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)
When he pulls back, I try to tug him closer, but he just smirks. “Be a good boy, Dax.”
“I’m always good.”
“Show me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your shirt,” Miles says and I do, letting it drop to the floor. “Now take off my shirt.”
I do the same for him, dying to touch him, wanting to pull him close, even more so now that I know about this deep pain he carries. I’d do anything to help him chase away his demons.
“Now get on your knees for me,” he instructs.
I kneel, my dick hard, rivaling the bulge beneath his jeans. He looks down at me, his eyes intense and full of emotion. It’s been a big night for him—for both of us, but for him even more—dating, being boyfriends, then sharing what he had. I want to end it perfectly, want to be exactly what Miles needs, and I know how much I’ll love every second of it. I open his jeans, then tug them along with his trunks down his thighs. He’s hard as stone, his cock so thick and pretty, veiny and throbbing and making my mouth water.
“Lick it.”
“Yes, please.” I swipe my tongue across the head, tasting the precum waiting for me, before pressing my tongue to the base of his shaft and traveling up again. His skin is salty, his scent heady, and I want to devour him.
Miles threads his fingers through my hair, tilting my head backward. I look up at him, mouth open. With his other hand, he guides his cock into my mouth, not fucking into me hard, but sliding in and out against my tongue. “You’re so goddamned sexy. I think about you all the time, picture you when you’re not here with me. It’s fucking with my head.”
I pull off just to say, “You’re fucking with my head too,” then take him all the way in, bobbing on his dick, wondering if I’m driving Miles as wild as he’s driving me.
“You’re so good at that, so good at taking my cock.” He moans deeply, as if releasing all the pent-up tension and frustration in his soul. “You’re dying for it, aren’t you?” he whispers. “You want to jerk yourself off while you suck me?”
I nod, not taking my mouth off his cock.
“Soon. Not yet. Be good and wait a little longer for me.”
I’m pretty sure I’d wait forever if he wanted me to.
I grab his tight ass cheeks as Miles guides my head just the way he wants me. He doesn’t take his gaze off me, the wildness that is Miles right there, but there’s more too—confusion, self-doubt, the pieces of him that he locks away. I suck him like my life depends on how good his nut is, try to ignore the way my cock is aching and how bad I need to stroke it.
“You can touch yourself now. Let me see that pretty dick.”
I thought he’d never ask. I open my jeans, tug them and my jock down, wrap my hand around my precum-slick cock, and stroke. Before I have a chance to enjoy it, he pulls back, taking away my favorite treat.
“I wasn’t done with that. And no, I won’t come until you say I can.”
“That’s all you get for now. Come on. I have other plans in mind for you.”
So cruel, in the sexiest of ways…so Miles.
He pulls me to my feet, both of us stripping out of the rest of our clothes, before our mouths are on each other’s again, hands exploring, bodies rutting, feet stumbling as we kiss our way to his bedroom. When we stumble into a wall, Miles laughs, and I swallow the sound, savor it, think about how much more he does that now than when I first met him.
We get to his room, and I bury my face in his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. It blooms with heat, his hand on my ass, squeezing, before he delivers a sharp smack.
“Shit. Sorry. I’m going to mark you if I’m not careful.”
“Do it,” he says. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Those words make me dizzy with pleasure as I press my mouth to his skin again and suck, marking Miles…marking my boyfriend. The second I pull back, I see the red mark on his skin, my mark, this strange possessiveness coming over me.
“Now do me,” I tell him. “I want you on me too.”
Miles kisses me until I fall back on the bed. He lands on top of me, rutting against me while he sucks at my neck. Pain and pleasure mix inside me, shooting sparks through my neck, down my chest, as I moan at all the incredible sensations he’s giving me.
“God, I want to come,” falls from my lips.
“Not yet.” He nibbles at my lip, then smooths his hand up my chest until it rests on my throat. “Yes. Tighter,” I beg.