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)
He’s worked me up so much, I’m all desire and need as he hooks an arm around my thigh, positioning me for him before sliding in. My body welcomes him—I’m sure because of how he’s already worked me up, but also because he’s trained me to take that thing.
“Jesus Christ, Leif. I’ve bottomed too much for you. I forgot how good it feels to be inside you.”
Heat rushes up my body, pooling in my cheeks as he builds into a stride.
He licks his palm before gripping my cock. Then he licks the thumb and finger of his free hand and teases my nipple. Once he’s set up his system, he gets busy fucking me.
It’s too much, I’m fucking calling out, my moans encouraging him along as he picks up the pace.
I love filling him up, but right now, I just want him shooting into me.
As Zane fucks me, the bed shakes, and he built me up so much with that initial tease that this is too fucking much for me.
“Zane, you have to come. I’m about to—”
“Oh, don’t you fucking worry about it, my pretty man.”
His hips slam against me, and the way his body shifts and jerks, I know he’s shooting into me.
Knowing that, and feeling these sensations with how he’s stroking my cock and toying with my nipples, is too much, and it’s like a wave comes over me before I blow, calling out, desperate to break that pressure, when the warm sensation shoots across my abs.
I’m lost in the pleasure, reveling in everything he’s stimulated as he steadily pulls out before burying his face against my abs, licking and sucking me up. When he’s finished, he nibbles at the flesh by my navel, before crawling up my body and resting against me, his elbows on either side of me to support his weight.
As I gaze up into his eyes, he’s grinning, clearly thrilled with the experience himself and what he’s done to me once again.
“Hot,” he says before licking my lips.
I reach up, resting my hand against the side of his face. He closes his eyes, leaning into it, before he turns and kisses my palm.
“You know I’m all yours,” he says. “Right?”
“Yeah. And I’m all yours.”
He smiles, opening his eyes, leaning down to take another kiss, letting me taste myself.
We’ve been through some shit—Zane especially—but after what we’ve survived, feels like together, we can sort out whatever else comes our way.
Wild to think that when I first saw him around the neighborhood, he was just some creepy guy next door.
Now he’s my sexy-ass creep.
And so long as I have any say in it, he always will be.
THE END