Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“Damn, that’s so fucking good, Dallas. You’ve got to slow down, babe. I’m almost there.” The haze of sucking Greer’s cock had him trying to sort the words in his head. The grip on his hair tightened to a painful degree. Greer pulled him off and scooted back on the mattress, moving out from underneath his mouth. “I love that you’re so fucking turned on by sucking my dick. My God, that was amazing. You’re amazing, Dallas.”
“What?” Dallas asked breathy. He was almost there. Greer was too. “Come in my mouth.”
“Holy hell,” Greer scurried to the center of the bed, grabbing the condoms and lube. “Here. Come here.” Greer patted the mattress, his chest heaving, his gaze intense and that enticing smile spreading across his face. “Let me take care of you.”
“Please, Greer, let me finish you,” Dallas pleaded, his cock still in his hand. What was Greer doing to him?
“Not this time. I’ve got plans for you.” Greer’s voice was husky and deep as he pushed back on his heels. His dick jutted out in front of him, still glistening from Dallas’s spit. Dallas licked his lips. He’d enjoyed every sound and shudder he’d drawn from Greer. He didn’t want to stop. Never in his wildest imagination would he have ever thought he would crave something so much after just one taste. Even though he wanted to swallow Greer’s orgasm and savor every drop, his curiosity as to what Greer had in store for him overrode everything else.
=♥=
“I want to do this right, even if it kills me,” Dallas murmured.
Fuck. fuck. Why was that the only word Greer could think of? His dick throbbed as he watched Dallas climb onto the mattress, moving much slower because he hadn’t let go of his engorged cock. Every muscle flexed in that hard body as he shifted into place. He never remembered being with anyone who was so ready to come just by sucking his dick.
What a fucking turn-on.
What an extraordinary find of a man. Caring, sweet, eager to please, and beautiful to boot.
Greer stared at the man of his dreams, taking in every slow stroke of Dallas’s hand over that thick erection, and the moment ran rampant over his heart. He gave into his desire and leaned forward to kiss the wet tip of Dallas’s leaking cock before swirling his tongue around the blushing head and sampling the moisture there. The little gasp of approval Dallas gave only made him crave more. Addicting was the word that flooded his mind.
Greer wanted to show this man how good they could be together. Luckily, he had the element of surprise on his side and enough episodes of WWE under his belt to take advantage of the situation. He knocked Dallas over to his back and never missed a beat, pouncing when he fell over.
“My turn. You come when I say you come,” he teased. Challenge lit Dallas’s intense gaze as Greer scooted between Dallas’s parted thighs.
Greer’s cock ached for the hard body splayed out before him. He was so owned by Dallas. His gaze stayed fixed on Dallas as he gripped the base of Dallas’s dick. Wasting no time, he dipped his head, taking the arousal straight into his mouth. Dallas wasn’t the only one who could go deep. Greer moaned his pleasure when Dallas’s dick twitched in his palm. So damn sweet.
Greer gripped Dallas’s cock in his fist, tightening his hold. He stared down the length of Dallas’s big body. “Remember, D, we come together.”
He could have sworn those green eyes flashed then Dallas’s legs widened in invitation. “Do I turn over?”
His dick jerked at the curiosity and trust staring back at him. “No. Not this time.” Greer reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount in his palm and on Dallas’s cock. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked as he ran his other hand down Dallas’s perineum until his slick fingers encountered the tight ring. He massaged around the rim.
“Ah. Feels good.” Dallas said, his big eyes on Greer.
“You haven’t felt anything yet.” He pushed a finger inside that tight hole and slowly moved it in and out of his lover. Dallas’s body arched, and a throaty moan escaped as Greer found the spot and curled his finger, working Dallas from the inside out.
“Fuck, Greer.” He tightened his hand on Dallas’s dick. Dallas’s hips thrust up. The man was so responsive and eager for completion.
“I want your first time to be good.” Greer grinned, adding more lubricant to his fingers, and inserting a second finger, scissoring them in Dallas’s tight channel.
Greer resumed the slow stroking of Dallas’s cock. Dallas’s eyelids slid closed, his hips rolling in time with Greer’s hand as he pushed in a third finger. His lover’s body tensed as he lifted a leg, giving Greer a better angle. He lost himself in the ripples and flexes of Dallas’s hard body.