Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
His eyes snapped back onto Wyatt’s as his lips took on the shape of an O, matching Wyatt’s. The stretch was delicious. It wasn’t painful, it didn’t burn; it was only pleasure, all-consuming and otherworldly.
All while Roman was still tied to the bed. “Fuck, baby.” Roman’s hands pushed against the ropes as Wyatt slowly lowered himself. “I just want to grab you and fuck your brains out.”
“Too bad you can’t,” Wyatt teased, lowering himself halfway onto Roman’s cock before lifting back up. He wanted to get edged, so Wyatt would do exactly that.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Roman purred as Wyatt lowered himself back down inch by thick, pulsating inch. He could feel Roman pushing up against his inner walls, his hole clenching around the massive girth.
“Yeah? You like that?”
Roman could only nod, his hands trying to get at Wyatt, trying to steer him harder, but the restraints held him back. Wyatt was in complete control.
And he loved it.
He milked Roman without using any hands, up and down, side to side. Taking him all the way in, down to the balls, before rising up just before he popped out. Keeping him in, riding him harder, holding still and leaning down to suck on Roman’s neck. Wyatt had to stop a few times, having to completely take Roman out of him before they both blew their loads.
“God, Salt, I don’t know how much longer I can last. My balls are so fucking full.”
Roman’s words triggered some primal caveman instinct inside of him. He wanted to drain Roman, and he wanted to do it while he was balls-deep inside of his ass.
“Do it,” Wyatt said. “Give it all to me.”
Wyatt pushed his ass back, taking Roman inside, both of them moaning loud enough for the entire city of Miami to hear. Hell, even the dolphins probably stopped to ask, “What the hell was that?” before they went off swimming and living their happy little dolphin lives.
Roman bit his lip, the pink flesh turning pale around his teeth. Wyatt dropped his head back and began to stroke himself as Roman filled him with his entire size. It was ecstasy. Blissful heaven. Wyatt never wanted it to end.
Which sucked considering his end came slamming into him. His eyes shut, and he managed to squeeze out the words “I’m coming” before he shot ropes of come across Roman’s chest. Every wave made his hole tighten around Roman, his own climax slamming into him with an equal amount of force. His words were unintelligible as he roared like a lion, his body shaking under Wyatt as he filled him up, giving Wyatt exactly what he asked for.
“Holy fuck,” Wyatt said, breathless as he lifted up and let Roman slide out of him, come dripping down his thigh.
“I think I blacked out for a second.”
“Same,” Wyatt said. Both of their bodies were flushed red, Roman’s chest looking like a glazed donut. “Did I do a good job of edging you?” Wyatt asked with a devilish tone still playing in his voice.
“I think you felt how good of a job you did.”
“I’m still feeling it, actually,” Wyatt said, a hand on his ass, a smile on his face. “Here, let me untie these.”
Wyatt got to work undoing the knots around his wrists and ankles. The two men were both equally spent. If someone told Wyatt that he had passed out and underwent an experimental surgery to have all his muscles and bones replaced with rubber and Jell-O, he would have to believe them. He wasn’t sure if he could even walk in a straight line but somehow managed to do so, going with Roman to the bathroom, where they cleaned themselves up, both looking like blissed-out zombies. The smiles were permanent, their dicks still dripping with leftover come. Wyatt pulled Roman in for a hug, kissing his neck as they stood under the white lights of Roman’s bathroom.
“Come,” Roman said. “Let’s have some champagne out on the balcony.”
Wyatt liked that idea. He went with Roman into the kitchen, slapping his butt on the way there. Roman went to the wine fridge and grabbed an expensive-looking bottle, taking off the gold foil and tilting the bottle up to the ceiling. He pressed his thumb against the cork and pushed, a pop and fizz following as the cork flew through the air.
With two full champagne flutes each, they went out onto the balcony. They were so high up and facing away from any buildings that neither of them cared to put clothes on. Roman sat on the long and comfortable couch that curved around the separating wall that divided them from the other condo, facing out toward the pitch-black ocean.
Wyatt sipped his wine, soaking it all in. He had his feet up, one thrown over Roman’s leg. Roman had a relaxed arm across the back of the couch, Wyatt fitting perfectly underneath it. “This reminds me of that time we snuck out to the beach when we were really supposed to be in school.”