Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Fuuuuck.” He trembled. His chest was smooth and firm. Parker had a great body, six-pack abs, and a torso he definitely waxed. He covered my furry pecs with his hands, flicking his thumbs over my nipples while I laved and sucked his.
“This is so stupid,” he said breathlessly.
“You’re so fucking pretty…look at you, dying for me. Jesus, you’re beautiful and being so good for me. How can it be stupid—making such a good boy come?”
“Oh fuck.” He thrust against me, dug his blunt nails into my chest. “Jesus, that gets me going. Why do I like that so much?”
There was an edge of worry to his voice I wanted to soothe. “Because pretty boys should always be told how good they are. Because you deserve it. All those other men were fucking idiots for not telling you how perfect you are.”
I was rambling, hoping I was saying the right words. I liked making Parker feel good, liked telling him these things and feeling the way they made him react to me. It was a high I’d never known and couldn’t have expected I’d crave so much.
When he kissed me again, his teeth dug into my lip, a sharp, sexy pain piercing me.
“Sorry. Fuck. Didn’t mean to bite you.” He said it like he’d been so consumed with his desire for me that he lost his head.
“Mmm. None of that. Don’t apologize for being a good boy who wants me so much, you can’t control yourself. You feel what you do to me?” I thrust against him so he could feel how hard I was for him. “I could probably bust a nut in my pants, just kissing you.”
“Make me come…damn it, Elliott, make me come.”
I growled into the kiss when my mouth slammed down on his again. I grabbed him, flipped us so Parker was on his back on the couch. I kissed my way down his smooth chest, abs, until I got to his jeans. “Oh look…a present. Should I open it and see what you made for me?” I rubbed my palm against his bulge.
“Please.” Parker arched up into it.
“Please what?”
“Do something…anything. Take my dick out.”
“Good boys say please.”
“I already did.” He laughed, and shit, had he?
“Look how you make me lose my head. Say it again.”
“Please, Elliott.”
I opened his jeans, tugged them and his underwear down. Parker’s pubes were neat and trimmed, his balls heavy and full, cock long, thick, and leaking against his belly. “So pretty…so perfect. I used to wonder what you looked like naked. I’d imagine it when I jerked off. What would such a pretty, perfect boy look like without clothes on?” I spit in my hand, wrapped it around his shaft, and gave him a slow, firm stroke. “Now I know, and every time I take myself in hand…or fill my ass with my toys…I’ll picture this…” More slow strokes, and he shook beneath me, precum pearling at his slit. I wiped it with my thumb and tasted it.
“I want to see you too.” He went for my pants, but I shook my head.
“Be patient.”
I stood, then slowly took my clothes off. My dick was so fucking hard, I wasn’t sure it would ever go down again. I stood beside the couch, stroking myself. I didn’t tell him no when he touched my thighs, danced his fingers up and down them.
“I love thick, hairy thighs.”
“What about cock? Do you love that?”
“Fuck yes.”
I was on a short fuse, surprised I hadn’t already shot my load. I lay over him, kissing him and rutting against him. I wished I had lube down here. I wanted to fuck him…suck him…wanted him to take a turn on me too, but I knew we both needed this release before we self-combusted.
I positioned myself so I could suck his dick to the back of my throat. Parker cried out, pumping into me twice. When I pulled off, he groaned, but then I spit into my hand again, slicking myself up too before I took his mouth again. “Fuck, I’m addicted to kissing you. You taste incredible.”
We thrust against each other, rutted together. We were both so turned on, so needy for each other that when my tongue pushed past his lips again, our groins still frotting, we both tensed. My full balls let loose, drew up as I shot my release between us, his joining mine, our cum mixing with our sweat.
I fell against him, breathing heavy. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples again, while we came down from our high. “Fuck, that was good. I needed that.”
Parker’s response was soft but firm, “That was a mistake.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Parker
Elliott stiffened, looking up at me from where he’d been…well, honestly, worshipping me. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, mixed with uncertainty.
“I didn’t misread what just happened, did I?”