Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
His voice turns into a soft hum as the fingers shift in my channel, forcing muscle to yield. “Do I like your tight fuck hole?” he asks, moving the digits back and forth, with just spit to ease their glide. “Do I like it when it milks me until I can’t keep my cum in? That hole is so greedy for it. Maybe you should ask me to shove it in?”
I let my head fall back but remain focused, because my legs feel like they’re cotton candy, and I don’t want to crumble when he takes me. The need burns ever hotter, and I whimper when he fumbles with something plasticky? A condom?
“Please,” I whisper and cool my cheek against the metal bar. “I wanna hug your cock with my body. Don’t you feel my hole is so dry and needs your cum?” I don’t have shame when he’s like this with me. I turn to catch a glimpse of his flushed face. I can’t explain it. He’s the most handsome guy in the world to me—I’ve won the lover lottery.
“Oh, fuck, you’re driving me insane,” Road complains, and I grab the bars when his fingers slide out of me. I’m about to protest and mindlessly push my ass back, straight into a kiss with his hard dick. It’s slick with cool gel, but he doesn’t let me retreat and grabs my hips.
There are no words to describe the steady, merciless push of his shaft when it breaches me, but I might have howled, clinging to the bars while that hard rod keeps going deeper and filling me up.
I get to my toes with a whine, no longer able to articulate any smartass retorts. The stretch is… intense, but I want it so much, I won’t be complaining. Even with this quickie, I crave the connection. He’s inside me, his cock so hot and pulsing as it slides in inch by inch.
“Balls deep,” I babble my demand, breathing hard. Sparks of excitement seem to bounce off me, onto him, and back on me, as if we’re really exchanging some fucking cosmic energy in this dingy cell. Anywhere with Road is better than the greatest luxuries without him.
He takes it as a request and slams all the way in. It stings, but somehow also feels so damn good I’m reduced to a shivering mess that’s only staying up because of the hard shaft.
“There, just like you wanted, Blue Eyes,” he whispers, voice heavy with arousal. His hips are pressed to my ass now, cock reaching so far inside me it almost feels like a part of my own body, but it’s not enough for him. He grabs my wrists and pulls them up on the bars, holding me in place.
He asked me about flashbacks, and while I don’t want to admit it, this is a moment when they would come. Not because of his cock, but the hands on my wrists. It only takes one look to shake off the discomfort. They’re Road’s hands, hands I love and trust. Hands that could choke me and I’d enjoy it.
I relax, enjoying the small movements of his hips against my ass. He’s giving me a moment to adjust and I appreciate it even though I’m salivating for a faster fuck. I can’t help the moans I’m making even though I try. Every time I shift my weight, Road fucks me at a different angle, and while I already know there are specific ones that make my body spark with pleasure, this feels amazing too.
I kinda like that it’s about him first. Maybe it’s weird, but I enjoy giving him pleasure. I like knowing that I’m the one making him come, the body he wants to leave his spunk in and rest on at night. I love being his in ways I couldn’t have imagined, so when he withdraws, dragging his cock almost all the way out, I arch my back and raise to my toes, shamelessly offering myself to him.
We might be in a cell, but I couldn’t feel more free.
“So damn good. It’s like you’re sucking on me,” Road mumbles, slamming in so hard my buttocks sting, as if he slapped them.
“Next time,” I whine, getting so overstimulated I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t jerk off as long as he’s holding my wrists, so I rock against his cock, fucking myself with it. My cheeks are on fire when I realize what I’m doing, but I’m so fucking horny, and I’ve got my perfect stud to get off with. “You like that?” I utter, but my words turn into a hum when he shoves me at the bars with more force.
“This lap dance?” he asks, grunting as he thrusts forward to fill me up. This time, his dick nudges my prostate, and that glorious pain-pleasure I’m still learning prickles along my spine. “Not hard enough for you?”