Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped, my teeth scraping along his jaw. He moaned when I sucked at the skin right behind his ear, and my cock throbbed in answer. “I can’t get enough of you. Need to be inside of you,” I growled, my hands already working the button of his jeans apart.
“Please,” he begged, his voice breathy and low. He began sucking at the skin of my neck, his nails scouring down my chest. I moaned at the pain and shoved his jeans down his legs until he was only standing in his tight boxer briefs, his cock hard and leaking, creating a wet spot on the front of them.
“Undress me, baby boy,” I rumbled.
He didn’t waste a beat. Without a hint of shyness that I had expected from him, Gabriel unbuckled my belt and then unsnapped my jeans. He shoved them down my thighs, his eyes widening when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything beneath them. My cock slapped up against my belly, precum glistening on the tip.
“Fuck…” he whispered reverently. A shiver raced down my spine.
I already knew what his cock looked like—thick and veiny, bigger than I thought someone of his size would be. And my mouth salivated at the thought of wrapping my lips around him. I was desperate to have his cum flood my mouth.
I hooked my fingers in the band of his briefs, and when he nodded, I tugged them down until they slid down his legs by themselves, pooling on the floor. Then, I gripped his hips and lifted him so I could lay him across the mattress. A shaky breath left his lungs as I ran my eyes over him.
“Lube,” I growled. I needed to be inside of him, but I needed to stretch him first. He wasn’t going to be able to take me without prep.
My boy’s cheeks flushed, and he licked his lips. “There’s olive oil in the kitchen.”
Fuck, it would have to do.
I pointed a stiff finger at him as I stood from the mattress. “Stay.”
He nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I rushed out of the room and into the kitchen. I found the olive oil stashed in the cabinet above the stove and snatched it out before making my way back to the bedroom, already pouring some onto my fingers. Gabriel swallowed thickly when I came back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me to retain some of the warmth inside our room.
I crawled onto the bed between his thighs and licked a stripe up his cock. He whined, his back arching, his head falling back onto the mattress. When I slid a slick finger inside his tight hole, I swirled my tongue around his tip, licking up the precum there.
God, he tasted so. Damn. Good.
Gabriel moaned like a little whore, his heels digging into the mattress. I fucked him with that one finger, licking at his pretty cock like it was a lollipop.
“Tango, please, fuck. More,” he begged, his breath sawing from his lungs, making his words choppy and breathless. “Need more.”
I slid my finger out and then slipped back in with two, spreading him apart and then stroking over his prostate. He cried out, his fingers sliding over my skull. I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat, moaning around him as I fucked my fingers into him, stretching him to prepare him to take my cock.
I was aching for him.
“Tango, please. Please. Please. I need you inside me,” Gabriel begged.
I popped off of him and slid my fingers free. “Need to stretch you a little more,” I rasped, my voice sounding like I’d just chewed on gravel.
He shook his head. “I know my body, Tango. Please.”
I gripped his hip, my fingertips pressing into his skin hard enough to bruise. “You sure, baby?”
He nodded. “I think I’m gonna combust if you don’t get inside of me right now.”
Fuck, I knew the feeling.
I pushed his thighs back, and he gripped the back of his knees for me, holding himself open. I ran my eyes over him again as I slicked up my cock with the olive oil and dribbled a little more over his hole. He shivered, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“If I hurt you…”
He shook his head. “You won’t. I know you, Tango, and I know you’re the one person in this world who won’t hurt me.” God, the trust leaking from his words just about undid me. “Just fuck me. I’m begging you.”
I leaned over him, pressing the blunt tip of my cock to his hole. He sighed, his eyes fluttering. “You are begging,” I murmured. I nipped at his abused bottom lip. “And you do it so fucking prettily.”
And then, I was inside of him, pushing past the first tight ring of muscle until my balls were flush with his ass. Gabriel wrapped his legs around me, hooking his ankles behind my back, and then we were moving. I rutted into him like a wild beast, and he dug his nails into my shoulders and back, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Our teeth clashed as we kissed, fucking each other with a desperation only seen in animals during breeding season.