Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I fetched the condoms and lube as he lay on his back, spreading his legs for me. I suited and lubed up, then we worked together until I was pushing into him.
I could see the excitement, the eager anticipation in his expression. It was so different from the one he’d worn all the way back to the condo.
I gave him time to adjust to my girth, restraining myself from going balls-deep, which I fucking wanted to do so bad because I was so fucking turned on. Because all I wanted was to come up in him.
But I was more obsessed with giving Ethan what he wanted, what he craved.
As he adjusted to me and I was able to pick up my pace, I seized his wrists and pinned them over his head.
He didn’t fight me, and I pushed deep and quickly as soon as I knew he was ready, when his expression was begging for it, and he said through his teeth, “Oh, fuck, that feels so goddamn good.”
His words assured me I’d reached his prostate, which only made me harder.
He rolled his head back.
I liked knowing I could give him what he needed. He had put on such a strong front, attempted to push me away, but it hadn’t done him any good. There was something there—something between us, that was right. Neither of us could deny the power of it, the intensity. I was just relieved that for a moment, I was able to get him out of his own head and force him to acknowledge what was there in front of us…what we both deserved to give a chance.
As I continued filling him, I felt the impulse to kiss him, but I resisted. I was enjoying watching him twist his body and shift about in pleasure, paying attention to the movements that let me know just how much he was enjoying himself.
I released Ethan’s wrists, leaned back, and hooked my arms around his thighs, giving myself the room I needed to really fuck him good, the way I could tell Ethan needed to be fucked.
I moved quickly, forcefully.
His eyes popped open and he reached back, gripping the rods in the headboard.
He grunted and moaned.
I licked my palm before stroking it up and down his shaft.
“Fuckin’ A,” he shouted.
“See, I can work this body just as much as you can work mine,” I told him as I continued giving him what he clearly needed.
Ethan’s head twitched about a little and then he opened his eyes, looked into mine, some clear intention in them.
“Oh, yeah? Get on my dick.”
I slowed my pace, panting a little from the workout. “What?” I asked.
“Hop on my dick. I want to make you feel as good as I feel right now.”
I didn’t want to stop giving him that pleasurable experience, but knowing it would turn him on turned me on too.
I removed my condom and retrieved another, putting it on him and slathering some lube on there. “Just gotta make sure I’m as good to go as you were,” I teased.
“Oh, I practically lubed you up with all that spit earlier.” He winked, and I laughed.
“You’d have to be a lot smaller for that to be all I needed.”
I leaned down and kissed him, once again feeling so fucking greedy for those lips, but resisting long enough to straddle him.
With my knees bent, I worked his girth inside.
He set his hand against my face, rubbing his thumb across my cheek as I relaxed.
When he was in good, he leaned up and wrapped his arms around me.
He kicked a leg out to one side, then pulled it behind him and did the same with his other before rocking forward.
I spread my legs out to either side, and soon, I was on my back with him on his knees, deep inside me.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head like I’d done with him.
“Look who’s winning now,” he joked, his expression showing his amusement and excitement.
“You’ve been winning for a while.” I could tell by the expression on his face he knew I wasn’t talking about the sex.
He licked my lips quickly before kissing me.
Then he picked up his pace, watching me as I felt him hitting deep inside me, stirring all those sensations he’d electrified with his fingers when we’d first started.
He fucked me good.
His tongue licked across me like he needed to taste as much of me as he could. And after some time, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. I got on my knees and he pushed back in from behind, gripping my side, his hand massaging my hip, reaching around to my abdomen as he continued hitting that spot. With his other hand, he gripped my cock and jerked it about.
“Ethan, I’m too fucking hard,” I warned.