Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“I’m going to ruin this rug with precum, and then probably with actual cum, and I hope you know that,” I said.
“We’ve got plenty of ways to clean that up.”
He was teasing me with his dick, sliding the tip over my hole but not actually pressing inside me.
“Please,” I asked him, pushing backward a little.
“Patience.”
I groaned. “I don’t have any of that,” I said, pushing back harder and shoving myself onto his cock head. All at once, it hurt and I wanted so much more.
“Oh God,” he whispered, moaning as I squeezed around his tip. “That is already so fucking good.”
I hummed in satisfaction. Hearing his voice get all ragged and broken now made every small bit of pain worth it. He gripped my hips, and I knew exactly how he felt in that moment, because it was how I felt when I’d slowly tried to work him open last time. He wanted to give me everything.
I slid forward on my hands a little and hit the nightstand in front of me, making it rattle. Just then, Shawn pushed another inch inside of me and I rocked forward involuntarily again, and the little box of tissues on the nightstand clattered off and hit my back.
Shawn laughed, dipping down and kissing me in the spot where the box had hit me. “You good?” he asked.
“I’d be even better if I had all of your cock inside me,” I said. “The Tower of Pisa could collapse on my back right now and I wouldn’t give a fuck. Please don’t stop.”
He let out a sound that was something like a growl as he leaned upward again. This time as he pushed his cock deeper into me, the pain wasn’t as sharp or as much. I was plenty loosened up. I knew I could take him.
I shoved back onto his cock and took all of him inside me until I could feel his thighs pressing up against my ass.
“Oh God,” he uttered. “I needed that.”
“I need all of this.”
As he slowly started to thrust into me I was glad for the fact that he’d commanded me to get on the floor. The ground gave us enough leverage and as I leaned forward, the top of his body covered mine.
I was completely wrapped up in him. His hands gripped my ass firmly as I collapsed down onto my forearms on the floor, letting him take me. There was something more that I wanted, though. Something pressing in my mind, small at first, but then growing bigger and bigger by the moment until it was all I could think about.
I had to just say it, or I was going to crack in two.
“Tell me what you said earlier,” I uttered. I snuck my hand down toward my dick, gently clutching it in my fist.
“Okay,” he said in between heavy breaths. “You’re going to take my cock. You’re taking it so fucking good.”
I groaned. “The other thing,” I said. Shawn’s cock was stroking up against my prostate now and I was so close to coming, and I could tell that he was about to blow, too, by the way he had started softly cursing under his breath.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Please,” I begged, tightening around him. “Please tell me—”
“I love you,” he said, unlocking exactly what I’d been looking for but had been too afraid to ask. “I fucking love you, Rush.”
“Fuck,” I hissed as I lost it completely, feeling my balls tighten as I squeezed harder around my cock and stroked myself. I was reduced to pure sensation—nothing but the feeling of his weight against me, hot and breathing and sweaty as I came, over and over again onto my rug.
“I love you,” I uttered, the words tumbling out of me as the wave crashed over me.
“I’m going to come—” he said, his words breaking off as he thrust into me harder, pushing in and letting go, filling up the condom deep inside me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “There you go.”
As we both came back down to Earth, the sting of the rug burn on my palms and knees started to kick in. He slid out of me and discarded the condom, and we both stood up, catching our breath.
“Shit, you’re hurt,” he said, grabbing my palms and looking at the red spots there and on my knees. “I know I said I wanted you on the ground, but you could have told me you needed the bed—”
“I liked it, Shawn,” I said, rubbing my palm. “I loved it, actually. Sometimes a little bit of pain is hot as hell.”
“Like a box of tissues falling on your back during sex?” he asked, his mouth quirking up in a mischievous grin.
I laughed. “Have we unlocked a new kink? One that’s all our own?”
“Tissue box BDSM,” Shawn said with a nod.
“It’s our thing. We should patent it.”