Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He punctuated the little tirade with a hard kiss before propping himself over me and putting my dick at his hole.
Then he began to slide down.
15
Cal
Maybe I wasn’t being completely honest with Worth. The truth was, he was paying me more sweet attention than any man ever had before, and it was fucking with my head. His concentrated devotion to making me feel good was giving me thoughts and feelings I had no business indulging in.
So I got us right back to the physical fucking.
Except the minute he began to enter my body, he got this awed look on his face that made my heart zing around in my chest like a kid who’d eaten too much sugar at a birthday party.
“You’re so damned beautiful,” he said, reaching up and cupping my cheek.
Oh hell.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the stretch and burn. When he was finally all the way in, I began to rock up and down and grind side to side.
Worth groaned and grabbed onto my hips with strong fingers, directing the movement. My cock stood out from my body like a compass point with Worth as its true north. I wanted him so much, I was leaking all over his stomach.
I propped my hands on his chest and sat up, enjoying the view as I fucked myself on his cock. How long had it been since I’d bottomed for someone? Two years? Three? I remembered bottoming for a guy I had a crush on in college. We’d hooked up regularly for a few weeks before he’d graduated and gotten a job out of state.
“So fucking tight,” Worth hissed. “Fuck. I can’t… I can’t…”
He flipped me onto my back and lifted my legs up before driving his cock back into me. And then he began to fuck me in earnest. Worth’s thick cock made me feel so full, but his aggression was what jacked me right to the edge of orgasm. He pounded into me, grasping my ankles in a tight grip and thrusting his hips almost like he was punishing both of us.
If it was punishment, I was going to have to revisit my list of acceptable kinks to include it.
I reached back and braced myself against the padded headboard as he railed me. He continued a litany of mumbled curses as he changed the angle and lit up my entire body with a shower of sparks.
“Oh shit,” I cried, feeling the edge of my release catch. My legs trembled and I reached for my cock only to find his hand there already, squeezing and stroking as he pushed me head-first into the mother of all orgasms.
By the time my muscles finished contracting, I realized I was sweaty and panting and Worth still looked like a damned movie star.
He let my legs down gently and leaned in to kiss me softly. It was sloppy and imprecise, and everything about feeling his spent body against mine was perfect.
“Holy Christ,” he said after a few moments of kissing. “Maybe you were right about me being old. I feel like I just did a triathlon.”
“Ready to go again?” I asked with a straight face.
The rumble of his laugh against my chest made me grin. “You’re a brat,” he said. “You wore me out.”
He laid his head on my shoulder and blew out a breath. My heart was taking its sweet time slowing down from the gymnastics, and I felt his thumping steadily against my side as well.
“That was…” I began, unsure of what I’d meant to say.
“Yeah.”
After a few minutes, he got up and fetched a wet cloth before leaning over me to clean me up like a sweet sex valet.
“Do you think there’s such a thing as a sex valet?” I asked. “Like, in history. Would a king have had someone whose sole purpose was preparing him before and cleaning him up afterward?”
“That’s… a very strange idea, Cal.”
“It would make a good romance novel though. Admit it.”
Worth sounded sleepy when he answered. “Hallmark is going to be banging down your door to get to that idea. I’m sure of it.”
“Maybe a spin-off from The Tudors,” I mused. I drew big looping shapes over the bare skin of his back after he snuggled back against my chest.
“That’s unpleasant. King Henry falling for his poor jizz servant.”
I chuckled. “Ooooh. I like that. Will you call me your jizz servant from now on?”
“Not in a million years. Get some sleep, Cal. My sister is going to make you pose for pictures tomorrow.”
If I could have bottled this feeling of contentment, I could have made millions. “Jon?”
“Yeah?”
“If a king—”
Worth groaned, but it had a laugh behind it too. “Baby, I can’t handle these difficult questions when I’m feeling fucked out. You ruined me for conversation, so it’s kind of your fault.”
“Fine. You sleep, old man. You probably need your rest.”