Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Miles curses, then lowers a hand, pushing the fabric up, not stopping until he gets to the jock I’m wearing beneath my skirt.
“Fuck.” He leans back, and I know he’s looking at my left cheek, the one he’s got uncovered. Miles gives it a swat, the sting racing straight to my dick and making me grow harder. He pulls me away from the window, his pupils blown wide, this almost frenzied look of desire on his face.
“Want me all to yourself? I gotchu.” I grin.
Miles tugs me closer to the bed, sits down on it, then turns me around. “Hold it up,” he says, and I do, pulling my skirt over my ass so he can see it. He growls, smacks my other ass cheek, then bites me. The pain is sharp, but oh so fucking good.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I tell him, surprised at how frantically I want him, at the way he’s already got me ramped up on high when we’ve only just begun.
After he delivers another smack to my ass, I can’t help but rub my dick through the jock pouch, palming it, squeezing it, craving the friction.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.”
“Then you do it for me.” I turn around and straddle him. His strong hands move to my ass, kneading and squeezing my cheeks. I grab his right wrist, pulling until he’s palming my dick. Miles leans up and tries to kiss me, but I pull back. “I want you to touch my dick first.”
“But you were doing so good at listening.”
“I’ll still listen.” I smile. “Please touch it.” I hope I’m reading this right, hope he’s getting as much out of this as me.
“Ask me again,” he orders.
“Please touch my cock.”
The hungry way he’s looking at me tells me he can’t deny me, deny himself. Miles pulls the band on my jock away from my skin, my dick free and pointing up now that it has more space to do so. He spits on it, which is one of my favorite things, then wraps his hand around my shaft and strokes.
“Fuck…yes. Like that.”
This time when he leans forward, I let him take my mouth. Miles pushes his tongue inside, like he’s trying to claim me, like I’m his possession and he’s trying to prove it to me. I rut against him, let him kiss the hell out of me while he strokes my pulsing cock.
I love that he’s not trying to get me to run anymore, that he’s not telling me to stay away. I want to chase this feeling, the pure pleasure I get from this man that I don’t understand but want to figure out.
I push him onto his back. Miles doesn’t let me get the upper hand, though, jerking me down with him, fingers threaded through the hair at the back of my head and taking my mouth again. I thrust against him, fuck myself into his hand, my precum slicking the way. Every time I’m about to come, he pulls off, slows his strokes or releases my cock, making me moan a complaint into his mouth. He doesn’t listen, and the truth is, I don’t want him to. The way he’s edging me is making me lose my mind with pleasure.
“You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you.” He smiles wickedly, and again, I’m glad to be the one to make him do that.
“Then get that thick cock inside me.”
“You want me up in that ass?” he asks, smacking it again.
“You know I do.”
He’s still stroking, still teasing me, getting me closer and closer to the edge. “I thought you wanted me to suck you?”
My cock twitches in his hold. I had told him he had to suck me next time, but now I’m greedy for his dick. “I want that too. You can do both. Give me your mouth and don’t let me come, then fuck me. My ass is so good.”
Miles chuckles. “All you’re doing is making me want to hurry and be all up inside you.”
Good point. I didn’t think that through. My whole damn body is buzzing with the need to come, though, and I don’t care anymore how he makes that happen as long as I get my nut.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” I nip at his ear, like he’d done to me, and feel him jolt beneath me. “Just make me come.”
I swear I feel electricity pulse through his body at my words, and I know whatever it is, it’s going to be good.
13
Miles
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
Whatever I want? He can’t possibly know how that gets my blood pumping. As if my mind wasn’t chaotic enough, now I have a million things I want to do to his body.
I don’t know what this rush is. He seems more than willing to mess around with me, but he makes me feral. I want his cock in my mouth and to be balls-deep in him all at once. I want every sexual experience he’s ever had to pale in comparison to what I do to him.