Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Fuck, he’s so greedy for me.
“Trust me, if I could get it any deeper, I would.”
He smiles. “Just making sure. I like being filled up with my…”
He stops himself, his expression twisting up uncomfortably.
Even though he didn’t finish his sentence, I sense I know what he was about to say, and I hate that he stopped himself.
An eagerness builds up in me again…
Feels like hope.
“Your what?” I press. “Come on. Tell me what you were about to say.”
“It’s more of a conversation we should have than something I should just blurt out.”
His words assure me I was right in my assumption about where this is heading. And if I’m wrong, I’ll be disappointed.
No, it’ll be so much worse than that.
So much so that I don’t allow myself to consider it too long.
“Blurt it out anyway, and I’ll let you know if I agree,” I say, not breaking eye contact.
“Being filled up by my boyfriend,” Lance whispers, like a part of him is worried I might laugh or tell him we’re definitely not that.
I’m quiet, thinking carefully about how to respond since I don’t want to fuck this up. But when I notice the flash of panic in his expression, I quickly say, “Your boyfriend, huh?” and watch his cheeks turn pink. I take his ass cheeks in either hand, giving a good squeeze. “So that means this ass would be totally mine, right?”
Lance chuckles. I can tell he’s feeling vulnerable after what he just shared, but that’s part of what makes it so fucking hot.
“Yeah, that means my ass would be all yours. Is that what you want?”
“Your ass?”
“To be boyfriends.”
I wince. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I took you on a date. If you think I don’t want to be your boyfriend at this point, you are out of your goddamn mind.”
A smile tugs at his lips, and it’s too irresistible not to give him another kiss.
“Before I agree to anything, though, you might have to get me up to speed about what that involves. I haven’t been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school.”
His gaze narrows as he studies my face, like he’s surprised this is the direction the conversation went. “Well, it definitely means more fucking.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
“And we’d have to go on more dates like today. You know, to get to know each other better.”
“I guess I like you enough to get to know you,” I tease, earning a glare. “So…movies, dinners at restaurants, clawing at each other around friends… Is that what you’re hoping for?”
Please say yes.
He grins. “Pretty much.”
“And then that means when we’re out, I’ll get to hear you say, Oh, my boyfriend is over there. This is my hot boyfriend. This is my top boyfriend who fucks the hell out of me until I shoot all over.”
“That’s not really the kind of thing I’d have a reason to say.”
“Really? You don’t want to hear me say, This is my bottom boyfriend who just needs to be stuffed with my cock and cum?”
“Eh, talk is cheap.”
“But still hot, don’t lie.”
He moves closer, rubs his nose against mine. “So we’re doing this? Boyfriends?”
I see the eagerness in his expression, and my chest comes alive with sensation.
“I never thought I’d ever be interested in any of this,” I admit. “Just never saw the point of being with one person.”
“Yeah, I remember our conversation.” His gaze falls, as though he’s thinking this could be leading anywhere other than me being all his.
So I get to my point. “But that was before I got to know you. I used to just see sex on legs whenever someone walked by, but since messing with you, you’re the only one I’m thinking about, the only one I’m interested in meeting up with. So yeah, I want to be your boyfriend, Lance. And I want you to show me all these cheesy-ass things I’ve been missing out on.”
“It doesn’t have to be cringe.”
“Really? Because I don’t mind being cringe with you.”
I can tell he’s fighting a smile.
“I want to tell my mom, but I want to do it in person, over Thanksgiving break the week after next.”
“You want to tell her about me?”
“I want to call her up and shout it at the top of my lungs, but I think it’ll mean more to her to see the look in my eyes when I tell her about you.”
His gaze locks with mine. And I can only imagine if I look half as enamored as he looks with me right now, she’ll know how happy he makes me.
“Get down here and kiss your boyfriend,” I demand.
“You know you’re still in me, right?” He rocks his hips again so I can feel his slick flesh sliding up and down my shaft.
“Damn right I’m still in you. And if you work me up again, we’ll see if we can get you to shoot all over me like that one more time.”