Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I croaked.
“Just breathe, baby,” Cam urged as he dropped soft kisses along the corners of my mouth. “Try to relax.”
I did as he said and focused all my thoughts on that instead of the intrusion into my body. As soon as I did, Cam’s finger slid deeper inside of me. This time it didn’t hurt so much as burned. I took several deep breaths as I processed what I was feeling.
“Look at me, Ford,” Cam said. I did as he said and felt my heart slam against my chest as I took in how utterly beautiful he looked. I’d just assumed he’d be unaffected by this part, but his eyes said otherwise. I saw concern and desire and awe and… and something else that I was afraid to consider. “So perfect,” Cam breathed. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed me again and this time when his finger shifted inside of me, the burn felt good.
Weird, but oh so good.
“Need you, Cam,” I said. “Please.”
Cam pulled his finger back just a little, then eased it forward. It stung, but something else flared to life inside of me. My cock began to fill as the pressure in my balls grew. I hadn’t really expected to be able to come again so soon after Cam had gotten me off, but it was there just below the surface of my skin. The more Cam gently fucked me with his finger, the more the ache inside of me grew.
I started repeating his name on a loop as I arched up into his body and tried to shove my ass down on his finger to get more of the delicious friction he was creating. When he pulled his finger out, I started to protest, but then I was suddenly being stretched wider.
But not by his dick.
“Oh, Jesus,” I groaned and pressed my head against his chest. I had a hold of one of his arms. One finger had been heaven, but two of Cam’s fingers stretching me was indescribable. There was pain and burning and friction and heat and I just felt completely out of control. My entire being was in Cam’s hands. If he’d asked me to shout from the rooftop that I was gay and I needed his dick inside me more than I needed my next breath, I happily would have done it. I felt tears sting the backs of my eyes.
“Ford?”
I shook my head. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”
“Perfect. Alive. Free… so fucking free,” I breathed. Which made no sense because I wasn’t free. This man was now the center of my universe. “Yours,” I choked out. “I’m yours.”
I felt him kissing the tears away. “Yes, you are,” Cam practically growled. His fingers eased from my body and I heard foil tearing. I nearly sobbed at how long it was taking. I was empty.
Too empty… again.
“Cam,” I pleaded.
“I’m here, baby,” Cam said, then he was shifting over me. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
I hadn’t even realized they were closed. I slid them open and saw Cam watching me with that same thing again. That same, undefinable emotion that I was both afraid of and needed more than anything.
Cam kept his eyes on mine as he reached between our bodies. I let out a choked sob when he began to push inside of me. But it was a happy sob. It was a “this is who I am” sob.
Cam kissed my forehead as he kept up the pressure and eased his cock into me. We were both sweating and shaking. There was no pain this time. Just pressure and heat and that incredible burn.
Cam took his time working himself deep inside of me and when he bottomed out, I dragged him down for a kiss. “Fuck me, Cam,” I begged. “I need you.” He nodded his head frantically and I realized whatever was happening to me was happening to him too.
He began moving slowly at first, dragging in and out of me with long, sure glides. But as the friction grew, his moves became more frantic and desperate. He’d been keeping most of his upper body weight off of me when he’d started, but as he began slinging into me, he shifted so his arms were cradling me on the bed. I clung to him as I dug my nails into his back. My body’s instincts took over and I soon had my legs wrapped around his lower back. The new angle had him going deeper and he cursed in my ear and started slamming into me. I thought I heard a whispered apology, but I wasn’t sure. He wasn’t hurting me but I couldn’t tell him that because I couldn’t speak. All I could do was hang on to him and climb the huge wave that was building inside of me. Higher and higher I went… impossibly high.