Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I’ve never felt so free.
He kisses the small of my back and then moves down the curve of my ass, the softness of his lips a direct counterpoint to the pain still throbbing. It heightens the sensation, and I can’t begin to say if it’s more pain or if everything’s transformed to pleasure. I don’t have to have an answer for that right now. I just have to feel—and to obey.
Icarus bites me. Pain flares, overriding pleasure, and I moan. He licks the spot and I can feel him moving behind me. A few moments later, cool lube smears over my ass. Icarus spreads me wide, no less commanding for how softly he speaks. “I’ll give you what you want, big guy, but you’re going to promise me to use your safe word if it becomes too much.”
I don’t know if there’s such a thing as too much. I’m drunk on the sensations he’s given me, greedy in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be. I don’t care what he does to me as long as it’s more.
The head of his cock presses to my ass. He’s not moving fast, but he’s not giving me much time to adjust, either. I inhale and relax on the exhale, surrendering to whatever he chooses to give me.
He murmurs something comforting that I can barely understand as he presses inexorably into me. Slow but steady. Unrelenting. He’s not a small man, either. The penetration is uncomfortable in the best way possible, a faint burning as he spreads me, eased with the generous application of lube. On and on and on it goes, until I have to concentrate on not tensing, have to focus on my breathing, have to…
His hips meet my aching ass cheeks. “Well done.” He soothes me with his touch, stroking my back, my hips, my ass. “You’re doing wonderfully.”
I can’t breathe. I certainly can’t think. It’s glorious.
Icarus leans down and bites my back. “Ready?”
There’s barely air to answer, but he won’t keep going if I don’t; he’s more than proven that at this point. “I’m ready,” I say thickly.
He withdraws almost completely and pauses for a beat, giving me a chance to change my mind. As if that’s even a possibility. I should be terrified of the strength of my need. Maybe tomorrow, I will be. Tonight, all I can do is feel.
The only warning I get is his hands tightening on my hips. Then he shoves forward, driving into me until his hips meet my abused ass. Pain and pleasure flare into an intoxicating mix inside me. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s it, big guy.” His words are so soft, so caring, while he brutalizes my ass, thrusting into me hard enough to shove my body against the mattress. The jarring motion only sinks him a little deeper, allows us to be a little closer. Icarus strokes my back even as he claims me in a way I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover from.
I never want it to stop.
My body has other ideas. Even as I sink into the need and ache of him inside me, my balls draw up. “Icarus—”
“Come if you need to.” His laugh has an edge of cruelty. “But don’t expect me to stop until I’m finished with you.”
His words push me over the edge. I try to move, but he presses down on the small of my back, pinning me in place. Or maybe it’s his cock pinning me. All I know is that I can’t even manage to thrust my way through my orgasm. The pressure sweeps over me, bearing me away. I cry out his name as I come, spurting all over the side of the bed.
Icarus laughs again. “Up. On the bed.”
It’s awkward and strange to obey when my limbs don’t want to work and his cock is lodged deep in my ass. We manage. I sprawl on the bed and Icarus presses me down… And then withdraws completely. “Hey!”
“Roll over.” He doesn’t wait for me to obey this time. He’s already gripping my shoulder and urging me to flip onto my back. At first, I think it’s better this way, to be able to see his gorgeous face as he kneels between my splayed thighs, his dark eyes intense. But it’s almost too good. There’s no hiding from him like this. He doesn’t give me a chance to try.
Icarus hooks his hands under my knees and presses them up, bending me in half. He maneuvers my legs to either side of my torso, making sure he’s not pressing on my stomach. “Hold your legs.”
I reach up with shaking hands and replace his, holding myself open for him. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, and yet there’s power here, too. It’s there in the way he sits back on his heels so he can drink in the sight of me, in the way he bites his bottom lip as he stares at my chest, my stomach, my cock, my ass. As if he’s cataloging every bit of me that belongs to him. At least in this moment.