Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Look at you,” I said, my voice ragged. “Taking all of my cock.”
I ran an open palm down his spine, marveling at the sight of it.
He tightened around me, giving my cock a quick squeeze. It sent a wave of pleasure through every cell of my body, and I had to tamper a quick urge to fuck him hard all at once.
When he turned to look at me again he looked deeply satisfied. There was a thin sheen of sweat on him now, and his eyes were half-lidded, their pretty blue not looking quite as innocent, now.
“I think you can take more,” I said softly. “I can really fuck you, if you’re ready.”
Something smoldered in his eyes. “Want to find out?”
13
MASON
As Jesse brought his cock out a few inches and then pushed it back inside me, I was pretty sure I was going to do the unthinkable and ask him to stop.
I was staring up at the dark wood headboard of his bed as he started to thrust into me, praying to the gods above that I could take more. I gripped the sheets beneath me, moving with the pain of his sheer size starting to work me open.
How are you so—fucking—big—
Every part of me resisted telling him to slow down. I didn’t want him to stop, not even for a single second. But his cock was fat and long, and no matter how blindingly good it felt shoved up against my prostate, it also stretched me open in a way that I needed to get used to.
But as soon as the idea of stopping him passed through my mind—and I almost begged him to slow down—the unrelenting discomfort just evaporated.
It melted away, gone in an instant.
And all at once, the feeling of tight pain gave way to a deep, soul-level feeling of fullness. The kind I’d been lacking for God knows how long. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure anybody had made me feel like this before.
Jesse was born to play hockey, born to be great in school, born to be an achiever…
But apparently, he was also born to fuck.
He gripped my hips like they were an extension of his own body, angling them in just the right way so that he could sink deep inside me. His cock hit my prostate with slow thrusts. I could feel the pressure of his thighs against the back of my legs.
“Mother of God, Jesse—” I said, the last word coming out in a breathy whisper.
“You feel so good,” he said, his voice guttural and deep, hotter than I’d ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just don’t fucking stop,” I told him.
I could feel the subtle changes in his movement as he slowed down or sped up, aware of how much I could take. I was only human, and I’d always liked getting fucked. But the simple knowledge that it was him changed everything. He knew how to be in command, but also how to take care of me.
He fucked like he was attuned to every little breath and gasp I took.
He knew how to pay attention.
I felt his palm slide up the back of my leg, reaching the top of my ass and then spreading me open a little further.
The heat of his body came down over my back, and I realized he was leaning over to get as close to my ear as he could. His thrusts slowed for a moment as he stayed fully pushed into me, whispering near my ear.
“You come when I say you can,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on my shoulder as he leaned back again.
I groaned, my neglected cock throbbing at his words and his closeness.
As he moved, his hand slid around to the front of me, wrapping around my cock like he’d known how needy it was. He squeezed tight, giving me a hint of relief.
“Fuck, Jesse.” My voice wasn’t much more than a breathless whimper.
He’d forbidden it, and of course it only made me feel that much closer to coming already.
“You heard me,” he murmured in a low, gentle voice, like he was a guide and my sole duty was to listen.
“Not going to come ‘til you tell me.”
“Good boy.” His words came out in a deep growl as he gripped my cock harder and thrust into me again, stroking me inside and out. I made fists on the sheets under me, tightening around it as my whole body tensed.
“Holy fuck,” I said, my voice barely audible. Every time he pushed into me he was hitting a spot inside me I didn’t even know existed.
I was his plaything.
I’d never even known I wanted to be someone’s plaything.
Maybe I didn’t, unless that person was Jesse.
He fucked me like he wanted me to come, and I knew I wasn’t allowed. Every pump of his cock pushed me closer to the edge, and the feeling of his palm on my shaft definitely would have been enough on its own.