Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“Just feel,” I say quietly. “Stretch.”
Widening my legs, I open myself up to him. His touch is hesitant at first, his fingers circling my hole. And then he dips inside, just a fingertip, and my hips thrust automatically, dragging him all the way in. “That’s it,” I encourage. “Deep, like that.”
“That feels good?” he asks, gaze flitting from his hand to my face.
I nod slowly. “Fuck yeah, that feels good.”
Emboldened, he starts to match the rhythm of my hips, slipping in and out, faster and deeper, and then he adds another finger. I feel him exploring, circling, scissoring, and widening me. It’s not enough…
“Now, William. I need you to fuck me, now.”
Without a word, he drags in a long, shaking breath and climbs onto his knees. His cock springs high in front of me. I drizzle it with the rest of the lube. It’s a beautiful sight. Dripping and glistening in the amber glow from the fire.
I hitch my legs up, anchor my thighs, exposing myself to him while he crawls to the end of the bed and nestles himself against my ass. Grabbing the base of his cock, he nudges gently at my hole, ready, waiting, his eyes on mine…and then he gives himself to me in one deep, long thrust.
“Holy…fuck.”
William inhales with a judder and holds it there. His head rolls back and his mouth falls open. When he looks back down, he’s wearing a smile. He starts to move. Slow. Shallow. Tormenting.
I wrap my legs around him, and he comes forward, kissing me. “You feel good,” he moans into my mouth.
My dick rubs against his taut stomach and my fingers dig into his back. He’s filling me, kissing me, fucking me, and I never want it to end. “God, so do you.”
“I want to feel it,” he says, kissing along the heat that gathers across my neck as he slides in and out. “I want to know what you’re feeling right now.”
I take his shoulders, steady him so I can see his face clearly. “Are you asking me to fuck you, William?”
“Yes.” He kisses my lips. “Yes I am.”
I pull his face to mine, kiss him with all the love and passion my body holds while rolling him onto his back, his cock slipping out of me. I reach for more lube, drench my fingers, and never stop kissing him while I massage the edges of his tight hole. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he says, the word a desperate pant on his tongue.
I enter him slowly, feel him squeeze around my finger, hear him breathe in uneven spurts. “Oh my God,” he groans, as I crook my finger, apply pressure to his prostate. “What the…fuck!”
I can’t prevent the grin taking over my face, knowing what pleasure I’m about to bring to him. “You like that, huh?”
His mouth is open, but he can’t speak. He simply nods, never breaks eye contact.
I add another finger.
I’m slow and purposeful. I kiss his chest, looking up at his face. The way his lips twist and his eyes flicker as they zero in on my hand, it’s like he can’t believe what he’s watching, can’t make sense of how good it feels.
“Shit!” William moans and whimpers and claws at my skin, and I can’t wait another second.
I rip my fingers from his body in one swift, cruel move, leaving William breathless and longing to be filled. Still smiling, I coat my cock in lube and position myself before him. I take hold of his legs, pushing them up, and guide myself to where I need to be. For a moment, I stare down at my cock caressing his pink hole, absorbing the sight that, until now, I’ve only dreamt about.
And then I push forward.
“Ahh…” William moans, wincing slightly.
“Relax,” I tell him, stilling my body. “Just breathe. Take it in.”
He keeps his eyes on mine, trusting me, and I want to stare at him forever. I want time to stop so my fingers never have to move from his skin. So his taste doesn’t leave my mouth. I need to get lost in him, with him… Always.
“I’m okay. It’s okay.”
And so, I move. I watch my dick as it slides out slowly, then look into his eyes as I glide back in. With each thrust, I see him, feel him relax a little more. His body softening, his hole loosening. I go faster, and when William slams his head back into the pillows, I know I have my green light to pound into him until my balls slap his cheeks.
“Fuck…Laurence.”
A familiar, delicious pressure starts to build in the base of my spine, and I take hold of William’s cock before it’s too late. Bending, I bring one of his legs over my shoulder, gripping his thigh for leverage as I propel into him, all the while tugging at his dick. I can tell he won’t be able to stand it much longer. His chest gleams with sweat and his breathing becomes coarse and ragged. I wonder if he feels it too, the throb in his balls, the light-headedness as the threat of orgasm pulls every last ounce of blood and energy into his groin…