Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I gazed over at my beautiful mate, who sat next to me and looked about as enthused as I felt, as he covered up another yawn. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before whispering, “Make it stop,” into his ear.
He chuckled, which was my intention, but then surprised me by whispering back, “I agree. Let’s get out of here.”
I didn’t think he would be so easily convinced to actually leave this shit parade, but I wasn’t going to second guess it. I simply asked, “Where would you like to go?” I would take him anywhere in the world he desired.
“I just want to go home. I want you to take me to bed, and I want to complete our bond.”
I blinked before, “Oh, fuck yes,” leapt from my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and took him in a deep kiss as our surroundings dissolved. Before we plunged into blackness, I heard Daniel’s laughter behind us. He knew what we were doing, and I couldn’t find a damn to give.
Within moments, we arrived in Milan’s apartment. We’d slept there the night before, but we were too distracted and exhausted to do anything besides sleeping. We were waiting for the chaos to die down so that we could fully focus on each other, and it was finally time.
Milan took my hand and led me into his bedroom. The moment we crossed the threshold, the mood changed. Urgent need crackled between us like static electricity, and my hands were drawn to his body like magnets.
I braided my fingers behind his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. Our tongues battled as Milan plucked my shirt’s buttons apart, and pulled its tails from my waistband.
His warm palms traveled over the expanse of my chest, tracing and massaging its curves. He tweaked my hardened nipples, and I moaned wantonly into his mouth.
His touch was incredible, but it wasn’t enough. My own hands ached with longing, so I moved them from his soft hair to tear his shirt away. My hungry fingers groped over his torso, but their appetite wasn’t satisfied.
I unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them to the floor as Milan did the same to mine. Our fingers fought and fumbled until we stripped away one another’s boxers, and we kicked away the pile of fabric, along with our shoes.
I eased Milan backwards until his legs bumped against the bed. Our lips parted when he flopped back onto the mattress, and I opened my eyes to take in his beautiful form.
His long, lean body was sprawled out before me, and my gaze roved over every inch of his tan skin. I watched the flex of his chest as he breathed, and the way his hard cock pulsated with his quick heart beat.
His body was so damn gorgeous, but it was his eyes that drew me in. I could practically feel the heat radiating from them as he stared at me with a lusty mix of desire and demand. They dared me to come get him, and I would gladly answer the call.
I climbed onto the bed and spread his legs apart, resting between them on my knees. My hands caressed up his hairy thighs before gently cupping his sack. I massaged his soft orbs as Milan moaned, slowly rolling his head from side to side.
I wanted, needed to give him more. I wrapped one palm around his shaft and stroked, rubbing my thumb along the thick vein beneath his skin. Milan’s cock was about the same length and girth as my own, but his tip was cut into a pretty mushroom head.
As I stroked his flesh, a clear bead of pre-cum leaked from his slit, and I needed to see if it tasted as delicious as it looked. So I leaned down and kept my gaze locked on his as I flicked out my tongue, collecting the sweet, salty drop. It was even better than I imagined.
Milan’s eyes went unfocused as he watched me lick his tip in wide circles before sliding my tongue down his shaft. He moaned when I lapped at his fuzzy balls, and gasped when I spread his legs further apart. I was hungry for more.
His pretty pucker quivered with anticipation as I neared. I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it across each ridge and wrinkle of his skin as Milan called out his pleasure.
The sound snapped my restraint. I quickly flicked my tongue across his hole, soaking him in my saliva as his legs trembled. His musky flavor danced on my taste buds, but didn’t quench my appetite, so I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside, brushing against his smooth walls.
Milan moaned and pressed down, shoving my slick appendage further inside him. I rocked my chin, fucking him with my tongue as he cursed and groaned and clawed at my head, trying to pull me in deeper. There was only one way to reach him where he needed.