Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Fuuuuck,” Gabriel whined over and over as my cock brushed his prostate. “I’ve waited so long for this. Wanted you for so long.”
I punched my hips forward. “You have no fucking idea how goddamn selfish I’m about to be with you,” I snarled, kissing him again.
He sank his teeth into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and my hips stuttered, cum flowing from my cock and into his tight hole. I hadn’t been expecting it—not from my sweet, adorable Gabriel. But fuck, I definitely liked it.
He moaned. “I can feel you—oh, God,” he cried out, his cum spurting out of his cock a moment later, his neck arching fucking beautifully.
I somehow managed to roll us to the side before I collapsed, holding him tight to me, my cock still buried in his ass. He held me just as tight as I held him, the only sound in the room being our heavy, panting breaths and the crackling of the flames in the fireplace.
“I love you,” Gabriel whispered, pressing a kiss to my throat.
I swallowed thickly and gripped his hair, pulling his head back so I was looking down at him. I kissed him softly, scraping my nails lightly over his scalp.
“I love you, too, baby boy.” My voice was raw with the love I held for him, and the way his eyes went all gooey told me he heard it. “With every fucking fiber of my being.”
His sweet, tender smile was fucking everything.
16
Gabriel
My ass was pleasantly sore the next morning, and my stomach was rumbling, threatening an uprising if I didn’t give it sustenance, but neither of those things was going to win out over me wanting Tango inside of me again.
Now that I’d had a taste of him, of what it was like to be owned by him, I wanted more. So much more. I was ravenous for every bit of Tango. To be owned by him. Fucked by him.
Loved by him.
Most people would assume the number of times I’d been raped would mean I wouldn’t want sex. Normally, I didn’t. But with Tango, I was safe. I knew I was safe. Every part of me relaxed around him so effortlessly because I knew nothing in this world could touch me with this man standing by my side. Tango would lay his life down for me in a heartbeat and without a single moment of hesitation.
All the safety and security Tango wrapped me up in made me crave him so badly. I practically salivated for him.
I slowly eased beneath the blankets, being careful not to wake Tango up—not yet. I wanted to wake him up with my mouth around his thick cock. And it was definitely thick. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to be able to comfortably get my mouth around him, but I would damn well try.
I’d do anything for this man. He owned every part of me—heart, mind, body, and soul.
Unable to help myself, I inhaled the musky scent of him—a scent that was purely Tango—and then I licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping my lips around his tip. My jaw relaxed like it was second nature, my throat opening as I swallowed him a little deeper. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at the way his cock swelled in my mouth and precum leaked from his tip.
“Fuck, baby,” Tango growled. He flung the blankets aside, making me shiver. His blue eyes were mere slits and heavily coated with sleep, but he was quickly coming more awake. “Your mouth feels so good around my cock, boy.”
I moaned again, my own cock leaking. Tango parted his thighs, cradling my body between them. I shivered at the protective move and groaned when he laced his fingers in my hair. An erotic moan vibrated through his shaft when he fucked his cock into the back of my throat. He growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. It stung, but it stung so good.
“Fuck, you suck my dick so well, baby. So fucking good,” he moaned, fucking my throat like I was his own personal fleshlight. I whined at his praise, doubling down on my efforts to get him off and continue making him feel good. My cock leaked onto the sheets beneath us, and I groaned around his shaft stuffing my mouth, grinding my cock into the sheets.
“Is my boy needy?” Tango rumbled. I dug my nails into his thighs, and he grunted, his cock throbbing between my lips. “Does he need my cock inside him?” He tugged on my hair, making my scalp smart, and pulled me off his cock. I licked my spit-slick lips, my chin wet with drool. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous with your face all a mess.” He stroked his thumb over my bottom lip, and I flicked my tongue out to taste his skin. “You want me inside you, boy?”