Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
We were completely naked by the time we reached the bedroom. Kissing and touching, wrapping each other up in arms and lips. We pressed ourselves against each other, rubbing up and down. His heat felt like opening up a blasting furnace, warming the blood in my veins and giving me a heady, drunk feeling.
Which could also have been from the copious amounts of alcohol I drank, but hey, who was keeping track?
“God, how can someone be so fucking hot,” I said in breathy gasps as Ryan pushed me back onto the plush mattress.
“You tell me.” His ocean eyes raked over me, up and down, stopping on my twitching cock. I rubbed a thumb over the head, spreading the wetness Ryan caused.
I took a moment to appreciate his body: built but not overly so, dark and well-kept hair covering his chest and trailing down his belly, a trimmed bush sitting above a thick cock, balls heavy and waiting for my mouth. His thighs resembled tree trunks leading down a pair of sexy legs and feet.
“Get on top of me right the fuck now,” I said, lying back on the bed, spreading my legs open as Ryan climbed on. Plenty of moonlight streamed in through a round window with its sheer white curtains drawn to the side, so I could see Ryan’s expression of bliss as he rubbed his cock against mine, his mouth coming down to suck on my neck.
“Oh, Ry, fuuuuuuck.”
He growled against my throat, taking my skin between his teeth. Tiny explosions of fireworks and starlight went off in my body. I dropped my head back and let Ryan use my body like clay. Whatever he wanted, I was his to use, to mold.
To fuck.
“You’re so hard,” Ry said as he leaned back, taking me in his hand, stroking himself with the other. “I fucking love it.”
He wasn’t lying. He showed me how much he loved it by bending down and wrapping his lips around me, an intense wet and white-hot heat consuming me. I fisted the silky, soft taupe sheets as Ryan gobbled me up, making greedy slurping noises as he bobbed up and down. Saliva dripped down my shaft, past my balls. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. My entire body pulsed, my hole twitched, and my soul practically ached for Ryan.
I lifted my ass off the bed, giving him a signal I hoped he pic—
“Ooooh, fuck,” I hissed, his finger sliding over my wet hole as he added more spit and circled around the tight ring while his tongue still swirled around me. He looked up with those steely blue eyes and grinned, mouth full of my cock, as he pushed his finger in.
I gasped, not from pain or surprise but from pure and unadulterated pleasure. The kind of pleasure that should surely only be reserved for nirvana.
He went in farther, my body already hungry for him, offering no resistance. I played with myself often enough to know what was up, and Ryan was as much delicate as he was voracious. I trusted him completely, and that allowed me to relax even further, faster.
“Deeper,” I begged. “Finger me—fuck, that feels so good.”
Ryan sunk his finger in, down to the second knuckle. My cock throbbed as he drove up, bliss jolting through me. I couldn’t even form words, could only lie there as Ryan slid in and out, curled upward, pushed and pressed and rubbed. I squirmed on the bed as if I were being electrocuted, wanted to get him to touch every inch of me.
Then he added another finger, and it became game over. My cock gave a rogue throb, and a rush of clear precome mixed with semen flowed out, wetting my pubes with the warm seed. I didn’t climax and was still rock-hard, but whatever Ryan had done to me turned me into a sticky, wet mess.
“Damn,” Ryan said, “all that’s for me?” He looked at me, still smiling, as he bent down and licked it all up, or as much of it as he could, his fingers still probing and stretching me. I clenched around him, drawing him in, wanting my body full of him.
“This must be what people talked about when they said they were ‘cock crazed.’”
Ryan looked up at me and laughed with his wet lips, which ended up making me laugh, his fingers still knuckle-deep inside me. I surrendered to the moment, letting the current of bliss carry me downstream.
“I’ve never heard that before,” Ryan said as he licked me up and down like a fucking lollipop.
“Maybe I just made it up.” I couldn’t believe I had the ability to even carry a conversation, much less make it coherent. He laughed again as he popped me back in his mouth, the vibrations climbing up the base of my spine and straight to my head.