Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
And damn, do I want that too.
Tripp pulls my ass cheeks apart, and there’s a brief moment of, Holy shit. He’s looking at my asshole, before I feel the first flick of his tongue against my rim. I’m not sure what to think, but then he does it again and again, making pleasure receptors I didn’t know I had begin to come alive.
“Please,” I beg, though I don’t know what I’m begging for. All I know is, I like his tongue on me, like the way it lashes against me, draws circles around me, makes my whole body feel jittery in the most delicious way.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Tripp says before burying his face into my crease, his movements quicker, hungrier. It takes me a moment to realize I’m moving my ass backward, trying to get more of him, feel him, wondering what it would be like if he pushed his tongue inside me.
“You like that?” he asks, his tongue traveling down my taint.
“Yes. Fuck yes. So much. I…”
“You want more?” He circles my rim with the tip of his finger.
“Yes,” I answer again, and then his tongue is pushing at me, working its way inside. It’s not even his finger or cock yet, but the feel of being penetrated by Tripp, knowing it’s his tongue inside me, that he’s tasting me, eating my ass…Christ, I fucking love it.
I look over my shoulder and see him suck his finger into his mouth. He grins at me, then slips it between my cheeks. My body automatically tenses, even though this is what I want, but when Tripp starts kissing me again, rubbing his cheek against the curve of my butt, I relax again.
He pushes at me, and there’s a strange feeling at first. Not discomfort, exactly, but…I’m not sure how I feel about it. He pulls out some, then pushes forward again, still brushing his lips against me. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t believe you’re giving me this, can’t believe I get to see you this way. You’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
His words help unleash something inside me. Make me push back against him again, wanting more.
“Tripp.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
His finger moves, rubs a spot within me, and I almost jolt off the bed as the most intense feeling of satisfaction electrifies me. “Fuck!”
I feel his smile against my ass. “That’s your prostate. It’s fucking amazing.”
“Do it again,” I ask, and he does, rubbing that spot each time he slides his finger in. My legs shake, my cock throbbing as I begin gyrating my hips against the mattress for friction. “That’s…Christ, Tripp. I never knew.”
“I’m glad it’s me who gets to show you.”
He grabs the bottle of lube, and a moment later I feel cool liquid pool in my crease. Tripp keeps fucking into me with his digit, each time making sure to pay attention to my prostate and nearly shooting me to the moon.
“Can I give you another finger?”
“Now. Yes. Jesus, Tripp. I love this.” Love him touching me, love him inside me, love knowing he’s opening me up for his cock.
“Fuck.” His teeth nip at my ass, and then I feel him pushing two fingers inside, kissing me and touching me while he’s fucking me. Tripp is fucking me. It might not be with his dick yet, but it’s still what he’s doing. I’ve done this to him numerous times by now, but somehow it feels like it alters my brain knowing Tripp is doing it to me.
I fuck my cock against the bed and my ass against his fingers, while Tripp tells me, “You’re so fucking sexy like this. I can’t believe how well you’re taking my fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my dick inside you, showing you how much you’re mine.”
“Yours.” I want to tell him that every day, all the time, want to remind myself that I belong to Tripp and he belongs to me. That he loves me the way I am, chooses me, doesn’t want to mold me or change me into anything else.
“Fuck me,” I find myself saying. “Fuck me, Tripp. I need to feel you. Need to come.”
“Christ, yes. Me too.” He pushes up onto his knees, my ass feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out of me.
I roll to my back. Tripp reaches for the condom, and my hand shoots out, stopping him. “Do we need that? You know I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”
“Me too.”
“I want to feel all of you inside me.” I don’t allow myself to be embarrassed by my need. There’s no room for that between us, not anymore, not ever.
He answers by slamming his mouth down on mine in a possessive kiss. My arms wrap around him, and Tripp moves so he’s leaning over me. “I love you. I can’t wait to fill you up, to know that my cum is inside you,” he says against my mouth.