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’m half-lucid with lust when I push another slick finger in and stretch him open. My dick is throbbing with the need to have a go.
Sylvan nods, panting, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his tense stomach. “Yes. I will be yours to use. However you like. I could kneel and open my mouth so you can jerk off into it. It’s even fine if you miss. I just want to satisfy you.”
He is perfect.
I grin. “Oh, baby boy, I’m gonna give you the ride of your life.” He’s so compact I can easily reach his cheeks even in this position, and I make him suck my thumb as I rail his ass with my fingers. The moans and whimpers are music to my ears, and I’m getting lost in this strange room filled with the smell of fire and his arousal.
We’re kissing, grabbing at each other, and the gentle crackling in the fireplace provides the most otherworldly soundtrack to the insanity of what I’m doing. I never before considered things like marriage, but I want to take him as mine and claim him for good.
I love how pliant his muscles are around my digits, how they stretch when I curl my fingers and roll them at the mouth of Sylvan’s hole. My dick is stiffer than it ever was, and it’s muddling my mind as I take a whiff of his hot skin before pulling myself to my knees.
He blinks, once again touching his stiff cock, but this time I’m not making him stop. He’s been such a good boy.
“I’m going to fill you up now. Focus on it. Focus on how my cock feels inside you, on how much pleasure you’re giving me,” I tell him, playing on the sexual fantasies he’s revealed. I lick sweat off my lips as I spread him open and drizzle more lube over my cock, and then onto his exposed hole. It glistens as I once again rub the clear gel in. But I can’t wait anymore and grab my dick, aligning it with the tight ring that will suck me so lovingly.
I pull his ass higher, so I have easier access, and push in with a grunt as I hold on to his trembling thighs. I want to go easy on him, so it’s only my cockhead for now, but it takes all my restraint to not go in balls deep. Stars seem to flicker under my eyelids from the desire I feel right now, buried in his sweet ass.
Sylvan’s panting, moaning at my every move, his eyes rolling back, hair spread over the leather. I could come from just looking at him. A dream come-fucking-true.
The most gorgeous guy spread open with my dick and moaning, “more…”
His words, whispered with such soft abandon, go right to my head, like a vodka infusion drank straight from the bottle, and I shift my hips to push inside him that bit farther.
“You like that? You like being used by a big, strong man like me?” I ask.
He swallows and bites his lip, meeting my eyes. “I… I like to feel… overpowered,” he whispers the last part, but I hear him loud and clear, so my hand trails from over his face, and to his slender neck. It’s stained with specks of the smith’s blood. My lovely little monster.
I don’t squeeze, just let it sit there so he knows I could as I make a hard thrust that makes him cry out.
I come to a standstill, buried almost all the way in his heavenly body, but I don’t want this to be painful for him, so I wait, my toes curled and teeth clenched as I fight my instinct to fuck, to move my shaft in and out of the tight sleeve of his flesh until I’m spent and my balls run dry.
“I could do this at any time,” I whisper, grinning when my words make his dick twitch and release clear liquid onto his stomach when I fold him farther. “You’re so much smaller than me. So much weaker…”
His tense muscles ease a little around my cock, so I’m guessing that’s his arousal flooding his body. “Yours. All yours,” Sylvan moans, and even shifts his ass against me in a needy motion.
He wants me to move, to thrust into him.
I want to do that.
But the position with one of my knees on the floor, the other on this stupidly shallow sofa isn’t great for vigorous movement, and someone needs to be practical, because he’s already half-lucid, grabbing my forearm and stroking the hair on it.
I watch his face when I pull out and it’s filled with so much disappointment and confusion I almost let out a chuckle.
“I want you on hands and knees,” I murmur, and before he gets the chance to answer, I pull him off the sofa in one swift tug.