Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He takes his time with his breaths, and soon enough, his body eases up again. He pulls me in, and again I think it might be too soon, but this time he doesn’t sound strained, no grunting, only a gentle moan as his body welcomes me to give him the peace he needs.
“There we go,” I tell him as my hips press up against his ass. “Just like that, Log.”
He practically hums his enthusiasm at our success. “Come on, Kill. Take me. Stain me.”
“You need to be patient.”
He shoots a dirty look over his shoulder before rocking his hips to slide me out slightly, then pushing back forcefully, demanding satisfaction regardless of whether or not I’m willing to give it. His eyes roll back. “Does it seem like I can’t take it?” he asks, pressing his hands against the wall and giving a few more thrusts to demonstrate how his ass has opened up for me.
It’s too inviting to resist, and I grab hold of his hips, greeting each of his movements, exploring the speed he can comfortably take, until he begins saying, “That’s it, Kill. Just like that. You know you need to mark your territory. Mark me. Claim me.”
His words are my addiction. “That’s what you want? To be stuffed full of my cum?”
“Yes.”
I speed up, and he calls out, his pleasure music to my ears as I move in a violent frenzy, leaving behind the nightmare he just experienced, totally dedicated to his pleasure. I slide my hand down his torso, gliding it to his shaft, stroking him as I take his hole. “Look at me,” I order, and he bends to my request. He must know what I want because his lips are on mine in no time, and I’m pummeling his ass so hard, he calls into my mouth.
I notice a familiar sensation, the way his body twitches.
“I love being able to tell when you’re close,” I whisper.
He whimpers. “I can’t… I’m almost…”
He can’t get the words out before his cock swells in my grip, and it’s too much for me—my climax is like thunder rocking through me, the cum exploding, painting his insides as I cry out, the sound only drowned as he locks lips with me, his tongue dancing wildly with mine.
His cock pulses, cum getting on my hand as I continue pumping it out, trying to rid him of all the anxiety that built up to create this moment.
I hear the door open and shout, “Out!”
I don’t even have to look over before hearing it close again, giving us the privacy I want in this precious moment.
I bury my cock inside my Logan, trying to get my seed as far inside him as I can manage, wanting to stain every inch of him inside and out. And the way his hand grips my ass, it’s clear that’s what he wants too. My arms tighten around him, and I’m clinging to this moment the way he clings to my ass, afraid if I release him, he’ll come to his senses and realize this is a horrible idea.
But he just whispers, “Thank you, thank you,” in a quiet voice that exposes how vulnerable he is. And I’m simply happy I could help distract him from the pain, if only for a few delicious moments.
31
LOGAN
After Killian filled me up, we found the nurse he’d ordered to leave so we could finish. She informed us Mom’s stable, but they suggested I return another day, which isn’t happening. I said what I needed to, and she messed with my head so badly that I needed Killian to fuck the hell out of me just to ease the discomfort of the warring thoughts that have been invading my mind ever since.
Now we’re in the car, en route to Rothguard.
Even before seeing Mom, my mind was chaos, past and present thrashing about in a turbulent storm. Now it’s as though a tornado has converged with another, adding to the mess as it tears through everything in its path.
I’m not sure it was wise to share with Killian what my dear mother told me, especially without knowing if it was her fabrication. But even as cunning as she is, she would have to be a real master of deception to have put on such an extravagant performance today. Not that I can put anything past her after what she did to us as kids.
Still, I thought today would be about fulfilling my obligation as her son, not questioning everything I’d once known about my father.
Killian must sense the sharp increase in my anxiety because he rests his hand on my thigh, the way he did in the waiting area before I saw Mom. Feels like his hand is where it belongs as he strokes his thumb across the fabric of my pants.