Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh, that’s good.”
Callan couldn’t look away, mesmerized by his mate’s desire and pleasure. He rubbed his thumb over the tip on every upstroke, keeping his grip firm the way he himself liked it. Soon, Lonnie was panting and squirming against him. Callan’s own dick ached.
“I’m gonna come.” Each word was punctuated with a breath. “Stop or I’ll come.”
Callan slowed his strokes to a stop and held up his fingers for more lube, smiling when Lonnie blinked bemusedly at him. He clued in that he was still holding the lube and he quickly coated Callan’s fingers. He shivered when Callan then reached down to touch his hole. He smoothed the lube all around then slowly pushed one finger inside, moaning at the softness inside, the heat. He fucked Lonnie with it before adding a second finger.
Lonnie was holding tight to him, panting hard and releasing tiny grunts and moans. He was the perfect size for this, fitting against Callan in a way that had his dick throbbing. But more than just his cock was engaged. His whole body and especially his heart had been pulled into the moment. His heart was beating hard, his muscles were taut. He went back to Lonnie’s mouth, sure he’d never get enough of their kisses.
Lonnie gasped out words against his lips, “Can’t believe how strong you are to do it like this. It feels so good.”
A ping of pride ran through him. He was showing his mate his prowess, that he could take care of him, that he was strong enough for whatever Lonnie could need.
He curled his fingers, pegging Lonnie’s prostate, and a strangled cry escaped his mate. He still had his arms wrapped around Callan’s neck, but he began to bounce on Callan’s fingers. It was fucking hot.
“More!” Lonnie yelled.
Callan added a third finger, moving them inside him until Lonnie was open and ready. “Still have the lube?”
Lonnie brought his arm back around and immediately lubed Callan’s entire hand, making him chuckle. He got his cock nice and slippery, then gripped Lonnie’s wonderful plump ass with both hands as he angled Lonnie’s hips just right and finally pushed inside him. The absolute pleasure of entering the man meant to be his mate had his eyes rolling back. He pressed Lonnie harder into the wall and began to slowly thrust inside him, a bit at a time. Lonnie buried his face in Callan’s neck, opening his mouth to bite down, the sharp sting making Callan gasp and move his hips faster.
Eager sounds from Lonnie spurred him on, the man’s channel clenching around his cock, his thighs clutched hard to Callan’s sides. Callan undulated his hips, shuddering at the unbelievable pleasure of being inside Lonnie. So snug. So hot. He started to move faster, Lonnie pushing down with each upward thrust.
A ragged moan poured out of Lonnie. He gasped and tilted his head back. Callan couldn’t resist that stretch of smooth throat, that Adam’s apple. He opened his mouth over Lonnie’s neck and sucked, making Lonnie cry out again before he was reduced to small whimpers that slowly grew louder.
Sweat slicked them together, and Callan tightened his grip on Lonnie’s ass, his entire body pressing Lonnie into the wall over and over.
“So. Good.” He grunted the words, licking Lonnie’s salty skin.
“Callan!” Lonnie’s whole body shuddered and jerked and just as Callan was trying to wedge a hand between them to grab Lonnie’s dick, he yelled again and warm ropes of cum splattered Callan’s stomach and chest as his passage clamped around Callan’s cock hard.
Callan fucking lost it, thrusting harder and harder, chasing his orgasm with focused intent. And when it finally hit, he nearly lost his grip on Lonnie’s ass with his too-slick hand. Out-of-this-world pleasure flowed through his entire body as he spilled into the condom, his fingers probably painful on Lonnie’s ass cheek. He couldn’t help it. Everything had gone to his head. The way Lonnie felt, the way their sex smelled, the slick sweat on their bodies. It was all so raw. So real. He smashed his mouth onto Lonnie’s and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it gently. His cock slipped out, and he turned and walked to the bed to lay Lonnie down. He stared at him as he removed the condom, tied it off, and dropped it into the small waste basket by the bed.
He couldn’t stop looking.
Lonnie, fucked out, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Skin flushed and red from friction, his hair a complete mess around his head, lips still open and panting softly. Cum that had smeared between them coated his chest and belly, and Callan growled and bent to lick it up.
“Oh, fuck,” Lonnie breathed, grabbing his horns, which sent another shiver through Callan.
He slowly cleaned Lonnie then moved up his body to kiss him and share the taste. Lonnie’s tongue slid over his, a small, low moan vibrating against Callan’s lips.