Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Casey surrendered with every fiber of himself, eyes wet as Galan explored him with confident, strong hands.
When Galan got to his hard nipples, teasing, tugging, Casey whined all needy and pleading.
His heart thudded, breathing labored and shallow, his cock pulsing, and it wasn’t just from the pleasure. It was from the terrifying, loving truth that he was already too far gone. He was giving Galan his body, his trust, his submission, and dare he say it aloud…
Galan gritted his teeth, fighting to remain in control.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this,” he murmured, studying Casey’s sensual expressions.
His hair was stuck to his damp forehead, lips parted, skin flushed and glowing.
“Every inch of you is mine to claim.”
“Yes, Sir…please,” Casey begged, his voice breaking on the last word.
Galan slid down, tasting across Casey’s chest, nipping at his ribs until his boy was squirming.
When he reached Casey’s length, he wrapped his hand around the base, put the head in his mouth, and swallowed him in one, slow, sure motion.
Casey’s scream echoed through the room as he clawed at the sheets.
Galan worked him mercilessly, sucking him down deep before pulling back and stroking until Casey was thrashing and babbling words that made no sense.
Galan’s cock throbbed, heavy and neglected, an ache that had gone unsated for far too long, but he kept his focus where it belonged—on the sweet submission of his boy.
Just as Casey reached the edge, he released him and dragged his tongue up Casey’s quivering stomach, grinning at the whimpering protest.
He pinned Casey again, grinding their erections together until Casey’s tears streaked down his cheeks.
“Sir,” Casey whispered, fingers twitching in his grasp as if aching to reach. “I want to please you too. I can’t just lie here and take everything. I need to please my Sir.”
“You already please me more than you know.” Galan kissed Casey’s soft peach lips, moaning. “Your every gasp, moan, cry of my name, is my pleasure.”
Galan stroked Casey’s jaw before he scraped his beard over his cheek again. “You want your reward?”
“Your attention, your satisfaction is my reward, Sir.”
“Tell me how much you want me?” Galan ordered, his voice husky, his mouth over Casey’s lips, breathing into him.
“I want you. I beg you.”
Casey stilled, melted beneath him, his body boneless, pliant.
Galan reveled in his boy’s complete, pure, unguarded surrender to his dominance.
He almost lost his composure, his cock leaking at such sweet submission.
There was nothing more powerful.
Galan took his time readying Casey to take him, even after he confessed to using a toy often.
When he was satisfied he’d prepped his boy sufficiently that he’d have no pain, only pleasure, he wrapped himself with protection, lubed his cock until it was dripping onto Casey’s nice sheets, and entered him in one, slow, claiming thrust, filling him Casey so full that he sobbed into his throat.
Galan held still, brushing kisses along Casey’s temple.
“Breathe…take all of me, boy.” Galan groaned, guttural, with waning control.
And Casey did, spreading his legs wider, clutching his shoulders, and tilting his hips up to bury him deeper, until they were joined completely.
Their rhythm built, Galan grunting low in his throat as the heat consumed. Casey locked his long legs around his waist, digging his heels into his back, until he began driving in hard and powerful, dominating him with every thrust.
Nothing compared to the heat and tightness constricting his cock.
“My heart is yours, Sir,” Casey panted into his mouth. “Only yours.”
Galan’s breath broke. This wasn’t just sex. It was the kind of loving that reached into his soul.
Casey’s release tore through him first, shuddering, his cry muffled against Galan’s shoulder as his body convulsed from head to toe.
Galan followed with a long, bottomless groan, pulsing inside Casey, holding his boy down as if he were branding him.
He didn’t know how many minutes they stayed entwined, sweaty and trembling.
When he went to finally roll to his side, he pulled Casey with him. He stroked his boy’s damp hair, pressing kiss after kiss against his temple.
“Stay, Sir,” Casey asked, voice small and fragile. “Please, stay.”
Galan never wanted to move, but he had appointments today and surgery at three.
“I have to go to my office at seven, and I have appointments I can’t miss.” He kissed Casey again, softer that time. “But I’ll be back this evening. I plan to never sleep without you in my arms again.”
Galan pinched Casey’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting his head up to look in his pretty blue eyes.
“Didn’t you say you had two piano lessons at the school this morning?”
Casey nodded with a sleepy smile while running his fingers through his beard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t miss them,” Galan ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And tonight,” Galan added, “the masquerade. I’ll be back at seven sharp, and I expect you to be ready. And I want you to dress me for it, every piece, head to toe. Understood?”