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)
“I want you…fuck, I want your cock inside me. Wanna show you how good my hole really is. Wanna be good for you.”
Elliott growled and flipped us. The second he had me on my back, he began kissing his way down my body. “Look at you…so fucking needy for me, so fucking perfect.” He wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked. “Mmm…you have a pretty cock too…so thick. Are you going to fuck me with it one day? I want it, want this perfect cock in my ass.”
“Yes…God yes.”
“Good boy. I love tight balls.” He nuzzled mine. “Turn over for me. I want this sexy ass in the air so I can eat my favorite hole before I fuck it.”
My body vibrated, heart thudding so hard I really thought I was going to suffer an attack. I’d never been this turned on in my life, never felt as desired and craved as Elliott made me feel.
He knelt, and I did as he said, got onto my hands and knees, back arched, legs spread for him. “Do I look pretty?” It was so embarrassing, what his words did to me, the way they twisted me inside out while making me feel whole.
“So fucking pretty. Gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He spread my cheeks, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to my rim. “This too… I’ve never seen such a pink, tight hole.”
I cried out when Elliott lashed his tongue over it. I fisted my hand in his duvet, his stubble scratching against my crease in the most delicious way as he licked me, softening me up, working to press his tongue inside.
“I think I found my new favorite meal.” There was a smile in his voice, which made me smile too as I pushed back, silently begging for more.
Elliott ate my ass, then pushed a finger inside, fucking me with it, rubbing my prostate, then using his tongue on me again. “So awesome…don’t stop.”
“Why would I stop tasting something so good?”
I swear he used his tongue on me longer than any man had, like it really was a feast and he couldn’t get his fill. I leaked on the bed, wanting his cock and his tongue and just everything at the same fucking time.
“Don’t stop,” fell from my lips when he pulled back.
“Shh. I’m not going anywhere, beautiful. Just gonna get the lube and a condom so my dick can finally feel the world’s best hole.”
I stayed where I was, trying to arch prettily for him. Elliott tossed the condom to the bed, then slicked his fingers and pushed two inside.
“You should see this, the way you’re sucking me in. You really are hungry for it, aren’t you? Your ass is begging for my cock.”
“Fuck me,” was all I could manage to say.
Two fingers became three before I was empty, stroking my cock and so damn needy for release.
He sheathed himself and pressed the head of his dick against me. “Do you want it?”
“You know I do.”
“Ask me. Ask me to fuck your pretty hole with my cock.”
Jesus, this guy. “Please, Elliott, fuck my pretty hole with your cock.”
“Gladly,” he replied before thrusting in.
The feeling of fullness, the slight burn and stretch, was exactly what I needed. Elliott held my hips, fucking into me hard and quick. I loved the sound of our bodies as they smacked together, the scent of sex and sweat in the room. I would lick him clean when we were done if he’d let me.
My dick bounced against my stomach as I took him, pushing back against him and needing more.
“You’re too good… I hate to break it to you, gorgeous, but I’m not gonna last long.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not either.”
Elliott swatted my hand away when I tried to stroke myself. “This is my cock.”
He wrapped a fist around me, tugging my dick in unison with his thrusts. Each time he rubbed against my prostate I cried out, until I couldn’t hold back anymore. My whole body felt like it splintered apart, bursting from the pressure of pleasure filling me up. I shot over his hand and the bed, pulse after pulse of sticky cum until Elliott was saying my name, his erection jerking inside me as he emptied his balls into the condom.
He kissed my back, licked my spine, and I knew he was tasting my sweat.
I fell to the bed, breathing heavy.
He climbed off the mattress, and an unfamiliar panic flooded me. “Where are you going?”
“Just getting rid of the condom.”
Well, shit. Now I felt dumb. Why did I feel so clingy, like I needed him close? “Okay.”
He came back, then licked my cum off my stomach before using a washcloth to wipe me clean. It felt so good, like I mattered to him, like he got as much out of pampering me as I did.