Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
The curve of his lips didn’t falter. “Yeah, if that’s how you want it, sure.”
I glanced down at my own body and then back up at him. “I’m pretty sure this is a go-to position.”
Tucker laughed again and walked toward me like he was on a Sunday stroll, big dick bobbing in the air between us and making it hard not to stare. At it. At all of him.
He ran a hand lightly up my spine, and I couldn’t help arching into his touch or the goose bumps that blossomed over my shoulder blades when he leaned down and pressed a kiss between them. “I guess I just had something kinda different in mind.”
“Yeah? Like what?” I wasn’t the expert, but I could hear the tinge of frustration in my voice that came from feeling vulnerable and exposed beneath his gaze. I was guessing Tucker sensed it, too. Though his eyes didn’t lose their amused sparkle, his voice was gentler when he said, “Flip on your back.”
I flipped onto my back and pointed to my nightstand. “I got some, uh, supplies and stuff in there.”
“Mmm,” Tucker murmured, leaning over me and letting his lips drift over mine, down my chin, neck, and sternum, a soft, fluttery feeling that bordered on ticklish but left a searing heat behind. “We’re not there just yet.”
Before I could open my mouth again, he swallowed my cock, and I let out a sharp moan, arching off the bed into the heat of his mouth as he sucked me. I’d been fantasizing about his mouth on me again for what felt like a hundred unsatisfying jerk sessions, and my hands moved automatically to his head, anchoring him in place. He let me thrust into that blissful wetness until my breathing dissolved into sharp gasps, and I could feel my orgasm gathering, ready to explode. Then he popped off.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I gasped.
Tucker grabbed the supplies from my drawer and climbed onto the bed, settling between my thighs. My dick gave a hopeful lurch as he raked his teeth across his lower lip and gazed down at me. “You saying you want more?”
Fuck it. “Yeah…yes. Fuck yes.”
“You saying you want me to make this ass mine?” His hands trailed over my thighs and around to my hamstrings before gently pushing them up, and I decided we could argue semantics later. Right now, I wanted to know what it felt like to have him buried inside me.
“Fuck yes,” I assented.
“Good,” he murmured. With one hand, he pinned my hip to the bed while the lube-slicked fingers of the other smoothed over my hole. The second he slid the first finger inside, he grasped my cock, giving it a long, slow stroke and causing me to cry out again at the sudden friction.
Exhaling a string of curses, I let my head fall back, trying not to come again as he worked me open and teased me at the same time. How many fucking times had he done this before to be so damn good at it? I’d have asked if I could’ve formed words, but the combination of his rough, deft touch, the cool sheets against my skin, and the slide of his finger in and out of my ass was driving me crazy.
“Tucker, fuck,” I managed, letting my knees fall wider.
Tucker groaned some response and pressed closer to me, the head of his dick kissing my hole. I registered the warmth a second before the pressure came as he eased slowly inside me, one hand gripping his shaft.
“Ahhh, shit,” he groaned, the husky arousal in his voice making me wild. “Goddamn, Patrick.” His voice was a raspy whisper as he slid farther inside. “This ass…” His eyes fluttered shut, and the immense pressure inside me eased, transmuting to a hot glow that rippled upward through my body. In that second, as he filled me completely, I realized I’d been missing a whole fucking world of pleasure.
I had nothing to offer but curses and groans of encouragement as he started moving, slowly at first, so that it felt like every nerve ending down there was awake and on fire with pleasure in a way I’d never experienced before.
I clutched at his sides, then his ass, urging him deeper and faster as the knotted-up sensation in my groin escalated.
“Like this dick inside you? You want all of it, baby?”
“Fuck yes. All of it.” I was damn near stuttering, mindless with the heat and desire racing through my veins, the blunt ends of my nails digging into the meat of his asscheeks.
“Gonna come for me again?”
When I started to reach for my cock, Tucker batted my hand away, head dipping to claim my mouth. He pressed harder against me, smooth skin gliding against the balls and base of my dick as he thrust. It drove me to the brink, and I arched into him, chasing the friction over and over until…