers together.
Taking in a shaky breath, Jobe twisted his head back and brushed his lips over Wesley’s chin. “Best.”
Wesley tightened his grip on Jobe’s hands, dipped down, and kissed him. The motion created friction inside Jobe, making him gasp, which opened his mouth to Wesley’s tongue.
“Ungh,” Jobe moaned, the sensations of Wesley inside him, on top of him, surrounding him, more perfect than anything he had ever known.
“So perfect,” Wesley rasped, echoing Jobe’s thoughts. He slowly pulled his cock out and then pushed inside again. “Feel so good.” He dragged his lips across Jobe’s jaw, over to his ear, and began nibbling. “Taste so good.”
As their sweat-slick bodies slipped together, the angle changed and on the next thrust inside, Wesley nudged Jobe’s prostate.
“Wes!” Jobe shouted.
“There?” Wesley asked, his voice husky. He tightened his grip on Jobe’s hands and pumped into him at the same angle, hitting his gland over and over again. “I can’t…” His breath came out faster and faster. “Can’t last much longer.”