Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Not sure why I’d bothered with pleasantries. I knew this man better than I’d ever known anyone. Chance would wonder what was wrong with me if I went easy on him. We didn’t hold back in the bedroom. Or anywhere. We were honest and real with each other. After a week without him, I really needed this.
So…I held his head still and pumped my hips, loving the view of my cock sliding between his full lips. Damn, that was hot. Maybe too hot.
I pushed his forehead and cradled his scruffy chin, eying him with unchecked adoration and lust. “I love you.”
Chance smiled. “I love you too. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Say no more.” I pounced, rolling him sideways as I reached for the lube.
He opened his thighs, stroking himself with one hand and lifting his balls with the other. “Mmm. Don’t forget I have a situation.”
“Ah, right. Lucky for you, I’m an expert butt-plug remover.” I made a show of cracking my knuckles, then made a funny face. “That sounded…”
“Creepy?” he supplied, bursting into laughter. “Yeah, I’m going to let that one go, but by all means, help me get this out.”
I gently removed the steel plug and set it on the nightstand before uncapping the lube. I caressed his already slick hole as my thick cock nudged his balls, ready for action. It seemed like the toy had done its job, but I wanted to be sure. I slipped two fingers inside and massaged his prostate. Chance gasped, tightening his grip on his shaft.
Yeah, he was ready.
I painted his puckered entrance with my precum, pushing the tip of my dick in and out till he moaned, desperate and greedy.
The sounds Chance made drove me wild. I swallowed hard and slowly buried myself inside my lover, covering him with my hands propped on either side of his head. This was what I needed. This was what coming home felt like.
We moved together in a seductive push and pull. He arched into my steady thrusts, clutching my ass and begging for more. I gave it to him. I upped the tempo, pistoning my hips with as much control as I could muster, but he was like liquid fire under me. Every dirty command and helpless sigh turned me inside out.
I captured his mouth in a searing kiss and slid my hand between us to stroke his raging boner. God, it felt so good to touch him, hold him…fuck him.
I pumped his cock, double time. “So good, so tight. Missed you so fucking much.”
“Me too, me too. I’m—I’m close. I don’t want to come yet.”
Slowing down wasn’t an option in this position. “Get on top of me.”
I disengaged and lay flat, holding my dick at the base while he crawled over me and lowered himself. His blissed-out expression was good for my ego, I mused, massaging his inner thighs as he tested his readiness and began to move.
And I do mean…move. Chance rode me hard as he jacked himself and tweaked one of his nipples. I slapped his ass and growled at him to open his eyes.
“I c-can’t. I’ll come,” he moaned.
“Do it, baby. Open your eyes. Let me see you.”
He obeyed and exploded half a second later, spurting cum over his fist and onto my stomach. His muscles tightened around my shaft, squeezing me in a carnal vise grip that sent me spiraling toward a cliff.
My release took my breath away. I gasped for air as I shot my load deep inside my man’s hole, pumping and grinding till I was completely spent, lying lifeless underneath him.
“That was a nice welcome. Let’s do that every night,” I panted.
Chance laughed, wiping sweat from his brow as he carefully sat up and hiked his leg over my torso. “I’m all for it. I can wear a butt plug every day to the office and—oh, shit! My sauce!”
He bolted out of bed and ran out of the room, buck-ass naked.
“I turned the burner off!” I called out, letting my eyes drift shut.
I was exhausted. It was so good to be home.
The clanging of pots and pans, a broken glass, and a stream of “Fuck, fuck, fuckety-fuck” pulled me out of my post-sexy-time slumber. I used the towel on the mattress to clean up and stepped commando into gray sweatpants and a pair of flip-flops before heading out to investigate.
Chance tossed a panicky sideways glance my way. “Don’t look. I made a mess.”
I surveyed the chaos of shattered glass and spilled Pinot on the island countertop, a puddle of water near the sink, and splattered marinara all over the marble backsplash. Oh, yeah, and my distressed, naked husband in the middle of it.
Chance was never the world’s neatest chef, but this was next-level bedlam even for him.
“Let me take over here,” I said, motioning for him to steer clear of the broken glass. “Jump in the shower. I’ll sweep up and pour you a glass of wine.”