Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Tell me what you need,” he uttered a moment later, and I could tell from his voice that he was close now, too.
“I… need all of this.”
His free hand came down on my ass, smacking it and making my cock pulse. He leaned over me for another brief moment, this time giving me a little nip and lick on the side of my back.
“Be more specific, babe.”
I moaned. He was stroking my cock firmly now, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stave it off much longer. When I spoke, my breath was heavy.
“I need your cock. I need to come. I need… God, Jesse, I fucking need you—”
He hummed in a low, resonant tone. “Come for me.”
Hearing it was a relief like nothing I’d ever felt. His permission filled my body with a warm rush, and as he fucked me like I belonged to him, I badly wanted to do what he said.
With another firm squeeze on my ass I knew he was going to shatter me. I felt sensation pooling somewhere deep below the base of my cock, taking me right to the edge.
“Going to come for you,” I said breathlessly.
It hit me like a crashing wave, a slow build that formed into a pure rush of sensation. The world was nothing other than this—the feeling of his body on mine and in mine, as he gave me something I’d needed in my bones.
I came all over his hand, my knees going weak on the mattress. My skin was burning hot. I gasped for air, turning my head back to look him in the eyes.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, saying his name.
He looked so fucking good. Flushed and ready to come, hungry for it, eyeing me with a half-lidded gaze.
“You,” he said, pausing for a broken breath as he thrust into me once more, “are my favorite.”
He said the last word like he was relishing it. My cheeks heated at his praise, even after he’d just reduced me to nothing but a desperate animal.
Oh, dear God, I liked that.
I kept my eyes locked on his as best as I could, turning to look up at him as his eyelids fluttered and I knew he was going to come.
Even in my foggy haze I knew this was one of the hottest nights I’d ever had. I tightened my ass around him and watched as Jesse’s arms and abdominal muscles tensed as he pushed deep in me.
He let out something between a deep moan and a growl, finally letting go as he came, a low string of curses spilling out of his mouth. His breathing was heavy, and his palm landed on my back again a moment later, gentle as a feather. He blinked heavily as he made slow circles on my back with his hand, almost like he was massaging me to let me know how good I’d been for him.
He relaxed afterward like he’d just run a marathon. He looked sweaty and spent, his dark hair a wild halo around his head.
He bit down on his lower lip as he slid out of me and tossed the condom into the bin.
As I stood up, our eyes met for a moment and something electric flashed between us.
I was always curious to see how a guy acted after he came—was he going to go quiet? Bolt? Go seek out a pack of Oreos like a ravenous animal?
With Jesse it was a little different.
I… usually didn’t act like an obedient little puppy for guys, and I had no idea what the norm was for him.
He’d definitely let a few things slip while he was inside me, too.
Was I really his favorite?
Or was that just the heat of the moment talking?
He reached up to shove back his hair with his fingers, stretching his arms and his neck. For the first time, I was hyper aware that I was in a college student’s room. It was nicer than a dorm, to be sure, and the frat house had plenty of space, tall ceilings, and charm. But Jesse also had various photos tacked on the wall, most of them taken after hockey games, apparently. He was wearing his gear in a lot of them. In some, he was smiling next to his teammates, and in others, he posed next to fans from the crowd. Textbooks were stacked on his desk beside his laptop, and a couple of hockey jerseys were hung on the wall.
I didn’t feel out of place, exactly, but standing naked in here suddenly felt a whole lot different than just being railed on his bed.
“How do you feel?” he asked after a moment, his voice rich and low still.
“Like I’m ass naked in a frat house.”
A slight smile spread across his lips. “I feel like I want to go rinse off.”