Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“Please …” he squeaks, nearly moaning when I begin to rub him right through the fabric of his pants.
“Please … what?” I release the pressure just a little to allow him to talk, but not enough to let him get comfortable.
“I’m yours,” he says. “Use me. Do what you want with me, please, I’ll take anything. I need you. Desperately.”
“How desperately?” A grin forms on my face as I lean in, amused by his beggary while I slowly rub him into submission.
I could listen to this all day and still not have enough after what he put me through.
“Whimper for me like you did for her,” I growl.
And the whimper that follows, my God, now that gets me rock hard.
I immediately grab his shoulders, twist him around, and bend him over across the bar.
RIP!
I tear off his pants in one go, not giving a shit that the button is still closed.
All this fucking time, this is what’s been between us, and I’m tired of denying myself the pleasure of his body.
I grab a bottle of olive oil from the cabinet above the bar and pour it all over his ass.
“You want me?” I ask, and I zip down and take out my hard-on. “Then fucking take me all the way, like a good fucking boy.”
“Wha—”
His words are interrupted by an ungodly moan as I thrust into his ass, filling him up within seconds.
“Oh fuck!” he moans, bracing against the bar, nails scratching across the top. “You’re huge!”
“That’s it, show me how badly you’ve yearned for this fucking cock.” I slam into him with everything I have. I grab him by the hair and tilt his head up. “Let me hear those moans you’ve been giving to her instead.”
Every thrust is another moan scratched off my to-do list, but it’ll never be enough.
All this time we’ve been pretending we don’t feel anything, while we’ve been secretly longing to have each other, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this dance of avoidance, this game we’ve been playing.
“Enough,” I grit. “Tell me. Tell me you fucking love me like you love her.”
“I love you,” he whimpers. “I’ve never not loved you.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I thrust into his ass so deep his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, and I grip his throat and force him to keep the moan inside. “No. This one’s for me and me alone.”
I smash my lips onto his, forcing him to let it all out into my mouth so I’m the only one in this house who can hear him. Even if he isn’t mine forever, he’s mine for now, and I will make it last an eternity if I must.
“God, you taste so fucking good when you’re taking my cock like a good boy,” I groan against his lips.
His entire body shivers. “Yes … more. Please. I need more.”
Smiling against his lips, I bring my hand down his stomach and grip his shaft. He flinches, startled as I squeeze and start jerking him off. “So fucking sensitive,” I whisper. “How many strokes do you think it’ll take? One?” I jerk him off just once. “Two?” Another stroke and he’s actually quaking. “Three?”
He whimpers, “Oh fuck me.”
“Oh, my fucking pleasure.” I grip his hard-on and pull back until his tip glistens with pre-cum, then thrust into him so hard I can feel his balls tighten underneath the palm of my hand.
“I can’t hold it,” he moans.
I pause inside him and stop jerking him off, and his cock bounces up and down in the air. “You didn’t ask permission.”
“Please … can I come?”
“Go on,” I whisper.
“Please, Sir, I want to come so badly. I’m begging you.”
His whimpering makes even my cock throb inside him.
“Do it, then. Paint the fucking floor.”
I pull him away from the bar and force him to stand facing the middle of the room, and I lock his arms behind his back. “No touching. You did it for her. Now, do it for me.”
“What?” he mutters.
I thrust into his ass instead of answering his question and let him find out on his own. An unhinged moan leaves his mouth as his cum shoots out in ropes, his entire body trembling as I fuck him hard and fast, groaning along with him until I come too, filling up his ass.
Suddenly, the door cracks open and in runs Ivy.
She abruptly stops the second she spots us.
And so does my orgasm.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 45
Heath
“What the …?” Her words are cut off by her own jaw dropping while her pupils begin to dilate.
I pull out of Max’s ass, and my cum drips down his thighs.
“Oh God,” Max mutters, his whole body turning red this time. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Damn right, it is,” I growl.
I pluck a cleaning towel off the bar to wipe off my dick before I waltz over to Ivy with my erection on full display.