Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Labels didn’t matter when he rested on the heavy table with his legs spread for Zolt.
“And you like that?” he rasped, remembering the few times he’d had anal with women. It had felt good thanks to the tightness but also due to the illicit nature of what they were doing. There was also an element of satisfaction in his partner yielding to do such a thing with him, and he wondered whether Zolt got off on that too
Zolt was already rubbing his hole with a second finger, but Leo tried to focus on the heat of Zolt’s breath on his skin. He looked back, meeting the blue coals burning for him.
Zolt smirked. “I can’t wait to be so deep inside you my balls spank you every time I go in.”
Leo thought he was long past shivering in response to a partner, but there he was, trembling like a kitten in the rain of Zolt’s words. Like this was his first time having sex altogether.
Then again, being with Zolt was incomparable to anything. Sure, Leo had been a bit nervous with his first partner, but mostly excited. He never had to feel intimidated or worry, because the girl had been so much smaller, passive, and shy.
Under this bull of a man, even a guy Leo’s size felt danger at the tip of his tongue. He rubbed his foot back and forth over the floor, moaning when Zolt drilled in a second finger next to the first. Leo’s hole was throbbing fire, his balls heavy with lust, and cock stiff as a freaking gear stick.
“You smell so good,” Leo whispered, sniffing Zolt’s beard. The oil Zolt used for it had a scent that now seemed to Leo a uniquely Zolt concoction. Pine and wood combined with Zolt’s peppery cologne, and Leo would recognize it with his eyes closed, even now, with a few drops of blood added for spice.
Zolt rubbed his face against any flesh he could reach, and as the fingers moved, twisting in Leo’s tight channel until his skin got so sweaty it no longer clung to the wooden table, he imagined that Zolt was marking him with his own scent, so that everyone Leo met knew he belonged to someone else, even if only for a while.
“I bet you’re sorry you waited this long. If I had the chance, I’d have pinned you down on the day we met,” Zolt whispered into his ear, insistently grabbing, rubbing, and petting as he prepared Leo for his dick.
Leo’s body wasn’t even putting up a fight anymore, allowing Zolt’s fingers in and out at an increasing pace. He imagined coming over to Zolt’s pawn shop three years ago. If his club had left and he’d stayed behind, Zolt could have pulled on the fresh threads of curiosity, invited Leo to the back and had him on the leather sofa.
“I… I don’t know yet, but I want you,” Leo said breathlessly, loving Zolt’s intensity, his weight on top, and the persistent, hungry way in which he touched Leo.
Nothing he’d ever felt could quite compare to the penetration. It was so raw, intrusive yet intimate, and the way Leo’s insides reacted, yielding gradually to the intense sensation of stretching, was a source of endless surprise. He gasped when Zolt got to three fingers, his other hand still on Leo’s back, still reining him in and demanding his submission. But something was changing in the way it all felt as Zolt went deeper. Somewhere between pleasure and pain, a jolt of electricity buzzed in Leo’s channel when Zolt nudged a nub inside. While gentle, the rubbing brought Leo to the verge of discomfort.
“Yeah? You want my cock deep inside you? You want me to be the first to fuck your ass?” Zolt asked, twisting his fingers against the tender spot so abruptly Leo’s knees buckled, and he had to hold on to the table to avoid rolling off.
“Yes, no one else,” he uttered, helpless at the onslaught of what felt like the physical manifestation of emotion. He wished to grab Zolt’s fingers but ended up pawing at the table since Zolt held his nape with one hand and fucked him with the other.
His eyes lost focus as Zolt teased the spot inside until it was no longer painful. That had to be the mythical prostate, because Leo couldn’t imagine anything else making him feel this good. His senses went into overdrive, and he already imagined Zolt’s dick pressing that spot from the inside again and again. Leo’s whole groin area was one big fire of arousal, only fueled by Zolt’s words and scent.
The fingers were gone without warning, and he looked back, shocked by the sudden emptiness inside him, but when he saw Zolt, tall and majestic as he pulled the condom on his thick cock, words of protest were stuck in his throat.