Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Fuck. You’re dyin’ for it, aren’t you?”
“Shut up.”
“You can admit it. No one here but us. I’m dying for it too. You’re mine, Dean.”
“Show me. Fucking show me I’m yours. That you won’t change your mind. Not ever.”
Hearing him beg for it goes straight to my cock, but that’s not the only place it travels. My head, my chest, these places no one has ever reached before, places I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to get to.
I look down at his tight, pink hole, and my mouth waters. I would have a part of me inside him every day if I could—fingers, tongue, cock. I don’t even care as long as in one way or another, I’m possessing him.
Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across his rim, feel Dean tremble in response.
“More… I’ve never…”
“No one has ever eaten you out? Good. This ass is all fucking mine.” I dive in again, eating him like he’s my favorite meal, my last meal, the only one I’ll ever want or need.
Deep, hungry sounds rip from Dean’s throat, and I smile into his ass, loving that I’m driving him wild, that I’m having him in this way no one else ever has.
I sneak a hand around his body and stroke his cock while I continue savoring his ass, licking it, kissing it, face buried as deep as I can get it. I’m ravenous for him, feral on this level I know I’ll never experience with anyone but him.
How did I find this? Why does a part of me know Dean is it for me?
I continue to soften him up until I can push my tongue inside, fuck him with it, pleasure him, fill his mind and body with nothing but me.
“T…oh fuck…I can’t…so goddamned good.”
I let go of his cock, pull back, suck my finger, then push it inside him as far as it can go. “Look at you, writhing on my finger the way you’re going to do on my cock.”
“More. Give me fucking more.”
I fumble the bottle of waterproof lube but manage to get it open. Once I have my fingers lubed, I push two in, fucking him with them, alternating between watching his sexy, greedy ass suck them in and looking up at the way he gives his body to me, the way his head is slightly to the side so he can look down at me if he wants, how his lips are parted in pleasure, and the way his eyes watch me, then close when he’s feeling too much.
Each time I press against his prostate, I earn a pleasured sound from him, until I have three fingers worked up his ass, and I wish I could stick my whole goddamned hand up there.
Fisting has never been something I’ve even considered before, and I don’t know if it’s something I’d really even want right now, I just…can’t help but need more from him. Nothing I have of him is enough, and I don’t think it ever will be. I want to consume him.
“Get up here and fuck me, T. Need you to fill me up. I want your load.”
How does a guy turn that down? I love that we take each other raw now. We got tested after he fucked me the first time, got the all-clear, and there’s been nothing between us since.
I push to my feet, lube up my dick, and shove inside him in one swift thrust. I swear it feels like our bodies melt together. Dean’s hands are flat on the shower wall, mine over them, fingers tangled together as I let loose, pound into him, want to disappear inside him.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep him, no one I wouldn’t fight for him. I would turn the world to rubble if Dean needed me to, and I’d enjoy every fucking second of it.
Our bodies slap together as I take him, show him who he is to me. I lick and bite and suck at his neck. Dean drops his head back against my shoulder, giving himself to me, and I know how big of a deal that is to him. He doesn’t talk about his past, not in detail, but I know he’s lost a lot, know he’s never let anyone inside him the way he has me. Not the sex, that’s not what I mean, but in his head, his chest, in every single solitary inch of his insides.
“Don’t come,” I say close to his ear. “I’m gonna breed your tight little hole, but you’re not gonna come until it’s in my mouth. Your ass is gonna swallow all my release, and then you’re gonna feed me yours, okay?”
“Yes. Do it. Breed me.” Those last two words are a zap to my balls, the kind that’s all pleasure and won’t allow me to hold back anymore. My nuts lift, cock twitching inside him as the world spins out of control. I shoot into him, give him spurt after spurt of my load, making sure every drop is exactly where it belongs.