Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“Fuck, it’s thick,” he whispers with a frown, but isn’t backing out. I feel his heartbeat in the way his body throbs around my dick. “You’re my fucking wet dream, Road.” Clyde puts his hands on my pecs, and lifts his ass, just to press back down.
“I can feel that,” I say and squeeze his shaft, which has been steadily leaking clear fluid. His eyes roll back, and he sits all the way down on my hips, skin red and shiny with musky sweat. “Go on, ride me. Make me feel good with your tight asshole,” I mutter and grab his hips, helping him rise.
His eyelids flutter, and I could come just from the glorious sounds he makes. Clyde doesn’t waste time, and now that I know he gets off on me taking pleasure in him, I’ll milk it to the very last drop. We are a perfect fucking match.
“Like this?” he whimpers, moving faster, slapping his ass down against my hips, legs spread over me. “I want your cum. You’re so hot when you make that face right before you finish. Like you’re desperate, and only I can get you off.”
Desperate? Me?
Okay, maybe I am, for him.
I give a frantic nod. “Because that’s how it is. You spoiled me for anyone else. I can only come in one of your holes, or on your skin.”
My brain’s scrambling from the delicious pressure. His muscles are so tense as he moves up and down, swallowing me whole each time, yet he remains focused on my face, even when his hair falls into his eyes from the vigorous fucking.
“Yeah? No more jerking off?” he teases, riding me faster. “You’ll come to me whenever you’re horny? I’ll blow you then and there. Anytime.” Clyde’s eyes are so intense, I don’t know whether to stare into them, or lower, down his pecs, and to that perfect dick he’s neglecting to pleasure me instead.
My shaft looks as rigid as it feels, and seeing it disappear in my man’s body over and over does something funny to my brain. It’s this ticklish sensation inside my head that is somehow connected to my cock, almost as if there was a fast lane between them, constantly stimulated by his tight body.
“Fuck no… I’ll never touch myself again if it means I can get you to service me instead,” I whisper and give his ass a gentle pat. He utters a soft moan and goes faster, filling the room with gasps and the slapping of our flesh. But he can’t keep that speed forever, and soon he’s trembling as his muscles, unused to this kind of movement, protest.
I can’t take it anymore. This is heaven, but I need to go higher, faster, until I hear those angel choirs.
I grab his hips and lift him so that I can do the work. Clyde gasps and presses his hands to my chest, but all I can focus on is drilling into his tight, inviting hole. His moans getting louder only spurs me on.
“Oh fuck! Like that. And yesss, I love sucking you, hearing you groan…”
But it’s him making much more noise now as I chase my satisfaction. I’d focus on him coming first, but he did say he wants to feel me come, give me pleasure, and I’ll take that at face value.
As delicious as he looks in this position, I need more leverage, more control, so I roll him off me, and before he’s able to question me, I’m over him, pushing his legs up, as if he were a turkey I’m about to stuff.
The sight of his crack sends a fiery trail down my back. His hole’s swollen from milking my dick, slick with lube and my juices, and winking as if it were inviting me back in. A part of me that’s so new and unfamiliar wants to French kiss that hole, but I can’t deny myself any longer and release some spit onto it.
Clyde shivers, and the gasp he makes turns into a low moan when I touch my cock to his opening, rubbing the spit in.
“I’m going to fill you with my babies.”
For a moment, he seems lost, but then I push my cockhead in and he lets out a helpless whine, pawing at my forearms. “Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t pull out until you pump me full of cum.”
“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” I say through my teeth, sinking into him until his ass has taken all of me. With his knees on my shoulders, I pull back. Each inch is simultaneously pleasure and agony, but when I snap my hips, thrusting back in, my man rewards me with a broken moan that’s reminiscent of a sob. He’s so damn beautiful like this, damp hair scattered in a halo around his face, face pink from exertion, eyes dark and unfocused yet seeking me. And that’s when I finally choke it out.