Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“It’s better,” Soren choked out as Angel wrapped those plush sparkling lips around his dick. Angel enveloped almost all of him on the first suck, wrapping him in the tightest wet heat he’d felt in far too long. He couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt so good.
And there was no tearing his eyes off Angel. His expression was one of pure bliss as he worked his mouth along Soren’s cock. He sucked him like it was his one true passion in life.
Soren fought the orgasm that was barreling down on him far too fast; he wanted to revel in the moment for as long as possible.
But he knew he was in trouble when Angel lifted two fingers and allowed his dick to slide from his mouth. “Suck on them,” Angel ordered, and Soren couldn’t help but comply. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. He moved his tongue along those long, slender digits, sucking on them like he would if he were lucky enough to have Angel’s dick in his mouth.
Would they have time for that? He nearly lost control of his orgasm as he imagined Angel stretched out among his twisted sheets while he bent over him, his mouth full of Angel’s dick while the man cried out in pleasure.
Angel pulled his wet fingers free and deftly slid them behind Soren’s balls. He spread his legs as best he could with his pants still gathered around his damn ankles. Angel took him a little deeper as the first finger pressed inside his hole. The bite of the stretch and hint of burn melded so perfectly with the feel of his cock in Angel’s mouth. The finger pressed deeper, and a moan escaped him.
“More,” he grunted. One hand was pressed to the wall to stay upright while the fingers of his other hand tangled in Angel’s silky soft blond hair. He didn’t try to force him or control him. He just needed that extra contact as a second finger pressed into his ass. The burn was worse but perfect. He was so close.
His hips jerked forward and pressed back as he fucked himself on Angel’s fingers while fucking the man’s mouth. A low hum of pleasure from Angel was his final undoing. The vibrations massaged his cock while the fingers in his hole twisted, brushing over his prostate. A shout tore from his throat as he shot down Angel’s, emptying himself before he could even warn the poor guy on his knees.
Intense pleasure ripped through Soren, lighting up nerve endings and stealing his breath away. More happy noises left Angel as he swallowed everything Soren gave him.
Soren tried to blink his way to clear thought as Angel pulled his fingers free and allowed his spent cock to slip from his puffy lips. He licked them, those dark eyes staring up at him with what looked like bottomless hunger and need.
“That was a delicious appetizer,” Angel said, his sweet voice now rough from the abuse his throat had taken. “Now for the main course.”
“Yes,” he groaned as he helped Angel up to his feet. Keeping ahold of the man so he couldn’t dart away, Soren hauled him in for a thorough kiss, tasting himself mixed with the alcohol and Angel for something utterly sublime.
And then Angel was slipping away, stripping off clothes as he moved through the hotel room as if it were his own. He bent to turn on one of the lights beside the bed, showing off a perfectly rounded ass. Angel smirked over his shoulder and Soren finally recovered enough of his energy to kick off his shoes, pants, and underwear. He dropped his shirt on the floor and grabbed Angel around the waist, tackling him to the bed.
The smaller man gave a surprised yelp and immediately rolled out of the hold and to his feet on the other side of the bed. Soren stared at him, eyes wide, frozen in place. He certainly hadn’t expected catlike reflexes like that.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Angel’s smile had slipped for a heartbeat, but he seemed to struggle to shove it into place again. “No problem. I’m just ready to get inside of you.”
Soren grinned at him from where he was stretched across the center of the bed, his hands folded behind his head.
“As gorgeous as this view is, I want you on your stomach, ass in the air,” Angel directed.
Winking at Angel, Soren slowly turned over into his stomach and pushed his ass up into the air as the man had requested. A chill of delight shimmied down his spine when he heard the sharp intake of breath right before the bed shifted behind him.
“You’re beautiful. So fucking sexy,” Angel said in a low, rough voice.
“My ass at least,” Soren muttered into the pillow he’d pulled under his chest.