Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
That’s all.
While the idea of being on top of him like this sends a jolt of fire through my bones, I ask, “Do you like being ridden?”
“Not really. I actually prefer always being on top, but I want to see you like this,” he replies, his droopy eyes fixed on me as his hand palms my cock through my shorts and squeezes my balls. “My own little monster fucking himself on my cock.”
A strangled whimper leaves me as his words light me the fuck up.
His cock nudges against my ass, and I release a choked noise as I lift myself, strip off my shorts, and reach for the lube in his drawer.
His big hands rest on my hips as he watches my every movement, his chest going up and down in a slightly perturbed rhythm.
My hand shakes a bit as I’m about to squirt the lube into it, but he shakes his head.
“What?”
“Spit on your hand first, baby.”
I find myself doing just that, because I apparently fold when he orders me around. I love it, I just truly love the way he makes me stop thinking.
He says I’m more of a brat lately, but it’s because I want to hear him order and dominate and force me to my knees.
I reach behind me and jerk him up and down with my spit and then add some lube and squeeze him roughly like we both like.
His grunts are reassuring, but not entirely.
I’m so used to him doing all the work, this is making me feel self-conscious. Sure, he usually makes me lube him, but he never makes me actually put him in me.
“Want me to do it?” he asks, reading me so openly, it should be disturbing.
I let out a stuttering breath and shake my head because he wants to see me do it. I read it loud and clear in those darkened eyes, and for some reason, I need to prove I do want him.
“Get my fuckhole nice and wet, baby.”
My hand is a bit steadier as I finger my hole a bit, getting some lube inside me.
“Whose pussy are you touching, Gareth?”
“Y-yours.”
“That’s right. Mine. So make it wetter.”
“Mff. I want your cock.”
“Not yet. Go deeper, get more lube inside you.”
I grunt, my cock twitching at the order as I add another finger and loosen myself up. “Please, Kayde.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me put your cock in my dripping cunt.”
“Jesus fuck. Sit on my cock. Now.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I remove my fingers, latch on to his slick cock, and align it with my back hole, then push down slightly.
Our groans mix together as his crown nudges inside me.
“Fuck, baby. You look like a god.” He reaches a hand up and pinches my nipples, then rubs and presses, playing with them in ways that make me delirious.
So I relax further, taking more of him in, throwing my head back at the sensation. I love how his cock stretches me until it’s painful. I love the pain because I know, soon, intense pleasure will follow.
Every time he’s inside me, I can’t help the low hum that rips out of my throat or how my cock pulses. It’s resting close to his tattooed abs now, the snake glistening with sweat.
“Mmfuck!” I scream when he pulls me down all the way, his pelvis and balls slapping against my ass.
My cock leaks as it hits his abs and I grunt, placing both hands on his chest, for balance.
“Good boy,” he says in a low growl. “Take my cock in my pussy.”
I let out a strangled noise of desire, his words humming through me with raw power.
“I might call it pussy, but this feels better than anything I’ve been in before. No other pussy or ass can compare.”
“Oh fuck…say that again, please…”
“Say what again, baby?”
“That I feel b-better than anyone else.”
“You do. You’re my favorite fuck.”
“And the first man you fucked because you couldn’t stay away?”
“Yes, baby. You make me lose control.”
“And the only man you’ll ever fuck?”
“You’re my one and only.”
My cock leaks all over him, my muscles relaxing, my mind going to that happy place. “Fucking hell. I’m so… turned on.”
“I can feel it. You’re making a mess on my stomach.”
“Can’t…stop myself.” I’m breathing harshly, letting my body accommodate his size. It’s a moment he always gives me, usually kissing and praising me.
“You with me, baby?”
“Yeah…”
“Does it hurt?”
“A bit, but I like that.”
“Mmm. I know you do.”
“Kayde…”
“Talk to me.”
“You feel so good.”
A small smile lifts his lips. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Mmmff.” With my hands on his chest, I lift my hips and then come down.
My movements are awkward at first, but I soon work up a rhythm and Kayden lets me. He doesn’t interfere, being patient as I fumble around. Then, soon, I’m going up and down, riding him with everything in me, letting his cock hit deeper and deeper.