Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I writhed, trying to push back into him, to take him even deeper. Finally, he shifted his grip to my hips, and I leveraged myself up on my hands so I could move. I shoved my hips back into him. “Need all of you.”
“Fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”
“Yes. Fuck me.” He tilted my hips. changing the angle, and suddenly his cock was sliding right over my sweet spot. I saw stars. “Too much.”
“No, just right,” he growled.
I was so close. Right there. I reached under myself to grab my dick, but he slapped my ass so hard I yelped.
“Hands on the mattress. Don’t even think about touching yourself. If I want a hand on your cock, it will be mine.”
“Then do it. I need to come.”
“Not until I say you’re ready.”
“No.” I reached for my cock again. He grabbed my arm and doubled it up on my back. Then he pulled all the way out, and I gasped. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
I growled. “Make me come.”
“You’re so full of fight. I love it.”
“Let go of me, and I’ll fight you. You’ll regret it.”
“Turn over.” He ordered.
“What?”
“Turn over and hold your legs up, or you’re never going to get to come.”
He let go of my arm and tried to flip me over. I fought him at first, but ultimately gave in because I needed his dick more than I needed to control what position we were in.
“If I’d known you’d be this fucking good,” he said as he loomed over me, stretching my arms over my head and holding me there with a tight grip on each of my wrists. “I would never have let you get away in Vegas.”
I wondered if I would have let myself go like this back before I was deeply in debt, before I’d screwed up my chances in Vegas.
“I’m going to have to make up for lost time,” he said as he pushed into me again.
I sucked in my breath. “Why are you so fucking good at this?”
“Because I was made for you.”
“That’s insane.”
“I don’t fucking care.”
He drove into me, going deep. I tried to fight him, to free my hands and get ahold of my cock. I needed friction. I needed to come.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“No.”
“Then you won’t come tonight.”
He slowed his strokes, and I hooked my legs over his shoulders. “Maybe I can choke you like this.”
He laughed. “You won’t because you’d never get my cock again.”
“I—”
Before I could say more, he took hold of my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and pleasure shot through me. He worked me using rough strokes, fucking my ass wildly like an animal. It was the best thing I’d ever felt.
“So close,” I gasped.
“Come for me.”
Heat blazed through me, and I cried out as cum shot from my cock so hard it hit my chin.
“Such a good slutty boy. That’s right, you’re doing so good for me.”
The orgasm seemed to go on and on until I finally collapsed, not even sure if I was conscious until Vito pulled back and shoved his thick cock into me again.
23
VITO
Ididn’t think I’d ever needed to come as badly as I did right then, looking down at Zeke’s cum-covered chest and seeing him sag in exhaustion. His tie was a wrinkled mess, and it was drenched with cum. Fuck, he was everything I’d expected and more, and I was going to fill his ass with my load and make sure he thought about me every time he moved. He was going to become obsessed with the feel of my cum leaking out of him.
I let go and slammed my hips against him. He wrapped his legs around me and held on as climax wracked my body.
I slipped, my arms going out from under me as Zeke pulled me down for a kiss. Our mouths met, and I moaned, loving the way he opened to me, the feel of his tongue against me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I mumbled against his lips. He smiled.
“You’re so good. It’s never been like that before.”
“That’s right, because it’s never been me. Now that you know what it’s like, you’re going to need more.”
He sighed. “Yes. So much more.”
I smiled against him, then bent to lick the cum that was decorating his body. “I love how you taste.”
“Could you get any hotter?”
I grinned. “Baby, we’ve only just started.”
He groaned, and I smiled. “We should get some dinner. You need to replenish after the game and getting wrecked.”
He huffed. “I think you’re as demanding as my coach.”
“If your coach even thinks about expecting what I do from you, I’ll—”
“Enough. I’m not going to fuck my very straight coach.”
I grumbled as I crawled off him.
He started to sit up, then flopped back against the bed. “I don’t think I can move yet.”
I tossed him his phone. “Why don’t you order some food, anything you want. I’ll get a shower, then it’ll be your turn. You can stay in the warm water as long as you want. I’ll bring the food in if they get here.”