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)
He squeezes, not restricting my breath, just keeping a firm grip. His other hand slides down my body, wrapping around my dick. As Miles strokes me, he tightens his hold on my throat a little more, my body arching toward him, dick so hard, balls so fucking full.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, then, “What are we doing?” He sounds so amazed by this, by me, by us, and honestly, I am too. But I also don’t ever want him to question this, or himself. I really want Miles to know I’ll always be here for him, that he can always count on me.
When his hold loosens, I say, “You’re about to fuck your boyfriend…and make me come. I really wanna come.” I’m practically whining. I’ve never been the kind of guy to be desperate, but I am for him.
He chuckles softly. “You want this dick?”
I want more than just his dick. Surely, he must know that.
“Please let me have your dick. I want it so bad. My hole is so fucking hungry for you.”
His pupils flare, alight with hunger, and he grabs the lube from the drawer.
I roll to my back, legs spread, stroking my aching dick.
“I didn’t say you could touch that.” He slicks his cock.
“Please. I’m so fucking horny.”
“You’re always horny for a dick.”
“Your dick.” Who in the fuck ever thought I’d have a monogamous relationship? I sure as shit didn’t, but I can’t imagine wanting anyone else but Miles.
“It’s my hole. Only I can fuck it.” He pulls my legs over his shoulders. “Only I get to breed it.”
He sounds as greedy for me as I feel for him, and I want him to have whatever he wants.
To take it.
The only way I’ll be satisfied is knowing I’ve fully satisfied him.
“Yes. Give me what I want, Miles,” I beg.
“What are you doing to me?” he asks, before the blunt head of his cock presses against my rim. I relax my body, and he works his way inside, pressing his mouth to mine in gentle but hungry kisses while he tells me what a good hole I am for him and how much he wants me. We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, my body stretched just the way I like. Miles pulls back and thrusts forward again, fucking into me with everything he has, sometimes kissing, sometimes not, his body slapping against mine on the shaking bed.
“Yeah. Fuck. So good. No one dicks me down like you.”
“Like your boyfriend,” he reminds me.
“Yes, boyfriend. Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t disappoint. He never does. His dick hits my spot, my whole body sensitive and tingling. I’m so fucking close to busting my nut, Miles’s neck corded as he’s concentrating on me, on what he’s doing to me.
“God, you’re amazing. Love fucking this ass. Just me. Only me,” Miles says, a sexy grit to his voice.
I hear his desperation, how much he needs me tonight, and I assure him, “Just you.”
He pulls back enough so he can spit on my cock. “Stroke it.”
“Fucking gladly.” The first stroke almost sends me over the edge. My hand on my dick, coupled with the feel of Miles inside me, pegging my prostate…it’s all too much and not enough. I’m ready to shoot but want it to last all night.
“You gonna come for me? Do it. You only come when I say you can, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Having Miles tell me what to do, when I can come, gets me going like nothing else and he knows it.
“Then do it. You don’t get my load until you give me yours.”
My eyelids flutter, heart racing, all that sensation wrapping around me until I can’t help but give in, jacking my dick through my orgasm, my cum landing on my stomach, my chest, even on my neck.
“So fucking sexy,” Miles says, fucking harder, until he’s losing himself to his orgasm too, dick twitching as he pumps a fat load deep within me, emptying all his darkness, giving it to his sunshine.
Miles lies down beside me, pulling me close, his dick slipping out of me. I love the way he holds me. It’s all need, just like he needed to take and control my release, and I can feel in the way he holds me that he was finally able to let go of all that tension. Pride bursts in my chest, knowing I have this power. That he’s always terrified of pulling me into the darkness, yet somehow I always shine brightest when I’m with him.
“Best. Date. Ever,” I tell him, earning a laugh.
“The next one will be even better.”
“Promise?”
“Actually, the next one’s on you, so it might not be quite as good.”
I laugh. “Asshole.”
“I know,” he whispers against my flesh before nuzzling my neck, breathing me in.
As much as I love surrendering to him, in this moment, he’s surrendering to me, his body betraying all his usual assholery and defensiveness, and giving himself to me.