Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He leans forward, resting his hand down at my side as he guides himself in slowly with the other.
His eyes are sealed shut, and I wish he’d open them and look. Although, why would I want that if it would hurt him?
No.
I want him to take his time with that, just like he’s taking his time with my body.
“You’re really tight,” he says.
I feel the pressure until the head of his cock is lodged in me, opening me up.
“Sorry. I’m nervous.” I chuckle, then gulp.
He doesn’t push farther. Just waits patiently.
And then his face tenses up—and his eyes open.
There he is.
I’m waiting for him to seal them back shut, but he tilts his head, studying my face. He’s not looking at me like he did that first day. As he smiles, my body relaxes, and I feel myself loosening up.
“You ready for some more?” he asks.
I nod, and he pushes in gently. As he reaches farther in, my cock lifts off my belly slightly, clearly aroused by the subtle movement, the promise of him hitting that sweet spot again.
He lowers onto his forearms as he pushes even farther in, and there’s a burst of sensation.
“Oh fuck,” I say, appreciating this lesson in my prostate. “Fuck. Now I know what the big deal is,” pushes from my lips as a network of nerves radiates from my pelvis.
He chuckles, those bright eyes still fixed on me. He’s not just looking; he’s fucking staring at me. Like he wants to see my reaction to him being inside me.
Looking him in the eyes as he fucks me is even better than I could have imagined.
He leans close and takes a kiss, then another, pushing deeper and deeper, his girth continuing to put pressure on that spot.
“How’s that feel?” he whispers against my lips.
“Real good.”
“You ready to know what it feels like to have your ass pounded?”
“Yes.”
His movements are slow, steady, and as he gets back up on his forearms, he kisses and nibbles along my jawline. When he gets to my chin, he bites softly. Then he thrusts in big, sweeping movements, building into a faster pace.
I’m reeling in sensation, heart racing, face flushed with heat. There’s a tingle in my dick before a bead of precum pushes out with one of his thrusts. I run my hand down his back, gripping his ass, encouraging his work, until he’s fucking me like a machine, building up a sweat.
“I feel so fucking stupid for waiting this long,” I confess.
“Don’t worry. Happy to make up for lost time.” He pulls back, hooks my thighs in his arms, and adjusts my ass as he rises up on his knees. The angle gets him in deep and good.
He closes his eyes again, but this time, I can tell it’s because he’s enjoying having his way with me. He’s got that same expression he makes when I fuck him—mouth open, head rolled back.
But now he’s dominating me.
As the pressure mounts, I grunt and moan, the intensity fucking killing me. I grab my cock and stroke, my rapid pace letting me know how quickly I’m climbing.
No, I have to stop.
“Please tell me you’re close,” I say.
“I can be.”
“Come in me. Please. I need it now. Please.”
He keeps his thrusts intense, slapping my ass with that clap that echoes around the room. I’m scared it’s going to be too late, but then he hits me with a hard, deliberate thrust, his cock expanding inside me, assuring me that has to be it.
He’s doing it; he’s filling me up.
It’s enough to end my agony as I rip out my load, grunting through my teeth as warm cum sprays my belly.
We’re all pants and grunts as Ryan’s body pushes against mine. His mouth mashes up against my lips, tongue probing. I hook my arms around him, clinging as if needing him to help me brace for the fall from everything we just shared.
He slides out of me, crawling down my body and stepping off the bed, and then I feel his warm mouth against my abs. He cleans me up, leaving nothing but a thin film of saliva on me.
“Fuck that was hot,” I tell him as he licks his lips and turns his gaze to me.
He’s still looking at me. Fuck, I love that.
I relax my head against a pillow, and he joins me, his hand sliding down to the wet flesh and resting in what he left behind.
“That’s a nice ass,” he tells me before licking my cheek.
I’m nervous about bringing up that he looked at me, but I can’t help myself. “You looked at me.”
He grins. “Yeah, I did.”
“Are you okay?”
It must be a strange thing to hear because he seems to be struggling for a moment before replying, “I am. Did you like it?”
I laugh. “Couldn’t you tell? Or did the part where I was begging you to come in me make you think I wasn’t enjoying myself?”