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)
“We could always go for round two.”
“No. This is the one, Dax. This is where I claim you, and once I’ve bred you, if you fuck with anyone else, I’m wrapping it up. You only keep getting this if you’re exclusive to this cock. Do you understand?”
I’m being so controlling and greedy… It’s something sinister in me, especially to catch him in a moment of pure pleasure. But he pulls it right from me, and the way his eyes flare assures me he’s loving every second of it.
“I understand. This ass is yours once you come in it. However long you want it.”
I claw my fingers into his hip as I keep building, grinding my teeth as I jerk forward in quick succession.
“I’m gonna come too,” he warns, and I halt in an instant, panicked.
“No!” I shout, which catches him by surprise.
“I don’t know if I can help it.”
“Stop. Not until I say.”
He grits his teeth, his face bunching up. Damn, he must really be about to lose it.
I should be understanding. I should let him, but I’m not fucking finished with him. Not yet.
I release his hip and take his hand, threading my fingers with his. “Hold on to me. Like this. Control it.”
I can feel by the way his body twists, his muscles twitching, that I might be too late.
“Come on, Dax. Obey me.”
He groans, holding my hand in a death grip as he battles the urge. “I—I—”
It’s clearly too much for him, so I reach around and grab his shaft at the base, tightening my hold, his cock swelling as it tries to end his agony.
“Oh hell.” His body’s all shivers as his ass moves subtly, as if trying to force him to the end against my will.
“Come on, Dax. Control it. Control it for me.”
It doesn’t just feel like fun, but like life or death as he grips me tight, whimpering as he stirs against the wall, like his body’s trying to climb it, just acting off desperate impulses. He strains in my hold, blinking a few times as he gasps, his expression revealing just how pleasurable this really is.
“What does it feel like?” I ask.
“I’m right there, just suspended in it… I can’t fucking see straight…fuck, it feels so amazing, Miles. I’ve never felt anything like it…”
He can’t know what that does to me.
“Just get it together,” I tell him. “Come back down. Breathe with me. Just like a panic attack. You know how to do this.”
It’s similar, only now I’m the one helping him. He follows my orders, steadily relaxing, taking deep breaths, his eyes still bulging like his body’s in shock that he can feel all this without coming.
“How are you fucking doing this?” he asks, breaking eye contact.
I lean close to his ear, whispering, “You’re not the only one with skills, Dax.”
“You talking by my ear like that really isn’t helping me not want to release.”
His ass twitches again, legs trembling, and I nestle my face against his neck. “I’m not trying to make it stop. I’m trying to make it keep going until you can’t bear it anymore, until the only option is release.”
“I think we’re already there,” he insists. “I don’t know how it could be any worse than this.”
His body shifts in my hold, his cock throbbing as it resists the cruel edging I’m putting it through, but I feel him settle, and we breathe together, perfectly in sync.
“Excellent. That’s it,” I say, so proud of my hold for keeping his climax at bay. “Now, you ready?”
“Please, please, please…”
I’ve tortured him enough, so I give him a few quick thrusts before releasing his shaft, and he calls out with a war cry I haven’t heard him make before, his body thrashing, as wild as I’ve ever seen him. This isn’t the cool, controlled Dax. This is the Dax I want to see, recklessly free as he releases his load.
The jolt it sends through me has me shooting up into him, and I let it rip, our bodies a frenzy of thrusts as he takes everything I have to give, his cry shifting to moans and then heavy breaths like he’s been running sprints. As he collapses against the wall, I rest my chest against his back, biting at his neck.
“Holy hell,” he mutters, sounding shocked.
There’s this wicked thing in me celebrating now because not only did I give Dax Armstrong the time of his life, but I’ve got my seed buried inside him. I continue with subtle thrusts, like my body’s trying to get it as far into him as possible, fully painting his insides with me.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” I say, which gets us both chuckling. Fucking chuckling.
What the fuck is this guy doing to me?
18
Dax
It’s late. I didn’t get off work until three, and then we spent hours together, Miles painting me…and the sex… God, the fucking sex. I thought I’d experienced everything. I love exploring, and I’m willing to give almost anything a try. It’s important to me to express myself sexually, and I’ve never let myself hold back, but none of it, and I mean none of it, has ever compared to the way it feels being with Miles Tanner.