Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I reached under him and grasped his dick in my hand, stroking him up and down, using the same rhythm as my thrusts into his ass. He whimpered and struggled, trying to make me go faster. His cock was leaking so much I was able to use his precum as lube.
“Please,” he begged. “I need to come so bad.”
I wanted to draw it out, to keep tormenting him, to see how long I could make him hold off, but I also wanted to come deep inside him as he worked his hips, wanting more, begging for it. And I wanted to hold him afterwards, to cuddle him against me and comfort him.
The latter was utterly new. I enjoyed dominating men. I liked control. I’d played plenty of games where I’d dealt out discipline or forced men to obey, but I was always content to leave as soon as the sex was over. But this… this was way more than just sex. It wasn’t at all what I had expected when I decided I wanted to be the one to teach Corbin a lesson.
I tightened my grip on his cock. “I want to feel you come. Don’t hold anything back.”
“Beau, I… Please!” I jerked him off while I fucked him hard and deep. He whimpered and squirmed and worked himself on me. In no time, his body jerked, and his ass tightened around me so hard it hurt.
I felt the first splash of his cum hit my hand. I kept stroking him, wanting him to feel every bit of pleasure he could. I held my climax back, determined to wait him out.
When he sagged against the mattress, I gave his spent cock one last pull, eliciting a soft whine. I took hold of his hips and drove deep again and again until, with a shout, I let go, spilling inside him, letting my hot cum fill him up.
“So good,” he murmured. “So… everything.”
It had been everything. Everything I had ever dreamed of. Everything we both needed. I slipped my arms under his limp body and raised him up onto his knees so I knelt behind him. My cock slipped from his ass, and he sucked in a breath.
“Do you feel my cum leaking out of you?”
“Oh my God, yes. I’ve never… I’ve never had a man come inside me. It feels incredible. I feel it coating my thighs. It’s so fucking hot.”
His legs were shaking, and I doubted he could hold himself up. I pressed him tight against my front as he reached between his legs and brought his hand back up, fingers dripping with cum. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. Damn if my cock didn’t twitch.
I encouraged him to turn his head so I could kiss him, needing to taste myself on him. I sucked on his tongue the way he’d sucked on his own fingers. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I held him in place, showing Corbin I was still in control, that I decided when the kiss ended.
When I finally pulled back, his eyes were huge. He stared at me as he panted. “That was… Fuck, I’m dizzy.”
I eased him back down onto the bed and curled around him.
“Beau, I… I want…”
“Just rest. There will be time for talking later.”
“Don’t go.”
I pulled him tighter against me. “I have no intention of leaving you.” I left off the word ever, but it rang in my head.
“Y-you’re going to stay?”
“Yes.” I ran my lips along his neck, breathing in his scent—sweat, sex, and Corbin.
“Like, you’ll stay all night?”
“Yes, baby. All night.”
I lay there for a long time, watching Corbin sleep and stroking my hands over his body. I kissed his neck and his shoulder, but he didn’t stir. He was worn out after what we’d done. My mind raced, and eventually, the fact that we’d skipped dinner had me slipping out of bed. Corbin made a few protesting noises, but he didn’t fully wake. I tucked the covers around him to keep him warm.
I found the kitchen easily and started looking around for a snack. I had only a second’s hesitation about taking Remington’s food. Taking his brother’s ass in his guest room had to be far worse than stealing a snack, and I knew if Corbin was awake, he would offer me whatever was there.
I made myself a ham and cheese sandwich and washed it down with a glass of milk. I put my dishes in the dishwasher, wiped down the counter, and headed back upstairs.
When I slipped back into bed, Corbin stirred and turned over to look at me. “Where’d you go?”
“To get something to eat.”
Corbin’s stomach growled, and I smiled. “Sounds like you need something too.”
“Yeah, I guess. Did we skip dinner?”
“We did. Want me to make you a sandwich?”
“You don’t have to.”