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)
I taste his blood on my tongue, but then he settles his hands on my hips and pushes one knee between my thighs. It feels as though he’s splitting me open, and I moan when a delicious shiver runs up my legs, tugging at my cock.
He laughs, holding me against him, and buries his face in my hair. “I was so distracted thinking about you.”
“Oh yeah? Fucked up your chores with the goats, or whatever you have at that commune of yours?” I joke, sliding my hand over his nape and over the soft fuzz at the back of his head. I love how his short hair feels to the touch. It’s like a never-ending tickle with hundreds of tiny, delicate fingers.
“No. But you’ve lured me into breeding duty. That’s new,” he rasps, pressing his cheek to mine, then darting his tongue out to stab it at my ear.
I laugh out loud, shocked by what he’s just said. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna like this work detail.” And since his thigh is between my legs, I grind against it shamelessly. He always knows how to turn my dials up to a hundred, and my dick is already getting hard. I want him to feel that.
“I think so too,” he teases, sliding his warm fingers under my top. “I’ve got a feeling I’ll be very... dedicated to it.”
“What other job is there for a bull?” I whisper and rub my cheek against his. I love the way he touches me. Like he can’t get enough. He worships me with his hands. And with his lips.
When they descend the side of my neck, warm and eager to mark me with kisses, I melt between my man and the wall, resting almost too much weight on that knee insistently rubbing my balls. But then Road’s pulling me deeper into the room. It’s too dark for me to see anything beyond the pale lines around the door and the covered window, but I trust Road to find his way. It’s exhilarating that he wants to take the reins, that I don’t have to always remain on guard and ready for confrontation.
I like to make my own choices in life, but when we’re alone like this, it turns me on that he’s such a guy. That he tells me what he wants and isn’t afraid to grab me either.
When he pushes me, I know the bed must be behind me, or he wouldn’t have done that, so I trust him. And just as expected, I fall onto soft bedding. It’s only now dawning on me what I’ve put on the table tonight, but it’s a good feeling. My insides buzz with excitement when I think about his dick, and the arousal I can’t wait to see all over his handsome face.
“You smell good. New cologne?” I ask, lifting myself to my elbows as I strain my eyes to see him in the darkness. His scent is different, smooth, with a hint of citrus, and I like knowing that he made that effort for me.
My eyes have now gotten a bit more used to the dark, and I see his widen. “Yes… yes, actually. It’s a sample, but I might just need an entire bottle.”
He nips my chin, and the wall lamp attached above the bedside table comes on, revealing tacky wallpaper, and even tackier bedding. But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here for a five-star hotel experience. I’m here for Road.
He grins and places both his hands on my knees, spreading them wide.
I gasp and my heart beats faster. I’m not sure about the exact logistics of how we’ll do things tonight, but I’m happy to follow his lead. I’ve spent too much of my life dissecting why I like what I like. I don’t want to overthink it anymore, or worry if I come off as weak.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He must see that all over my face, but everyone loves a bit of encouragement, and I’m happy to tell him what turns me on.
The roguish smile I get in return makes my insides vibrate, and I curl my toes when he presses the sides of his feet to mine, towering over me as he pulls off his top. Fuck, he’s handsome. Not in the way models are—his attractiveness is rough around the edges, tainted with a bit of rust and damage that prove how much he’s been through—but I can’t imagine being with anyone hotter. Everything about him, from the many scars to the near-bald head and tattoos oozes masculinity, and while his looks communicate that he’s dangerous, I can’t be afraid of him any longer.
“You just relax. I’ll take care of you, Clyde,” he tells me, dropping his top to the floor, and I sink deeper into the mattress, unable to stop watching him.