Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
His ass basically sucks me in, so fucking tight as I push in farther.
Another kiss.
“More.”
“You need more, good boy?”
In. Out. In. Out.
Every once in a while, I curve my finger, brush his prostate, while I slowly, so damn slowly, finger-fuck him and work my way down his spine, one kiss after another after another.
East trembles. Pushes back against me. Sucks in a sharp breath and tells me to fuck off, then moans, “Archer…” when I rub his prostate again.
“I want to make you feel good.”
“Then fill my ass.”
“I’m getting there.”
Another kiss and another, until I’m kneeling on the floor, his ass level with my face, his wrinkled hole tight around my finger.
“Can I?” I kiss one ass cheek. “Let me eat this pretty ass before I fuck it. I promise I’ll make it good for you, East.”
“Yes. Hell yes. Something. Anything. I just…”
Need this. He needs this from me. I don’t know why he chose me, how I got this fucking lucky, but I know it’s true.
I keep one finger inside him as I lash my tongue around it. He smells like soap and musk, tastes like all my favorite things combined.
I pull my finger out, and he damn near whimpers. “I’m not going anywhere.” I nibble his ass cheek before swiping my tongue down his crease, over his hole, then back again, before I settle at his rim.
He pushes back against me while I use my mouth to ravish his ass, lick and taste and devour, softening him up and then pushing my tongue inside.
“Fuck…God yes. Archer, I need more.”
Does he talk to anyone else like this when they’re fucking him? Somehow, I know he doesn’t. That this electric, insatiable chemistry between us is something special, something that was destined in a way I’ve never believed in before.
I wrap an arm around his body, stroke his cock while I make a meal of his ass, stiffen my tongue as I push it farther into him, needing to be inside him as much as East seems to need it.
His hot, thick cock feels like heaven against my palm. I want my face buried in his ass, in his balls, until we’re both weak and sated, but my dick is pulsing with the need to be inside him.
“So fucking good.” I kiss his ass cheeks again. “Best hole I’ve ever had.”
“You haven’t even fucked me yet.”
“I know it regardless.”
“Don’t get why you say things like that to me.”
“Because they’re true.”
He moans, arches his back as I push two fingers into him, watch his body accept them, hear how much he needs it, this connection between us.
I twist my digits. “So pretty, the way you open up for me. The way your body needs mine.”
With my other hand, I stroke myself. Feel my body sizzling with a potent desire that only East can give me.
“Why don’t you open it up with your cock.”
I kiss him again, bite into his meaty cheeks, then pull my fingers out and push to my feet.
“Hurry.”
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
He trembles, and I’m not sure if it’s due to the term of endearment or something else.
I rip open the condom and roll it down my erection faster than I’ve ever done before. My hands shake as I pump lube into my palm, knowing that this, just like each step we’ve taken, changes things.
Holding the base of my cock, I push against his hole, watch it spread for me, pull me in. He’s so fucking hot and tight, this perfect sleeve made for my dick to fit inside of.
“Fuck…fill me. Needed this. Why the fuck do I need this?” he asks, voice soft and confused.
“I need it too.” I push in more, watch my dick get swallowed up by the most perfect ass I’ve ever had. As soon as I’m buried to the hilt, we moan together, settle in, my body feeling this rightness I’ve never known I needed or that I didn’t have.
“Fuck me hard. Don’t go easy on me.”
His words scramble my head, a burst of want shooting through me. I grab ahold of his hips, let my fingers dig in, pull back, and slam my hips forward again.
“Yes!” East shouts, his desire fueling me. I do it again and again and again, railing into him, filling him the way he needs. There isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t give to East, and I want to make him feel that, want him to know that his body is mine to pleasure, that no one can do it better.
Our bodies slap together, the scent of sex filling my nose, the sounds of our pleasure and heavy breathing in my ears. The couch moves with each of my thrusts. The world spins round me. The tight glove of his body molding to my dick, these two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so perfectly.