Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
He shook his head like he didn’t know what to do with me, but I knew he did. And he liked it too. Emerson set the oil on the table, stood behind me, and then…wetness, right where I wanted it the most. “Ah, hell. That’s my favorite thing. Might come all over this expensive wood when you put your tongue in my ass,” I said when he knelt behind me.
“I want you to come with my dick in there.”
“I’ll try.”
His calloused hands covered my ass cheeks, and then he spread them. The first time I’d done this, I’d been embarrassed as hell to have someone look at my asshole, but when you realize how good it feels to have that particular spot paid attention to, the awkwardness all but disappears.
“It’s a pretty little hole, Sam.” He was close enough that his warm breath ghosted over my rim, making me tremble.
“Gotta kiss it if you appreciate it.”
He chuckled. “Reach back here and hold yourself open for me.”
That was new, but I did as he asked, pulling my cheeks apart, and damned if it didn’t make me feel sexy.
Emerson pressed his lips to my hole, giving it a quick peck, before his tongue sneaked out and he licked at me. Pleasure shot down my spine, multiplying each time he lapped at me. Emerson ate my ass like he was dying for it, like it was what he’d asked for as his last meal. I whimpered each time he did, growled and groaned while his skilled tongue made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.
He worked hard to loosen me up, sucked on his finger and used that before pressing against me with his tongue again. My whole body was sensitive, little pinpricks of pleasure dancing together, growing and branching out into more and more with each passing second.
He fucked me that way, then with two fingers, and then ate me again. I probably looked needy when I thrust against the table, holding open my ass cheeks for him and begging, “Fuck me.”
Emerson shoved to his feet. Knocked the bottle of oil over, grabbed it, and slicked up his cock. I loved how eager he seemed for me, like he couldn’t wait to get inside me, knew he couldn’t stand to leave me even if it was to go get the lube. When he pressed his erection against my rim, I swear a bolt of lightning shot through me.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, Emerson pushed inside. My body stretched to accommodate him, pressure and fullness making me feel possessed, owned. This was my favorite part, when two bodies met, one making its way inside the other. “Yes, God yes. Fuck, you feel good.”
It wasn’t until his groin met my ass and he was buried to the hilt that Emerson leaned in, forehead to my shoulder blades, and said, “I haven’t felt someone this way in over three years.”
I couldn’t work out how to respond to that. I sure as shit hadn’t expected it. Not with a man like Emerson. His body was so tense against mine, I could feel it, so I took a chance, figuring he wouldn’t want to let me in. “Does that mean you’re gonna bust your nut quick-like? All I’m sayin’ is you better make me come.”
His laugh was so fucking real, so true, it made my chest vibrate while I did the same.
“Oh shit. You can’t laugh when I’m inside you, or I really will end this before you get off.”
“It happens. Just hurry up and fuck me.”
“Such a brat,” he said, then pulled me up so my back was against his chest. Emerson wrapped one arm around me, taking my shaft in hand and stroking as he pulled back and then thrust forward again.
I swear the whole damn world ceased to exist then, just me and Emerson, him pumping inside me and making the room spin. His body slapped against mine, his dick hitting me just right, each drag of his cock, in and out, making me throb and my balls fill even more. His fist tightened around me, each slide of his hand matching the pumping of his hips. When he groaned, biting into my neck, I couldn’t hold back. I shot all over his pretty table, marked it up with ribbons of cum.
Emerson’s dick jerked, the bite intensifying, his load spurting inside my willing body.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” He brushed his thumb over the tender spot I was sure he’d marked.
“I’m not. Don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. I sure have never been fucked so good. I’m getting more and more thankful for this arrangement we made.”
It felt weird when he pulled out, like I was open and empty. Like his cum would dribble out of my hole and down my thigh. “I’m glad you approve.” He stepped back. “What did you say earlier? Fuck you and feed you? I got the first part done. I guess I better get going on the next.”