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)
Roman flipped Wyatt over, putting him on his knees with his ass open and ready. Roman rubbed each globe, slapping one without warning and giving Wyatt that sharp sting of pleasure that made his dick throb. Wyatt pushed his ass back, body begging for more. He moaned as Roman slipped a lubed finger inside him, sliding in with ease, rubbing Wyatt’s inner walls and sending stars shooting across his vision. His entire body relaxed, allowing another finger to slide in, both of them pushing down on his prostate.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” he said, grabbing onto the sheets and dropping his head onto a pillow. Roman removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his rock-hard cock, pushing it up against Wyatt’s channel.
One thrust of his hips and he was buried down to the hilt. Wyatt gave a shout of pure pleasure, the sound transforming into something of a guttural groan toward the end. Roman stayed there, arms encasing Wyatt and cock stretching him open, filling him just how he had wanted. He rolled his hips back, slow, and then ground them forward again.
And again, and again. Each time, he somehow managed to hit a new spot inside of Wyatt, drawing out more grunts and shouts. Wyatt’s legs started to shake. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, his body feeling as if he’d been filled with fireworks and their fuses were lit, sparkling and ready to blow.
“Yeah, arch that back for me, baby. Give me that ass. That’s it. Take it. Fuck, Wyatt, I’m already close.”
“So am I.” Wyatt looked back, up into Roman’s lust-filled gaze, a cherry-red flush climbing up his chest and neck. “Give it to me, please, Roman.”
Roman’s fingers dug deeper into Wyatt’s hips, his thrusts becoming erratic as he dropped his head back and roared like a tiger had been caged inside his chest. Wyatt could feel Roman emptying himself inside of him.
It was all Wyatt needed, his dick shooting ropes of come onto the bed as his entire body convulsed with each new wave of indescribable pleasure. Unmatched. Otherworldly. It was all-encompassing, the bliss washing through every single inch of him, sinking down into his bones.
Roman pulled out. “Fuck,” he said, still sounding hungry and giving Wyatt’s ass a slap. “Seeing me leak out of you is making me want to go again.”
Wyatt rolled over, his cock still hard, come dripping down his thigh. He smiled at Roman, giving his thick and glistening sensitive cock a stroke. Roman twitched back, fire still bright in his eyes.
“I definitely wouldn’t complain, but…” Wyatt glanced at the clock on the dresser. “We’ve got a wedding to get to in half an hour.”
Roman Ashford
Roman and Wyatt jumped in the shower, washing themselves up in five minutes and hopping right back out. They were already pushing it in terms of time. The ceremony was set to start in a couple of hours, with a picnic to follow. The dress code for the wedding was casual with a little bit of flair. Roman put on a freshly ironed pair of khaki shorts and a designer polo shirt, tiny pink flowers printed all across the inky-black fabric. He finished it off with his golden Rolex, the bright blue face catching the sunlight and making it seem like the ocean itself had been captured and contained inside the watch.
Wyatt looked just as handsome, coming out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black shorts and a button-up shirt that was a minty green with thick white stripes running down the length. His hair was gelled, his contacts were in, and a pearly white smile topped it all off.
It took everything in Roman not to tear off their clothes and go back in for round three. He’d become addicted to the way Wyatt’s body felt on his, to how perfect of a fit they were. The sex never failed to be explosive, even if it was just a handy on a hiking trail or a blowjob in the shower or just jerking off together and supporting their favorite OnlyFans stars. It didn’t matter—sex with Wyatt would always blow Roman’s mind.
Among other things.
“Ready?” Roman asked, reaching for his partner’s hand.
“Let’s go,” Wyatt said, fingers locking together. Roman got a whiff of Wyatt’s cologne and nearly threw him on the bed and went in for seconds.
They exited their cottage and walked out onto an evergreen pasture, a gentle hill slopping off in the distance. The sheep that were grazing near their window had moved further up the hill, their puffy white fleece making it seem like the clouds had dropped from the sky and grown legs. A couple of other cottages surrounded them, with their ivy facades and light gray bricks, making it all feel like a fairy tale.
Roman never wanted to leave, and considering how they all had enough cash to buy a large chunk of land here, he started considering the possibility of not leaving.