Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Malcolm and I had never gone without a condom, and I’ve been checked twice since we broke up, but I must admit, fear scratches at the back of my neck. Just because Rylan says we’re exclusive doesn’t mean we really are. Malcolm had made those promises to me too. Deep down, I trust Rylan, maybe more than I should. I don’t believe he’s like Malcolm, but it’s not easy to just let myself forget the past.
“Hey, no obligation,” he says. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“It’s fine. I just…maybe? That feels like something that’s for boyfriends.”
“You’re right.” He gives me a small smile. “Now sit back and let me fuck your brains out.”
My dick twitches against my stomach. Rylan sees and chuckles. “Shut up,” I tell him, surprised at the light, happy feeling bouncing around inside me.
“Here, this will help.” He pushes a pillow beneath my hips. “I want to see in your eyes the first time. Want you to know it’s me fucking you.”
“How could I not know?” I ask, shivering at his statement. It feels…hell, I don’t even know the word for how it feels.
I spread my legs wide for him. He lubes up my hole, and then, on his knees, pushes up closer between them. He looks down, holding the base of his cock and pressing it against my rim.
“Stroke yourself, but keep your eyes on me. I’m gonna watch that pretty hole of yours open up for me.”
I do as he says, working my erection while Rylan slowly pushes forward. He’s big, and it’s a lot different from taking his fingers. There’s pressure, the stretch, and burning.
He stops. “Shh. It’s good. We’re going slow. You’re so good for me. Best I ever had, and I’m not even inside you yet. I’m only about two inches in so far. Let me know when I can keep going.”
“Do it,” I say, spurred on by his words. “Just go slow.”
Sweat beads on my brow. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips, and…holy shit. I can’t believe I’m here. That I’m lying beneath Rylan Pierce as he pushes his cock into me. That we’re having sex, and he wants to be my friend, and we talk to each other. My head starts to spin, but then he’s stroking my cock and leaning down, kissing my chest, my throat, my neck, and it quiets the overwhelming thoughts. My body opens up for him more, takes him in, Rylan still going so damn slow so he doesn’t hurt me.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so goddamned good.”
My toes curl, and suddenly I just need it all and need it now. My body is jittery with the desire to feel Rylan let loose on me. “Fuck me. Fuck me with your big, thick cock!” Holy shit. Did those words just come out of my mouth? I’ve never said something like that in my life, but it seems to unlock something in Rylan.
He curses, then snaps his hips forward. I cry out with the delicious feeling of being full of him. He pulls back and pumps into me again, over and over and over, making the bed hit the wall. Long, powerful, deep thrusts that are already making me splinter apart.
I love the feel of his hard body on top of mine, love his sweat-slick skin and quick breaths, seeing his muscles tighten and feeling his gaze so firmly on me.
My dick aches. Each time his cock brushes my prostate, I swear it feels like he’s shooting me to the moon.
Our bodies slap together. Rylan bends forward and takes my mouth, his tongue pushing between my lips the same way his dick is penetrating my body.
“Oh God. Yes. So good. So fucking good,” I say when his mouth travels down my neck and…is he licking the sweat off my skin? Why is that so fucking hot?
“You’re so good for me. Feel so damn perfect around my cock. Like your hole was made to take my dick.”
Um…okay, so I know this is just sex talk, but why does it suddenly feel like my hole was made for his dick?
“Jerk yourself off. I need you to come for me. I want to watch you shoot your load all over that pretty stomach of yours before I fill your ass.”
And again, just sex talk because there’s a condom between us, but in this moment, it does feel like he’s going to pump a load inside me.
And I want it…want it so fucking much.
Rylan licks my hand, and then I wrap it around my shaft. I’m dangerously close to coming already, the sex between us so fucking good. This is what I always thought it would be, and it’s because of Rylan that I’m feeling it.
I jerk myself off as he continues to pound into me, long, deep strokes that feel better than anything ever has.