Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He sucked in his breath as I pushed forward. His ass gripped my cock so hard it almost hurt. I persisted, pressing deeper, opening his tight passage.
“Fuck. I…” His whimper made me want to plunge all the way in. “This is…”
“You can take it.”
He nodded vigorously. “Yeah. Want to. Need this.”
He was perfection. I wanted to make him come harder than he ever had.
Once he relaxed a little, I fucked him with deep, punishing strokes. He arched his back and begged for more. He was so loud I wondered if we were entertaining the whole parking lot.
I didn’t turn around to find out, though. It didn’t matter. All I cared about was giving him pleasure. I wanted that more than I wanted pleasure for myself. I’d never been the kind of asshole who didn’t care if it was good for the guy I was with, but usually, I was more focused on myself. I knew my partner and I were both in it to get off. As long as that’s what happened, I was satisfied.
With Jacob, everything felt different. I wanted to take control, not because I needed to dominate him but because I wanted to protect him, to take care of him, to make him whine and whimper and beg just like he was doing. He was so beautiful trapped under me, writhing because I was giving him what he needed.
I leaned over him and ran my lips along the outer edge of his ear before whispering, “You feel so fucking good.”
He shuddered and drove his hips back against me.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
He nodded frantically.
I wrapped a hand around his throat. “You’re so needy you can’t even speak. I bet you can hardly breathe.”
He whimpered and worked his hips faster. When he tried to reach under himself to grab his dick, I tightened my hand, making him gasp and sputter. “Not yet.”
I pressed my thumb against his jaw, encouraging him to turn and look at me. His eyes were wide, and I saw a touch of fear there.
“I won’t hurt you.” I said the words against his ear. “But I’m going to have more of you before you come.”
“Fuck.” The word was a tiny whisper.
He licked his lips, and it was all I could take. I slid my hand up to hold his head in place and kissed him as I drove myself as deep as I could, over and over.
Finally, I released him. He let his head drop down again as I took hold of his hips and fucked him without mercy. I needed him surrounding me. I wanted to take and take. I wanted to devour him. I wanted him to be mine.
That wasn’t an option. Just a fantasy. This was fun, right? That’s all it could be.
I was lying to myself. Something about Jacob had grabbed hold of me, and I wasn’t sure I could free myself from its grip.
“Please,” he begged. “I think… I think I can come like this… without… touching myself.”
I growled and slammed into him. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“I… Never… But with you…”
Jesus, Jacob was everything. I tilted his hips trying to position him so my cock would drag over his prostate.
When he cried out and braced himself against the door of the truck, I knew I’d hit my mark.
I tightened my grip on his hips and dragged him back so he wouldn’t hit his head. Once I knew I could keep him stationary, I let myself go. He gasped and writhed. His ass squeezed my cock as he cried out. “Fuck… This is… Oh my God.”
I reached under him and grasped his cock as he pumped out his release. I needed to feel those pulses and the sticky fluid. I didn’t even care that he was making a mess of my back seat. Nothing mattered except knowing he’d come for me and was still working his hips, trying to push back for more, and I had more to give him.
Jacob rested his head on his folded arms, whimpering as I fucked him even harder than I had before. I was so close. Part of me wanted to make this last forever, to see if I could make him come again, but my need for release was too strong to resist. I thrust into him one last time and groaned as my orgasm nearly made me black out.
When I was utterly drained, I fought the urge to let my full weight rest on Jacob.
Normally after sex, I’d pull out, clean up to the extent I could, and tell my hookup goodbye. With Jacob, I wanted to linger. Why? What the hell was there to say? I didn’t even know what I was doing next, where I was going. I sure as hell wasn’t staying there in Houston.
You know you’re going to take the job X offered you.