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)
“It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“I want you to be more than fine. I want you happy, and I want your arm as comfortable as it can be.”
“In a few minutes, I’m not even going to feel it. Once you’re riding my cock, you could probably cut it off and I wouldn’t know.”
I scowled at him. “Vito.”
“My arm is comfortable. Thank you.”
“You’re fucking welcome.”
“Good. Now get your damn clothes off.”
“I’m working on it.”
As he watched, Vito said, “I can’t believe you left the tracker in your jacket.”
“After everything that happened, I’m not sure I’ll ever take it out, and I think you should have one too. What made you decide to wear my jacket?”
“It smelled like you. I already missed you, even though we’d only been apart for a little while.”
I grinned. “You’re so cute.”
“Shut up.”
I pulled my T-shirt over my head and quickly got out of my sweatpants. Once I was fully naked, I climbed on the bed, positioning myself between his legs.
He smiled up at me. “You mentioned riding my cock.”
“And you’d like me to get on with that?”
“I would.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this chance to have you at my mercy.”
“I’m not—”
“Shut up and enjoy it.” I pushed his legs up. “Does that hurt your knee?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt my fucking knee, just get on with it.”
“So impatient.” I swiped my tongue across this hole, and he gasped.
“Yeah, definitely get right on with that….”
I laughed, letting him feel my warm breath, then I flicked my tongue back and forth, teasing him before pushing it inside as I toyed with his balls and teased his cock. I loved the way he lifted his hips, trying to get my tongue deeper as I opened him up.
33
VITO
Each time I was with Zeke, it was better than the last, but I didn’t think I’d ever felt anything as good as him eating my ass. If he kept it up, I was going to come. I didn’t want things to be over that fast. But I didn’t want to stop either.
“Zeke! Fuck, you’re killing me.”
“No.” He looked up from between my legs. “When I straddle you and slowly lower myself onto your cock as I squeeze you with my ass, that’s going to be so much worse.”
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”
“I love when you wreck me. I love when you tell me what to do, but I am having fun right now, and you know you are too.”
“I am. I like control, but I don’t need it the way I did before. I’ve realized I don’t have to control everything to be happy.”
“Good. Just relax and let this happen.”
He straddled my waist, then reached under his pillow to find the lube. I watched as he squirted some on his fingers and started slicking up my cock. The strokes of his hand felt so fucking good. He got more lube and rose up on his knees so I could watch his fingers disappear inside his ass.
“I’m never going to get tired of watching you do that.”
“You’d better not.” He took my cock in hand again and brushed the tip of it across this hole. “I meant what I said, your arm stays still, or I stop.”
I groaned. “I’m not going to use it, I swear.” I hoped I could keep that promise.
When Zeke began to lower himself onto my cock, I sucked in a breath. His ass felt so fucking tight. I thought I was going to lose it and come inside him before he even fully seated himself.
When he stopped and held himself still, I opened my eyes and started to reach for him, then immediately put my injured arm back on the pillow.
“That was close,” Zeke said.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get on with it.”
“I’m going slowly.”
“How the fuck are you just hovering there? Take the rest of my cock.”
“Eventually.”
“This is what I get for dating a hockey player with the best fucking thigh muscles in the world.”
He smiled. “It is a little bit of an advantage.”
When he lowered himself a little more, I tried to lift my hips and drive myself into him, but his legs were clenching me too tightly.
“Give it up. Let me control this.”
“You’ve been sitting there for an hour.”
“Not even close.”
“How long can you—never mind.”
“How long can I hold myself like this? Do you really want to find out?”
“No. Goddammit, fuck me.”
He refused to move, holding himself halfway down on my dick. His thighs weren’t even shaking yet. Sweat rolled down my face. I wanted to grab hold of him and shove him down on my cock, but I also needed to show him that I could take anything he wanted to dish out.
“It’s not easy to wait, is it?”
“Fuck, no.”
He smiled, holding my gaze as he finally sank the rest of the way down. Moving achingly slow until he had all of me inside.