Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“No. I got this.”
“Fuck, you’re strong,” he hummed, testing my grip.
“Don’t fight me. Let me take care of you.”
Rob relaxed for a beat, eyes narrowed. “Huh?”
“You heard me. I want you to do exactly as I say.” I licked the shell of his ear and whispered, “Got it?”
“Ungh…yes.”
“Good. Hold on to the headboard…just like that.”
I tweaked his nipples and slid lower, making quick work of his jeans and shoes and socks. Then I crawled between his legs and looked my fill.
Rob Vilmer had the body of a seasoned warrior with the scars to prove it. He was a feast to behold. His biceps were enormous, his pecs were toned and taut, and his abs were defined under a thin layer of frosting. And my God, the light trail of hair pointing south at the bulge in his black boxer briefs was mouthwatering.
I met his gaze as I slipped my fingers under his waistband.
Rob’s nose flared in approval. I lowered the fabric and fuck, he was beautiful—long, thick, and hard as nails.
I bent, inhaling deeply as I licked a trail from his base to his slit. He groaned and lifted his hips. I did it again…and again. I sucked the head and played with his balls, chuckling at his growl of frustration. Rob was too proud to beg, and I was too wired. And too damn hungry.
So I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, that’s it. Oh, fuck, yeah…”
His enthusiastic moans reverberated in my throat and sent shivers up my spine. I bobbed my head, rolling his balls and tracing my thumb along his crease. I was pushing my luck and I knew it, but for some reason, I felt in tune to Rob’s body in a way I never had with anyone else’s. Like I could read his every response from the tilt of his pelvis to the desperate tone in his plea for more.
When he grabbed a handful of my hair, I knew he’d reached the end of his rope.
I sat back and wiped my mouth. “Hands on the bedpost.”
Rob clenched his jaw and growled. “I need to fucking come. Let me suck you, fuck you, let me—oh…shit.”
I devoured him again, picking up the tempo as I massaged a single saliva-slicked digit between his cheeks. He spread his legs wider, giving me better access. I released him with a pop to get a good look at him while I finished undressing.
“Show me that pretty hole,” I purred, stepping out of my jeans.
He stilled. “You want to fuck me?”
“I do. Is that okay?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“You ready for me?” I climbed between his legs, tapped his entrance, and slipped my finger inside his tight channel before he could reply.
He gasped. “Yeah. More.”
I obeyed, gently gliding my fingers in and out, in and out. “Stroke yourself, but don’t come.”
“Oh, my God.” Rob squeezed his cock at the base, his eyes rolling in his head. “Just…just do it already. Don’t make me fucking beg.”
The self-control required not to just suit up, lube up, and mount him was on a superhuman level. I was vibrating with need. No begging necessary.
I added a third digit, working my fingers in and out of his hole a few times. Then I pulled away to grab supplies from my nightstand drawer.
My fingers trembled as I rolled on the latex and added lube. This was my first time topping him and I was nervous, which was silly. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t done this dozens of times with other men. For fuck’s sake, this was just sex.
But sex with Rob didn’t feel meaningless anymore. Scary thought and not one I wanted to dwell on now.
I lined my sheathed cock at Rob’s hole and pushed. We moaned, our eyes locked as I inched my way inside. I moved slowly, savoring the moment. He was tight and hot, and so damn sexy.
“Am I hurting you?”
He grunted. “No. I’m—I haven’t done this in a while. But…I’m okay. You can move.”
I rocked my hips and steadily upped the tempo till the room echoed with the sound of squeaky bedsprings and our soft hums and sighs.
The carnal give-and-take was a perfect dance. I rested my forehead on Rob’s, pistoning double time as he wrapped his legs around me and slipped a hand between our sweaty torsos.
“I’m gonna—I’m close,” he panted, jacking his cock faster still.
Fuck, I was too. I bit his bottom lip and licked it better. “Come for me, baby. Come.”
Rob roared, shooting ribbons of jizz on both of us. That was it for me, too.
I fell apart in a blinding rush of white light, collapsing on my lover, my body quaking through one of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
I panted for air, blinking through the residual haze of lust. “You okay?”
“Okay isn’t a strong enough word,” Rob countered softly.