Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna make me come too fast,” I panted.
“That’s the good thing about encores. You get more.” He leaned forward and wove his fingers into my hair, and then he grabbed a fistful, sending sparks of sharp little bolts of pain down my spine. He yanked me back, causing me to almost lose my balance, until I landed back on his lap. He stroked my cock faster and did something that made me cry out. He pressed his thumb down against the base of my cock, all while he brushed his fingertips over the sensitive head, my slit, gliding through the wetness. And a beat after, he reached down and rolled my balls in his hand and stroked his middle finger along my perineum.
Where the fuck did he get this shit? How did he know that would feel so damn good?
I hadn’t known. I’d like to say I knew my cock fairly well.
He was making my mind swim.
My breathing got out of control.
He fucked me brutally, just like I’d fantasized about. I heard the sounds each thrust made, that muted slap of skin on skin that came from real fucking passion, when you couldn’t hold back, when you just needed and had to have, when the pain couldn’t possibly outweigh the pleasure.
In the end, I was fucking myself on his cock. Up and down, up and down, while he stroked my cock and sucked on my neck. He encouraged me too. He whispered in my ear. That’s it. Fuck yourself on me, baby. Realize your ass is mine.
Much more than my ass was his. That was the kicker, wasn’t it?
“You’re gonna kill me,” I groaned. “Fuck, Jake. I’m getting close.”
“Not good enough.” He nipped at my earlobe and flicked his tongue over it. “Tell me you need this from me, Roe. Tell me you need me to empty my balls deep inside your ass.”
“I need it!” I gasped. I didn’t even hesitate. I’d tell him over and over—however many times he demanded. Too many emotions and sensations washed over me, crashed into me, drowned me, that maybe I got a little too honest. “I need it. I need it, Jake. My ass is yours. Whatever you want. It’s you. You got me this way. It’s all fucking you.”
I heard his sharp intake of air but had no time to wonder if I’d said too much before he snaked his free hand around my throat and exhaled near my ear.
“That goes both ways,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “I was okay before I met you. I’m not saying good—I’m saying fine. I was all right. Then you made me question every little thing. And I hope you’re fucking happy.”
I whimpered. Loud and clear. Desperate. Fucking lost. Or at home. Right at home in our confessions. We weren’t drunk, and yet…we were? On each other. He’d fucked with my head. I’d somehow fucked with his. Weren’t we a pair?
He nudged me forward again, and I automatically braced myself against the headboard. Pains from earlier today barely registered anymore. A slight twinge in my fingertips, that was all. He fucked me against said headboard, each thrust shifting me an inch up the bed, until I was almost pressed against it.
A rush, or a swell, of need filled me to the point where my balls nearly hurt. They felt full and tight when he cupped them firmly in his hand. Only for the sensations to set off a hundred little explosions inside me when he moved his hand up to my cock again.
I was gonna come.
“Close,” I choked out. “I’m gonna blow.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no thought of surrendering a battle I’d already lost.
I went down the proverbial rabbit hole and rolled around in the euphoria. In the filth.
I lost the last semblance of control, and then I was coming. I felt his chest against my back. I heard his groan. He was coming too. Wasn’t he? He was.
Fuck, I’d give anything to see us. Him holding me so tightly, stroking me off, the muscles in his ass clenched as he buried himself as deep as possible… I trembled against him, the pleasure fading slowly, my skin becoming more sensitive. I had to ease his hand away from my cock when I’d stopped coming. Jesus. I could barely breathe.
I collapsed next to the mess I’d made, and I brought Jake with me.
Holy fuck, was my ass sore.
I could feel his heart beating erratically against my upper back.
“I’m not sure I can move,” he said, out of breath.
I shook my head against the pillow and swallowed dryly. “Fuck moving. We’re gonna chase down painkillers and pass out in the other bed.” Preferably with me in his arms.
“That…that sounds like movin’.”
I smiled into the pillow.
San Diego wasn’t bad to look at in the middle of the night. The view from our hotel room was kinda spectacular, revealing skyscrapers filled with people who were still up—or had forgotten to turn off the lights.