Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Jesus fuck.
I closed my eyes, my forehead landing between his shoulder blades, as I sank my cock into his tight ass. He felt too damn good.
“I missed you.” I gripped his hip when I was all in, and I pressed myself as close as I could so I felt his every tremor. “How do you feel?”
“Chock-full,” he chuckled, his voice strained. “Christ, Elliott.”
I grinned and pulled out a little, only to push in again, and he groaned and clenched down on me.
I cursed and shuddered.
“You said you wanted to feel me.”
“I forgot you were a monster.”
I laughed and set a slow pace so he could adjust. His cock wasn’t smaller than mine, and though I could admit I’d started wondering what it would be like to be fucked by him, it would be a while.
When Joel began moving again, I knew he was ready.
In a way, it was the perfect fuck. A fuck full of lazy kisses and hard grabs, a fuck that just screamed I missed you. No finesse or any positions that made our joints protest. We held each other. He reached back for me, and I met every movement with one of my own.
Over and over, I pushed my cock in and out of his ass, and I fed off his hungry little noises. And the sight of him. His delectable body, how he twisted his torso, how he arched his back, how he pressed his ass against my cock, how the soft flesh of said ass jiggled every time I slammed in.
I cursed at the buildup. It happened too quickly for my liking. But we’d save that for the next time. When we got home or when we had more time to really savor every second.
I’d lick every inch of him. We’d choke on each other.
“I can’t say it enough—I missed you so much.” I pressed my face against his neck and picked up the pace.
He gasped and reached down to squeeze my buttock, his blunt fingernails digging into my flesh. “Harder, baby. I need it.”
“Only from me.” I removed his hand and placed it on his cock so he could get himself off, and then I gripped his hip tightly and began fucking him harder. “Say it, Joel.”
He had to press his face against the pillow to muffle his groan. “Only you—God, right there.”
He had to be close. I eye-fucked him as he stroked himself, and he was holding his cock too loosely, as if he was staving off his orgasm. Then that little movement…when he swiped his thumb over the wet slit—it drove me fucking crazy.
“I’m gonna come.” I bit back a groan against his neck and screwed my eyes shut, the pleasure washing over me and triggering a full-body shiver.
The quietest whimper escaped from Joel’s lips, the only indication that he’d lost his fight. A beat later, I watched come erupt from his cock, and I was fucking gone. I sank my teeth into his shoulder and started coming, and I pumped my release deep into his ass.
All mine. Consider yourself marked for life.
Shay Tenley
I yawned and stretched my arms over my head, and I looked out the window, seeing absolutely nothing. It was pitch-black. What time was it?
I’d never been to Spain before, but given the nature of the trip, it probably wasn’t appropriate to feel a little excited. On the other hand, I was still pinching myself to believe I was free. Reveling in that feeling, enjoying myself a little, couldn’t be wrong. Could it?
“What time is it in Barcelona?” I asked. I only knew we were landing in an hour.
Reese was busy preparing our breakfast, so River answered.
“About one in the morning, I reckon.”
“Whoa. What?” I peered outside again, then at Reese and the spread of bread and toppings on the table. Coffee, cocoa, juice… It wasn’t breakfast. It was…a fucking midnight snack…?
Reese chuckled. “There’s a kink we should explore. Mindfucking by time zones.”
“But it’s morning—we just woke up,” I protested.
Did I come off as a complete novice here? River and Reese had taken me to Europe before. We’d even brought my brothers to London. But we hadn’t been running on too little sleep after a cartel war and weeks of being held hostage. We hadn’t evaded airport security then either. We’d stood in line like all the others, and we’d flashed our passports like we were supposed to.
Crew groaned behind me. “Good mornin’.”
“No, you mean good evening,” I corrected and peered over the top of my seat.
He squinted at me, then out the window, then his watch. “Oh right. Adrien, wake up.” He stood up and stretched. “I gotta piss.”
“It smells like sex back there,” I informed him.
River and Reese laughed at that.
Crew chuckled and raised his brows. “Good for the boss. He’s been needin’ to get laid for months.” He paused, turning thoughtful. “You think he’s a top or a bottom? Or vers?”