Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Jasp, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me feed you my load if you don’t slow down.”
Sutton pulled me to my feet, took my hand, and led me…to the kitchen, which I hadn’t expected. He turned me so I faced the island, him behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he rutted against my ass. “You’re so fucking incredible. I can feel you, pushing your ass out toward me. Fuck, I’m so lucky to have you. I’d spend all day every day inside you if I could. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes…fuck yes.”
“I love how perfect we are for each other, love that you come undone for me this way, and that I do the same for you. You know that, right? That you take me apart and put me back together just as much as I do you. It don’t matter who’s doing what.” He kissed my nape again, holding on to my hips.
“I know…we’re perfect…so fucking perfect.”
“I love that I get to see you this way, just me. That I’m the only person in the world who knows every piece of you. That I can fuck you and hold you, then work in the sun all day with you…camp with you and have competitions with you. We match in every way.”
A shiver raced down my spine. This moment felt so dirty, but so right too. He kissed my back, each knot of my spine as he lowered himself, rubbing his scruff against my skin.
When he got to his knees, Sutton kissed one ass cheek, then the other. “Show it to me…show me your hole…show me where you want me.”
My back stiffened briefly, and then…then I just let go, soaked in the moment and this pleasure between us. I reached behind me, grabbed my cheeks, and spread them open.
“Fuck…this is such a perfect hole, Jasp. So fucking tight and pink and pretty. You want me to taste it? Want me to lick you soft and open for my fingers and my cock?” His voice trembled, his desire for me in every word.
“Put your tongue in me.”
“Gladly.” His face pressed into my crease, his tongue swiping at my rim. Every time he touched me, tingles shot down my spine. He ate at me like he was ravenous for me, like there was nothing in the world he wanted more. Like he was teetering on the edge and I was his lifeline.
My body shook, heat pooling in my gut. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he lashed at my hole or pushed inside me, built the already relentless battering of sensation raining down on me.
Sutton pushed a finger inside me, brushing it against my prostate. “More…fuck, I need more.” I needed it all.
“I wish you could see this, see how hot you are for me, see your body open up for me while I finger you and get you open for my cock.”
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“Soon.”
Sutton reached up onto the counter and grabbed the bottle of oil. He slicked his fingers, then pushed two into me, stretching me, a burn that was nothing but pleasure, making me lose my mind.
“You’re so hot. God, I want you all the time, Jasp. How can I want someone so much?”
He pushed three fingers into me, making me cry out. My hands fisted on the counter. I arched back, trying to get closer to him, fucking myself on him. My balls were full, my cock throbbing. This felt incredible, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, needed to be connected to him. “Please, Sutt. Need you. Want your dick, want to feel your balls empty themselves inside me.”
“Jesus.” He shoved to his feet, grabbed the oil again, and this time I knew he was slicking up his cock.
He pressed the tip against my hole, pausing to kiss the back of my neck. Somehow, I knew what he was waiting for. “Fuck me, Sutton.”
Hands on my hips, he pushed inside. The pressure was so familiar to me now, the fullness, and I welcomed it. It reminded me how well we fit together. That I was Sutton’s man and he was mine.
“So good,” he whispered against my skin. “So tight. So mine.”
He pulled back some, then snapped his hips forward again, taking me, giving himself to me too. I could swear I felt his heartbeat inside me, like each throb in his cock matched the beat of mine, the two of us syncing up.
Sutton’s arm twined around me, his hand taking my dick. He stroked me while he fucked me, saying my name, kissing my skin, licking the sweat off me. Each time he slid home, he was building me up. The pleasure was incredible, but even more than that, there was nothing but beauty in this. It didn’t change anything about me and who I was, but then, maybe it did. It made me more real, more whole. It rounded up those pieces I’d never known were missing. Not the sex, not really, but just being true to what I liked, not letting myself feel any shame.