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)
“Oh yes. Like this. There,” I mutter, letting him press me against the bars. His strong body molds itself to my back, only his hips working overtime. He’s so hot. Literally. He could have a gig as a radiator. I hear a long sniff as he smells my hair, and I couldn’t feel more adored. He might be my wet dream, but I am his.
My balls feel so tight, my cock is helplessly dripping pre-cum, and he’s just enjoying the ride. Road’s breath is like a discordant melody in my ear. He’s close, I can tell from the rigidity of his stomach muscles and the jerky way he moves. I follow his lead, eager to feel every thrust with my whole body.
“You like that, huh? You want me to fill you up with my hot spunk, don’t you?” Road whispers and bites my ear as he speeds up, hands descending my body to hold on to my waist.
“Yes… Mark me. If I die, It’s gonna be with a piece of you inside me.”
The fuck is intense, raw, loud, and at once I’m so close to coming orgasm seems to be just beyond my reach. At least until rough fingers pull on my nipple, because that’s when I’m gone.
I thought he’d come first. Flood my ass with his cum, then jerk me off, but once more, he proves to care about me first. Or he simply loves the way my hole clenches on his cock now.
It’s too late when I realize my spunk splatters the floor outside our cell. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, all I can think of are the spasms of pleasure gripping my body as Road makes his last thrusts into my clenching hole.
Bliss, absolute fucking bliss.
“Nobody’s. Fucking. Dying,” Road mumbles, jabbing his cock inside me, as if he were trying to murder me with it, but then I’m flooded with heat I dream of absorbing into my flesh, and he stiffens, pulling me tightly to his chest.
I wish it all lasted longer, but it was still damn glorious.
My head’s filled with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, and I descend to my knees, the hard cock still inside me as we settle on the floor, bodies overheated, sweaty, but so utterly satisfied I can’t bring myself to regret it even if someone walked in on us now.
Road curls around me, as if trying to form a protective shell over me, and while we are locked up behind bars, in a cell where no one would hear our screams, I couldn’t have felt safer. This man’s on my side, and I can trust him to never turn on me.
As he withdraws from my body, the warm cum soothes the burn of the hard, merciless fuck. I find myself needing to cool off my face on the iron bars, so very spent and content.
“How soon do you think we’ll lose count of how many times I came inside you like this?” Road teases, his tongue like fire against my ear.
I let out a shivery laugh. “I can’t believe I wanted to kill you, and now I crave your DNA inside me.”
Road chuckles and kisses my nape, gently sliding his hands up and down my arms as we rest. “You’re lucky there’s much more where that came from. Keep up being such a stud, and you can count on an unlimited supply.”
I turn around, pulling up my pants, so I can face him. I slump to my ass, legs spread around him. My brain knows there’s danger coming our way like a freight train, but I’m too calm right now to care. “Did you only ever start fighting me to get your hands on me?” I ask with a smirk, looking into his deep brown eyes.
I expect confirmation, of course, but instead of coming in a teasing manner it sounds dead serious as Road swallows, briefly looking away, as if he were feeling shy after rearranging my insides. “Maybe…. you looked so fine when I first saw you at that patch-in party. Maybe I should have just waited for the right moment and touched your dick in the restroom instead of provoking a fight.”
I cup his face and kiss him. I probably wouldn’t have been ready for it at that point, but I like the fantasy of it. “You think we could have been fucking for ten years now? We would have been like an old married couple. I’d be a stepdad to your cats—”
“They’re not mine. I just feed them.”
“Sure they’re not,” I tease, stroking his head. “But you know what? I won’t be regretting what we could have been or would have done. We would have been different people. It’s because of who we are now, what we’ve been through, that our bond is steel, forged in blood.”