Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
A rush of sensations radiates in my chest. Why does such a simple act have this effect on me?
Zane moans as I slide him a little farther into my mouth, enjoying the sensation of his soft skin against my lips.
As I relax into it, I bob my head up and down, taking him farther back each time.
Zane’s hand settles against the side of my face, his thumb stroking. “That’s good. You’re doing so good,” he tells me, his validation urging me on as I make it my mission to get him to the back of my throat.
But he’s too big for me to do that easily, and he notices my struggle. “Hey, hey. You don’t have to be so ambitious. Just enjoy yourself.”
I relax, running my tongue along the base of his shaft, adjusting to the sensation of having my mouth full. As I pull back to the head, I taste something against my tongue. Precum?
I swallow it, eager to get any part of him in me.
As I move up and down some more, his fingers thread through my hair. “God, that feels good. Wow. That’s it.”
His dick throbs in my mouth. I can tell it’s satisfying him, so I speed up my movements.
“Whoa, whoa,” he says. “If you want me in your ass, you can’t make me come like this.”
His warning is enough to make me release him, letting his wet cock fall against his abs.
“Come here, beautiful,” he says as he leans into me, licking my lips before offering another kiss.
He grabs the lube off the pillow beside us, pumping to wet his fingers. “I want you to be nice and open for me,” he says before sliding down the bed and reaching between my legs. He pushes between my cheeks, massages my hole with his forefinger and middle finger. “Gonna need that ass to be ready for me, right?”
I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations he stirs as he explores farther with one finger. I’m impressed with how well he reads my body, knowing how to ease me into it before adding another finger. He’s like some kind of sex god as he pushes back, teasing at that delicious spot.
My body vibrates, and I gasp.
“Yeah, that’s where you want my cock, right? You want it slamming up against it again and again, cum dripping from your cock as you take me?”
The way he’s got me worked up, I feel out of control. I love it.
I lean down close to him. “I want to know what it feels like,” I whisper against his lips.
I don’t know where this is coming from. For a guy who’d never thought twice about this, now I’m pleading for Zane’s monster cock. Doesn’t even feel like a desire, but a need. I’m so fucking horny that in this moment, it’s like my entire existence has been just to discover what he would feel like.
“Please, Zane. Please, I fucking need it.”
He gives my prostate another quick stroke that sends a warm sensation rushing through me. Then he leans back, assessing my expression. “Now that’s what I call begging,” he says with an almost sinister smirk.
When he pulls his fingers out, my body’s aching, wondering why I’m depriving it of such intense pleasure, but I remind myself it’ll be worth it. I watch as Zane readies himself—so smooth with his movements, how effortlessly he slides the condom on, then pumps some more lube into his palm before generously rubbing it around the condom.
“You’re gonna start off riding,” he says. “It’ll be easier that way.”
He scoots forward so he can lie against the pillow, and I straddle his waist, leaning down to take another kiss.
He positions himself between my cheeks, the head against my hole, but leaves it there. Clearly not in the rush I’m in. I push my ass back toward it, the head pushing in.
“Fuck, you really do need it,” he says.
“You have no idea.”
He can’t understand all the fantasies he’s activated within me now that I know how good it can feel. And the way he left me hanging the past few days has left my body desperate.
I want him to show me everything.
I close my eyes and sit back farther, but I have to stop when the pressure’s too much for me.
Zane rubs his hand against my thigh. “It’s okay. We have plenty of time,” he assures me, but he doesn’t understand this sensation that’s pulsing through me. How desperate I am. How it feels like the only way my agony will end is if he’s balls-deep in me.
But I know he’s right, so I take deep breaths, allowing my ass to relax.
Zane gazes up at me and runs his fingers through my bangs. “Come down here and kiss me. I miss your mouth.”
I do what he says, crushing my lips against his, appreciating his playful tongue once again. As we kiss, my body viscerally relaxes, and I feel his cock shift farther back in me.