Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Brian.” He uttered my name, and I heard the catch and the hunger.
“No.” I shivered hard, not caring that he was a blur as hot tears filled my eyes. “I’ve spent so long holding words in, being quiet, not telling you what I wanted and felt and had to have. No more!”
I heaved out a breath, and he let me go, hand gone from my dick, fingers sliding free of my fluttering hole.
“No!”
“Yes,” he yelled and covered me with his long hard body, mouth slanting down over mine, claiming me before I flew apart.
He ravaged my mouth and I writhed under him, legs around the backs of his thighs even as I felt his hand moving between us, capturing his own dick, guiding it to me.
“Please,” I panted against his throat. “Forgive me for being a coward.”
“Forgive me for being blind,” he murmured, lips moving on my skin.
“You’re right; we’re never supposed to be apart.”
“No, we’re not,” he decreed, and I felt the press of the enormous flared head slide between my ass cheeks. “Never again.”
“Varro!”
“I can’t— Brian!”
He couldn’t wait. He had to have me.
“Yours,” I promised.
He lifted off me and thrust forward, all his weight behind the hammering movement.
I roared his name.
“Yes?” he gasped.
“Yes!”
And that was all.
He knew me. I knew him. No more words needed.
My hands scrambled over smooth, sweaty skin as he bent me in half, tops of my thighs to my chest now before he pounded down into me, then leaned back, in and out, over and over, the motion powerful, each thrust deeper than the last, until he was buried to his balls in my ass.
“Can you feel me?”
I could probably taste him.
“You’re so tight and hot,” he rasped.
The feel of him, pushing, stretching, filling me, overwhelmed me. “Varro,” I cried.
“Jesus, why didn’t you tell me?” he ground out.
“We should have been doing this for years,” I half yelled, the sizzling in the base of my spine starting to lick its way higher, setting fire to nerve endings, tightening my balls, and causing my muscles to clench around the long, hard, thick length of him.
He pulled out, and I would have screamed, but he moved me too fast, grabbed me, flipped me over onto my stomach, and shoved me facedown into the bed, ass in the air.
“Say you want me, Brian.”
“Oh yes.” I surrendered as he breached me and slid home.
One hand held my thigh tight in a bruising grasp, and the other was pressed, palm open, to the small of my back, holding me as he thrust.
When he suddenly stilled, pressed his chest to my back, wrapped a strong, lube-slicked hand around my cock and squeezed tight, I moaned out his name.
“Show me,” he ordered, face pressed into the back of my neck.
The angle, the push, the stretch, his skin plastered to mine was all there was. I came, spurting onto the comforter beneath me, with his name, the chanting of it, sounding like a prayer.
“Brian,” he barked gruffly.
My muscles tightened around him like a vise, clamping down, and he came deep inside of me. His climax made him clutch at me, his arms curling underneath mine, almost like we were wrestling and he was holding me down.
We didn’t move. There was only him emptying, me being filled, and him holding me as aftershocks rippled through us.
When he finally eased slowly from my stretched and slippery channel, I felt the warm trickling of fluid down the insides of my thighs.
“Don’t move,” he said tenderly, pushing my sweat-dampened hair back from my face and kissing my forehead before he bolted into the bathroom.
I stayed where I was, and he came back to drop a hand towel over the mess I’d made on the bed and then used a warm washcloth to wipe me down. He had never, ever, been so gentle with me.
“I’m not gonna break,” I said shyly, unable to look at him.
“I know,” he said hoarsely before he was gone again.
I straightened up, feeling the twinge in my ass from the pounding I had just taken, loving the fact Varro had done it, used me, taken pleasure from me. The act could never be undone, never forgotten, even if he walked back into the room and announced it was all a big mistake.
He had been mine. It was all the truth I would ever need.
I was pushing the comforter down to the end of the bed when I heard him behind me. There was not even enough time to turn before I was on my back under him.
“What’re you— Oh,” I uttered as I took in the gleaming-eyed man above me. “Hi.”
“You just gave yourself to me like no one ever has.”
“Because I trust you,” I murmured as he flopped down close by.
Strong arms wrapped around me, and he draped a thigh over my hip so I was enfolded, pressed tight to his heart.