Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
It was the best feedback loop ever and our moans filled the room as he thrust into me harder and faster. Every time I wanted more, he felt it and gave me everything he knew I was craving, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better and we were both hanging right on the edge, he reached down to grab my cock.
That was all it took.
My orgasm dragged him with me and we both went tumbling. My quiet Paxton was gone and in his place was a sexy man who cried out and cursed, biting into my shoulder as he lost complete control.
Sexy. As. Fuck.
When we were both exhausted and could barely move, his soft cock slipped out of me and there was utter silence.
Chapter 25
Paxton
Whoever said internet instructions were terrible hadn’t found the right ones.
The oddest things bounced around in my head, but all I could do was breathe and kiss Fraser as I tried to figure out how I’d lost so many brain cells. Something about the kiss made him melt into the bed and he let out a happy sigh. “You’re a really good big spoon.”
I’d have thought I would be too exhausted to blush, but I would’ve been wrong.
So as my face heated to a thousand degrees, I buried it against the back of Fraser’s neck. “Ugh, don’t remind me of what I said.”
It felt like it’d been in another world and not just half an hour before in the shower. Fraser was very Daddy as he chuckled, but he felt more Dom as he rolled over and pulled me into his chest. “Come here. Why are you so shy all of the sudden? You were an amazing lover and I’m proud of you.”
“’Cause I didn’t screw it up even though I hadn’t done it before?” I couldn’t remember if I’d told him that or not, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.
Little me—however I should’ve described him—was a chatty little fucker.
Ugh.
He’d even made me curse.
“No.” Daddy kissed my head. “Because you were brave and tried something new even though it made you nervous.”
Petting his chest as I wiggled around and got comfortable, I nodded. “Yeah, but I didn’t do it just for you. I…I was curious and I wanted to be closer with you. I just…I just didn’t want to screw it up and I could feel how much you liked it.”
He’d liked just talking about it too even before he’d started pushing the fantasies through the bond.
“Does…does it really feel that good or were you magnifying it?” I hadn’t been sure if he’d exaggerated the sensations to make sure it got through to me or not, but Daddy’s confused grunt said he hadn’t even thought about doing that.
“Yes. I pictured what I thought it would be like with you based on…prior knowledge.” His slight pause made me want to laugh. “Hey, I’m trying to be polite here.”
I shrugged and lifted my head long enough to give him a quick peck before hiding again. “I’m actually glad one of us had a positive experience doing that, so I’m not going to complain at all.”
Both of us being slightly traumatized near-virgins in that department would not have been helpful, so I was glad he’d found partners in the past who hadn’t screwed it up for him.
“Thank you for being understanding and for trusting what I was sharing with you.” Kissing my head again, Daddy started running his fingers through my hair and down my back. “I love being with you no matter what we do, but while you’re hiding and not little, I’m going to lay out a few plain facts.”
My groan didn’t stop him from deciding it was time to take care of my mental health.
“You’re so cute.” He gave me another kiss but didn’t get distracted. “First. You have a cock that is very well designed for topping. It’s not too wide but it’s a wonderful length and it’s got just the right curve to nail my prostate.”
I was going to die because there was too much blood in my head.
Every time I thought I couldn’t blush any harder he helped prove me wrong.
“I thoroughly enjoyed that, but I also enjoy trading blow jobs with you, getting each other off with our hands, and there are endless other things we can do together. So even if we never do this again, we’ll still have a wonderful sex life. If you decide you don’t ever want to bottom, there’s no problem with that either. Why? Why is there no problem with that?”
His tone wasn’t stern but it was no-nonsense enough that I sighed. “Because there are other things we can do.”
“Slightly dramatic, but that’s right.” He gave me a kiss for getting the words out, though. “Now, while you’re being tortured. Do you like it when I play with your ass when I give you a blow job or when I’m playing with you while we cuddle?”