Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Dane’s fingers went to the buttons on my jeans, and we fumbled with each other’s clothes until we stood there naked, looking at each other.
“Oh, well, hello there. Someone is happy to see me,” I teased as I stroked my hand up his hard cock.
He laughed, and I couldn’t help but be proud that I’d made him do that. Then he sobered, pushed me back onto the bed, and I fell and bounced. His eyes were wild, his pupils blown. “You like it a little rough, right?”
“You know I do…but I like it sweet and like to laugh too.” Before he could get on the bed with me, I leaned forward and sucked his prick into my mouth, tasted the drops of precome there. Dane hissed, rubbed my scalp, then down to my nape, and squeezed. My damn legs started shaking as he led my movements as I blew him.
He made me go slow, pushing me gently and pulling me off again, like he wanted to savor me. I sure as shit wanted to savor him.
“Fuck…your mouth is so good.”
I pulled off him with a pop and nuzzled his balls. “You’re giving me something good to play with too.” Dane’s body really did it for me. He was firm, with cut muscles but not big. He didn’t look like he spent hours at the gym or anything, just this natural look that was honestly always my favorite. And damn…his cock. It was long and thick, the head all red, swollen, and leaking. And now I was feeling a little neglected. “Mine’s really good too. You should say hello.” I stroked my erection, and he laughed again.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You used to hate that about me.”
He frowned a little. “I don’t anymore.” Then he dropped to his knees and swallowed my dick down, burying his face in my pubes, and holy fucking shit, Dane could deep-throat a cock.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, pumping my hips a little bit. He pushed me back so I lay down, then slid his finger between my ass cheeks to rub my hole. That easy, my eyes were rolling back, because nothing got me like a little ass play. “Yeah…God, yeah. Give me a finger.”
“No,” he said before sucking me again.
“Dane!” I called out, knowing he was doing it to frustrate me…and it was working. “Please.” I rotated my hips a bit, wanting something inside me. “If you don’t, I’ll have to finger myself.”
“Then I’ll tie your hands together, brat.” He looked up at me, this playfulness in his eyes that I wished were always there. Dane deserved to smile more. He was so much fun in bed, and I loved that.
I pulled him toward me and fell onto my back. He came down on top of me, and then we were kissing again, rutting against each other, my prick achy and my balls so damn full.
I reached for him when he pulled back. “I’m just getting the lube. You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” I replied, not even embarrassed. I’d always loved sex, but I really loved it with Dane.
He grabbed the bottle from his nightstand and tossed a condom to the bed, before slicking his fingers and coming down on top of me again. “Ask me for it,” he said against my mouth.
“Fuck off.”
“Aw, that’s not very nice.”
“Who are you, and what did you do with Dane?”
“I don’t feel like myself when I’m with you,” he surprised me by saying, and that had all my warning bells going off, and my body feeling more eager for him, and my head all confused.
“Give me your fingers,” I finally asked. His lips crashed down on mine as he slid a hand between us, rubbed around my hole, then pushed a finger inside.
“More.” I arched my body toward him as he kissed down my neck. He went from one finger to two quickly as he worked me open, kissing, licking, touching me.
“God, I need inside you,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breath against my ear.
“Then fuck me.”
It looked like his hands were shaking when he leaned up and ripped open the condom. He rolled it down his erection, and then he had my legs over his arms and was pushing inside.
“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned as he worked his way in. There was the initial burn and stretch I loved so much, and then he was there, his groin against my ass, looking down at me like he didn’t know who I was.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” I asked, because I didn’t know what to say and my stomach was a little in knots from his stare.
“Such a bossy little bottom.” And then he was really fucking me. My nails dug into his back and our bodies slapped together as he railed me. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and told him, grabbing his ass and feeling the muscles there tighten as he pumped his hips. “Me either,” he gritted out.