Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
I came in cocky and ready to jump right into bed, but I stall at the picture he makes.
Pretty as a fairy tale prince, he’s sitting on the bed. The moon looms high in the sky outside and shines through the fabric of… is that a ladies' nightgown? Despite being black, the garment is so thin I can see the outline of his body under it, and I wonder if he’s still hard behind that raised thigh, or if he was naughty and jerked off.
“Is that… like… a nightdress?” I ask, careful not to ruin the mood, because if he wants to play the princess next, I can go with that too. All I care about is that he’s beautiful, willing, and seems as amazed by me as I am with him.
Sylvan pulls on the frill at his wrist. “It’s a nightshirt. For sleeping. I was able to bring it with me from the Nightmare Realm. It’s made of frailweave. Is this unusual for you?”
Aah! That’s right, men in the olden days wore those really long shirts to bed. I’ve seen it in a couple of movies my ex made me watch with him. Sylvan is more committed to his role than I thought. Is that even his real name, or did he choose it because being called an ordinary one, like Greg or Owen, would have ruined the fantasy for him?
I smirk and meet his gaze as I drop the towel to the floor. “I’m a simple man, princeling. I like sleeping naked.”
I love the way his eyes zero in on my dick. He might speak fancy and be all demure and shit, but deep down, he’s a greedy, filthy boy who invited a man off the street to his bedroom. I see him.
“Oh. And… you do not get cold?” he asks as if we’re not about to get down to business. The flush is back on his white cheeks and I want to lick it.
I’m not always into the innocent act, but his take on it is so unpretentious and real.
“Not if I have a pretty thing such as yourself to keep my cock warm,” I say, placing my knee on the edge of the bed and taking the lamp out of his hands. I can already imagine a whole lifetime of sleeping with my dick between his—
No.
This is a short-term thing. Maybe even a one-and-done. I’m on the run from prison and can’t be losing my head over a pair of pretty blue eyes.
His breath hitches, but he places his elegant hand on my thigh, seeming amazed by the hair there.
“I can see your point. I’ve not had the pleasure of sharing my bed before.”
I used to be like that too, always looking for a fresh ass, never wanting to get tied down, and rushing out of someone’s bedroom right after sex. With a face like his, and enough recklessness to invite a guy like me over, I bet this bed is a high traffic area.
I place the lamp on the nightstand and grab Sylvan’s ankles, yanking at them to bring his ass to the edge of the bed. If this prince wanted to be treated gently, he wouldn’t have picked a tattooed brute.
His gasp makes my dick hard in an instant, and the motion forces his shirt to ride up all the way up his thighs. Maybe I do prefer it to pajamas. Easy access.
“Can we… kiss again?” he asks sweetly, reminding me of how he complimented me about being a good kisser. It makes pride swell in my chest like I’m a dog getting a treat.
I grin, leaning over him, my hips between his open thighs. “You want these lips? Take them, baby,” I tease, focused on his flushed complexion. It’s like cream with a bit of strawberry jam mixed in for color, and I wish to have a meal like him every day of my life.
No looking out for guards, no stench of unwashed bodies, and no weird prison politics mixed up in who you fuck.
Just a pair of sweet eager lips, a guy who smells like a meadow at midnight, and his pure, unadulterated adoration for my dick.
Sylvan wraps his arms around my neck before delving in for a kiss. The fabric of his shirt is soft as clouds, and I can’t wait to be inside him, because I know it will feel just as heavenly. He might be initiating the kiss but remains a bit shy about it, leaving room for my tongue to play with him. He tastes of mint and some other herb, and I enjoy every second I get to explore his warm, wet mouth. Maybe I should fuck it first? Drive my dick deep between Sylvan’s pink lips? Just imagining them spread around my cock makes me rock-hard.
I hum, crawling on top of him. He’s now locked in the cage of my body, and as his limbs curl around me, pliant and needy, I grab my dick and rub it up and down the seam between Sylvan’s buttocks. He gasps into my mouth, and I respond by nipping his tongue, ready to rock his world.