Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Works out well since I love complimenting.”
I grin. I can’t fucking help myself.
My face flashes with heat.
“Aww, my little pup’s blushing,” Frankie says. “Why don’t you give me a kiss, so I can make you blush some more?”
I lean toward him and lick up his lips. He comes at me full force, his mouth slamming down against mine as he cradles me in his arms.
There’s that familiar safe feeling that I always get with him, which leaves me at ease.
I relax into it as he swiftly picks me up and carries me across the room.
“Frankie!” I say.
“What?” He stops near the kitchen island and glances at the clock on the stovetop. “We still have another thirty minutes until we have to go.”
“No, I’m not going to stop you from fucking the hell out of me. I was going to say I dropped my hood on the couch when you assaulted me with that kiss.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for the hood later. Right now, I want my Evan.”
He takes me into his bedroom and throws me down onto his bed before climbing on top of me. His lips are back on mine in no time, but not soon enough, in my opinion.
He can’t keep his hands off me.
He seems to have more and more trouble with that since we’ve started seeing each other, and that suits me just fine.
He crawls out of his jogging pants as I pull the beanie off his head. Then he breaks away from me to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
I start to pull at the waistband of the jockstrap when Frankie says, “Uh-uh. You leave that right where it is.”
He lubes up that giant cock of his, seeming particularly hard tonight.
We went and got tested together the other week and haven’t seen a condom since.
He crawls back onto the bed, toward me, setting the bottle of lube near the pillows.
“Frankie, I’m not sure I can do all that right now,” I tease.
“What do you mean?” he asks, his brows pulling together.
“I’m so excited…and all my little muscles are all tensed up.”
“You’re just making it sound like you’re really tight, which is only making this that much more interesting for me.”
I laugh as he climbs over me, hooking his arms under mine before rolling to the side and taking me with him until I’m on top, facing him.
“How about like this?” he asks. “So that you can take your time?”
I reflect on the first time I was riding him, when I was so nervous.
Another reminder of how thoughtful Frankie always is, and how much I want him inside me right now.
I lean back, on my knees, upright. I grab his shaft, sliding it along my crack to line it up with my hole.
Frankie’s greedy hands continue probing my abs like he can’t resist me. He makes me feel like my body is everything to him.
Like he only has eyes for me.
Something I sure as fuck never felt like when Peter would be trolling the bars for the cutest guys.
I work his girth into me. Once I have adjusted to him, and we’ve worked up a rhythm, Frankie sits up so that now I’m in his lap. As he kisses me, he hooks his right arm around me and reaches his left hand under the pouch of the jockstrap, stroking my cock while pushing farther into me.
“Oh, Frankie,” I mutter into his mouth.
“Ev,” he says, and as much as I love hearing him say Pup Runt, I love hearing him call me Ev even more.
He leans back, rubbing his nose softly against mine, growling again like he did in the living room before kissing me once again.
We roll around in the bed, Frankie working me out, making me appreciative of the hot yoga sessions Derek and I have been attending, because damn, I’m more flexible than I give myself credit for.
Before I know it, I’m on all fours, facing away from him as he takes me from behind.
“Oh, Evan,” he says. He leans down and wraps his arms around me, pulling me backward, upright.
I can feel his cock reaching deeper before it slams against my prostate, making my body shiver and ripple with goose bumps, reminding me of what he did to me that first time he fucked me like this.
“Frankie, I think I’m going to…”
“Shh, kiss me.”
I turn and strain until our lips lock.
He doesn’t even have my cock in his hands, and he doesn’t need to, because I can feel my load spilling out as I moan between my teeth.
Frankie grunts as I feel a series of successive jerks, and he groans out with his own release.
“Ah, good, Pup,” he says, his hot breath following his words and pushing against my mouth.
He strokes his hand up and down my abdomen, and I appreciate that touch, reminding me of how affectionate it is during our training sessions.