Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Danny gave me another one of his grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Danny
We started kissing the second we stepped into the apartment. I wasn’t sure what had changed with Jonathan tonight, but it was clear something had. There had been confidence in him before, which I’d seen growing over time, but it had now fully exploded. It was the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. This man did something for me, and no other could ever compare.
Jonathan kneaded my ass as we kissed and stumbled toward the bedroom. I loved fucking him, loved topping altogether, but tonight I was in the mood for something different. I pulled away to tell him, but before I could, Jonathan asked, “Can I have your ass tonight?”
“Stop reading my mind. I was gonna say the same thing.” As soon as the words left my mouth, we were kissing again.
We didn’t stop moving until our legs hit the bed. Jonathan pushed me onto it. I fell with a laugh before tugging my shoes off and him doing the same with his. He jerked his shirt over his head next. I went for my jeans, but he shook his head. “No. I wanna do it.”
“Mmm, okay. I like where this is going.” I situated myself on the bed, watching as Jonathan took off his clothes. He was long and hard, precome already at his tip when he crawled over to me like an animal stalking its prey.
His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned my jeans, lowered my zipper, then pulled them off. My cock ached already. I wanted him but bit my tongue, letting Jonathan run the show.
He took off my briefs next, and my erection bounced against my stomach. Jonathan straddled me, ran his large hands up my torso, taking my shirt with them as I lifted slightly so he could remove it.
Looking down at me, he sucked a breath through his teeth as if this was the first time he had seen me naked. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I still can’t believe you chose me.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I yanked him down, Jonathan going along with it easily, and then we were kissing again, rutting against each other, head to toe, skin against skin. He felt so good, so right.
I let my nails make trails up and down his back, making Jonathan groan into my mouth and thrust against me harder. He kissed his way down my throat, stopping only to lick my skin that I knew would taste like salt against his tongue.
“Christ, this feels so right,” he said, echoing my earlier thoughts. “This…you…”
“I know. Me too.”
Jonathan continued his journey down my body with his lips. When he got to my cock, he sucked it to the back of his throat, making me bow off the bed. “Fuck, so good.” I tangled my hand in his hair as he drove me wild with the hot, wet suction of his mouth. He used his hand on me too, stroking and sucking, making my world spin. When I felt his finger dip behind my balls, I spread my legs wider for him.
“Let’s get you some lube,” I said, reaching for the nightstand drawer. I got the bottle and a condom out and handed them over. Jonathan slicked his fingers. He was up on his knees, leaning over to kiss me while he reached down to circle my rim. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, and I couldn’t wait to feel Jonathan’s fat cock inside me.
He worked me open with one finger, then two, stretching and gliding them in and out of me. I writhed beneath him, bit his lip, and swallowed down the hungry growl he gave me in return.
I rode Jonathan’s hand, savored the stretch and the heat and the scent of him around me, on top of me. His hair fell forward and tickled my face. When I chuckled, he did it again, this time on purpose, before pushing inside me again and again.
“Fuck me,” I gritted out. “I want this inside me.” I wrapped a hand around his erection and stroked.
“God. Me too.” He sat up on his knees, ripped open the condom, and rolled it on, then lubed it up and held himself above me again. I held my legs back, Jonathan pushing at my hole.
The pressure started. “Yeah…hell yeah.” My voice was husky with need.
He pushed past the first ring of muscles, easing his way in. There was a slight burn, but nothing I hadn’t felt before.
“Christ, baby…you don’t even know. Jesus, I don’t think I’ll last long. You’re so tight.”
“I like that,” I told him. “When you call me baby.”
Something flashed in Jonathan’s eyes, as if he just realized what he said. His mouth crashed down on mine as he thrust into me. I cried out, and he swallowed it down, working his hips, fucking me.