Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Christ, it’s fucking obscene the way your ass is stretching for my cock. Take it, Luxe, take every damn inch.”
“Yes.” He groaned. Tate’s obvious appreciation made the experience ten times hotter. It was exactly what Liam wanted. He wanted his ass to take Tate to a place he’d never been before. To lock him in and make it impossible for him to walk away. “Give it to me.”
When Tate bottomed out, he cursed and rested his head between Liam’s shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. I’ve never felt anything better.”
Victory.
“That’s because you’re big as hell.” And he was. Liam felt stuffed to capacity in the best way possible.
“Give me a minute. I’m too close to the damn edge.” His fingers dug into Liam’s hips, and he held them glued together while they both adjusted.
It wasn’t long before Liam’s body relaxed around the thick cock lodged inside him, and the need for more took over. Teeth grazed the back of his neck, ripping a near-violent shudder through him.
“Oh God. Shit, Tate, you feel incredible.”
“You like it?” He nipped Liam’s ear. “You like your ass full of my cock?”
“Yes. Yes, I love it. But you gotta move. You’re killing me.”
“Mmm, I think I can do that.” The heavy weight of a man left his back as Tate straightened. He pulled his hips back with the same agonizing pace he’d entered Liam. But when he drove forward, he did it with a fierce, powerful thrust that had Liam crying out.
“Fuck yes. More. Wreck me with your cock, Tate.”
The words seemed to snap something inside the man. He growled and began fucking Liam in a fast, pounding rhythm like he was trying to split him in two. Liam slammed his hips back, meeting Tate thrust for thrust. When the pleasure of his prostate being hit jolted through him, he shouted, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes, there. Right there.”
Like a man possessed, Tate hammered his prostate over and over. Liam’s arms gave out, and he crashed onto the mattress, but Tate didn’t miss a beat. He used his hold on Liam’s hips to jerk them together again and again.
Sweat dripped from Tate onto his skin. If he were on his back, he’d capture some for a taste, but then they’d be face-to-face and he’d be exposed. As it was, he used the mattress to hide whatever strong emotions had to be plain as day in his expression. Liam wasn’t exactly known for his ability to hide what he was feeling like Tate could.
His stomach coiled, and his balls drew up tight, ready to blow. “Tate,” he said with a moan. “I need to come.” He started to reach for his dick only to have his hand slapped away.
“Mine,” Tate growled, then his big, rough hand closed around Liam’s cock.
“Fuck!” he shouted as that hand pumped his dick with quick, sure strokes. Four tugs in, he lost control of his body. Stars burst behind his eyelids, and pleasure so intense he roared exploded from deep within. Cum shot from his dick, coating Tate’s hand and spraying the sheets below him.
“Fuck, oh fuck, you’re choking my cock,” Tate said, then thrust twice more before shouting a savage curse and slamming as deep as he could get as he erupted into the condom.
Not once had Liam fucked without a condom—he’d never even wanted to—but now cum was all he could think about as he lay twitching beneath Tate and how badly he wanted to feel the man’s load dripping from his ass.
If he said that out loud, Tate would probably run from the apartment naked and covered in cum, so he kept his mouth shut. After a moment, the heavy weight of a satisfied man collapsed on top of him. The softening cock slipped out, making Liam grunt. He’d have loved to stay connected a little longer.
Tate breathed hard, and his muscles jumped every few seconds.
Liam smiled. Was there anything better than feeling the mass of a cum-drunk man on top of him?
He didn’t think so.
A soft kiss on the back of his neck had him sighing in bliss. Another followed, then a third. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” There went another of those kisses.
Who knew Tate would be so sweet post-fuck?
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Not even a little bit. But no, I’m not okay.”
The big body on top of him tensed.
“I don’t think I’ll be okay until we’ve done that at least a few dozen times. Just to make sure we have our technique down pat.”
Tate snorted, then rolled off Liam’s back. They both shifted until they were facing each other. At some point, they needed to get up and deal with the condom and wet sheets as well as their messy bodies, but neither seemed willing to break the intimate spell.
“A few dozen, huh?” Tate asked. The damp hair around his forehead was plastered to his skin, and Liam couldn’t resist smoothing it back.