Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
After a couple minutes, his breathing sped up, and I got off on sensing his urgency. How his muscles contracted, how he tensed up. And how he could no longer lie still. He cursed and pulled my lower body to him in a rough move, and before I knew it, we were on our sides, sixty-nining each other.
I whimpered and gasped. He groaned and started fucking my throat.
All of a sudden, my entire world was filth and greed. We let go of our inhibitions and took from each other. The pleasure built up so fast and reeled me in so overwhelmingly that I just stopped thinking.
He buried his cock down my throat, and I breathed through my nose. His tongue slid around my own cock, warm, wet, and demanding.
Without warning, he swallowed around me and fucked my throat faster, in sharp thrusts, as he started coming. Hot ropes of come flooded my mouth, sex overtook my senses, and his groan reverberated around my cock, the vibrations setting me off.
I had to lock my jaw into place when the bliss exploded throughout my body. Powerful currents pulsed through me with each release, and he drank from me as greedily as I drank from him.
Holy fucking Christ.
The orgasm was supposed to drain me of energy. That’s what orgasms did, god-fucking-dammit. But not this time. When we released each other, we charged at the same time, and he rolled on top of me and kissed me brutally hard.
Panting and feeling pathetically desperate for more, I clung to him and poured all of myself into every kiss. I sucked on his tongue. I fucking clawed at him. The pressure built up again, and I turned into a damn animal.
“More,” I breathed. “I need all of it. Take me. Do something.”
He didn’t respond. He just wrenched away from me and left the bed, his breaths as labored as mine. From one of the little cupboards, he retrieved a bottle of avocado oil, and from the floor, he grabbed my discarded towel.
No instructions, no words. He grabbed me by my hip and rolled me sideways, just enough to shove the towel underneath me, and then he pushed me onto my stomach.
He better get hard again soon. He hadn’t gone completely soft, far from it, but I needed to shorten his recovery time somehow.
“Let me suck you, Daddy.” I pushed out my ass and spread my legs for him.
He disappeared from my view when he crawled over me and dragged his cock between my ass cheeks. “Call me that again.”
Fuck yes.
“Daddy? Seems to fit better than Sir.” I moaned and rubbed my ass against him. Like a fucking whore. “A bad Daddy. A filthy one who takes what he wants, no matter what. Even if his heathen boy is crying his eyes out.”
A low groan rumbled from his chest, and he dipped down and kissed my neck. “I like that. Daddy and the boy are both heathens, aren’t they?”
“God yes,” I groaned. “Consider this permission to do what you want with me this week.”
He breathed me in and nipped at my shoulder. “Fantastic. Remember your safewords, both the verbal ones and the pinches, because I won’t remind you again.”
“Thank fuck…”
He made me whimper when he poured oil over my ass. Lots of it. His hands followed, spreading it around, rubbing the oil into my skin, my balls, my cock, the insides of my thighs.
“We’re changin’ our plans for tomorrow,” he murmured huskily. “The iguanas can wait. I have another hunt in mind.”
I was past coherent responses. The second he pushed two fingers inside my ass, all I could offer was moaning and squirming. I couldn’t fucking lie still to save my life. Every movement was about getting closer to him and rubbing myself against him.
“Don’t put pressure on your arm,” he told me.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“It will tomorrow. Let it rest.”
Fine.
“Although, the idea of keeping you drugged has its appeal too…”
I grinned salaciously and peered at him over my shoulder. “I like the way you think, Daddy.”
Fucking hell, imagine getting high with Ty.
He shook his head in amusement. “Are you even real?”
“See for yourself.” I wriggled my ass at him.
He dropped his gaze and slipped his fingers deeper into me. “Boy’s a little tight. Daddy will fix that.”
Hnnngh.
It didn’t take him long to get me back to incoherent. His hands were magical. He fingered me, he kneaded my cheeks, he pulled at my cock, and he smacked my ass over and over—and not once did his actions feel rushed. The man had patience in spades, which frustrated the ever-loving fuck out of me.
Ty got me ready on his terms. To him, it wasn’t about just getting hard. He didn’t push the head of his cock inside me until I was a pleading mess standing on all fours for him.