Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I knew it would be like this, knew you would feel like home, like you’re made for me,” he murmured as I slipped my hands under the headboard to brace myself for another pounding.
Gripping the top of the headboard, he drove deep, setting a fierce rhythm, rutting inside me, sweat dripping off him as he took his pleasure, an endless loop of thrust and retreat.
I had no idea I could come only with him being inside me, but looking at him, watching the muscles in his arms and shoulders cord, seeing his head fall back, his lips part as he panted, his wet hair stick to his forehead, I was lost. Giving and receiving pleasure at the same time was something I’d never experienced before. I was utterly gone.
I felt the quickening of my orgasm swimming up my spine, felt my balls tighten, my muscles squeezing all around him like a vise, and then a sound I’d never made in my life tore out of my chest and I came, spurting over his abdomen.
“Oh fuck yes,” he snarled, sounding almost angry as he froze above me, and wet warmth filled my channel.
No one had ever been inside me. I’d never had cum leaking out of my ass, and certainly there had never been a man collapsing on top of me, burying his face in my neck, his stubble rubbing over mine. In seconds, his mouth was open on the side of my neck as he kissed and sucked, leaving a mark there before he lifted just enough to look down at my face.
“Oh, Maks, I’m not gonna say anything stupid because sex makes you stupid, and great sex makes you an idiot, but please, please, you can’t ever leave me. We fit perfectly, like I knew we would.” He swallowed hard. “Say yes, that you’re gonna be mine. Say it now.”
“Lot of demands so soon after sex when you’re still buried in my ass.”
“Yeah, no, not sorry. I’m staying right here. Not moving. You feel so good.”
There was so much hope and happiness and possessiveness in his gaze, I had to look away, otherwise I would say something ridiculous.
“We’re gonna hyphenate your name to Gorev-Malloy. Nobody’s gonna think twice about you being anybody else with a name like that.”
“Why am I hyphenating?” I asked, always without fail getting pulled into nonsensical conversations with him where we talked about impossible plans and future scenarios that I loved.
“You’re gonna be mine. Why’re you playing at this?”
“Yours, you say?”
“Yes,” he groused, easing slowly, tenderly from my body and then instantly rolling me onto my side so he could spoon me. “All mine.”
“These sheets will never recover,” I assured him. “And your cum is leaking out of me.”
“I know,” he said, sliding his hand down my hip and then over my ass, slipping his middle finger inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, squirming from being overly sensitized and with how good it felt.
“You’re incredible,” he said, and moved fast, sliding down my side until his mouth was pressing between my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping over my used hole. “You taste amazing.”
“That’s—oh,” I gasped. “It’s you you’re tasting,” I reminded him.
“Oh, well, my cum is good out of your ass.”
I sighed deeply. “No one who ever looks at you would think you’re like this in bed.”
“Of course not,” he said, cackling as he moved back up my body until his dick caught on my ass, and then he pressed back inside, hardening with every passing second. “Only you know because you’re the only one in bed with me.”
“I can’t go again. I don’t have your—”
“Oh no?” His breath on my ear, the gravelly, rough sound of his voice, rolled right through me. When he stroked my cock, I jolted against him, and my cock thickened in his hand. “I think you’ve never been in bed with the right man,” he said, pressing his cum to my shoulder along with his kisses. “Because you want me bad.”
The second time there were only drops that leaked from the end of my cock, and he came inside me again and made a mess of both of us. I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’ve never been in bed with anyone but you without a condom,” he confessed after a few moments of silence. “Even Dean. It just never felt right.”
“But it felt right with me?”
“It never even crossed my mind with you. There could be nothing between us.”
“Well, I’ve never been in bed with anyone, ever,” I told him. “That being said, I’ve never fucked without a condom. I’m not stupid.”
“I know that,” he said, grinning at me. “You’re one of the smartest people I know, so yeah, we’re good.”
“Of course we are,” I agreed, letting him roll me sideways into his arms so he could do as he wanted and tuck me tight to his heart.