Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Weber,” he gasped as I removed my fingers. “I…”
I slid my hands over the man’s sides, feeling the rippling muscles there: gym muscles, long, sinewy, and gorgeous. When my hands reached his hips, he started to beg.
Spreading my legs, lowering myself since I was taller than his six one, I rolled forward and slowly, gently, began pushing my way inside him.
“Jesus Christ, cowboy, you’re huge!”
Which was why I would never, ever just pound into anyone. As many times as I had been treated to pain in my own life, I would never be the cause of it in others. I especially would never hurt the men who trusted me to top.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“God, no! No—don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
The noises he was making, the whimpering and whining, the chanting of my name, the flex of the muscles in his hot, tight ass… I was ready to ride him hard.
“Oh, baby, please.”
I loved endearments more than anything, but I would die before I ever told a soul. As I rocked my hips, holding on to his so tight I knew I’d leave bruises, he cried out my name.
How strong was I supposed to be?
My control was annihilated by this man with his warm, willing body, the melting eyes and golden skin. Grabbing hold of his hair, I yanked back, bending him into the most beautiful arch of submission, his back curved, ass angled high, and the sharp hiss of breath it elicited sent me into a frenzy of movement. I plunged in deep, and he yelled loudly, his channel clenching around my cock. I let go of his hair, allowing his head to drop to the grass, and clutched his hips, pounding into him hard as he pushed back to meet each new hammering thrust.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled, sliding a hand up from the small of his back to between his shoulder blades, anchoring him down and to me.
“So do you.” He shuddered under me, and I could hear the tears in his voice. “I’m going to come. I can’t… This ache has been there for so… Don’t…stop.”
A bullet to the brain was the only way to stop me. My hips pistoned fast, and the high-pitched cry that tore out of him assured me I nailed his gland. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough and low as I rocked against him, the hot air not moving around us, thick and heavy, all sweat and sex.
His breath caught, and he froze for a moment, the length of my cock squeezed tight in a hot, silken vise. He screamed out his climax, and I hammered him through it as my own orgasm built and crested and finally drowned me. I could not remember the last time I had come so hard, so violently.
Dropping forward, draped across his back, my chest pressing down on him, I realized, eventually, as the cloud of passion lifted, that I was probably crushing him.
“Wait.”
I didn’t move.
“Tonight, I want you naked in bed with me, so when we do this again, I can feel your skin on mine.”
“You’re gold all over. I ain’t nothin’ like you.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat. “I can feel you against me, all the power, and I can see your gorgeous veined forearms…and your hands… I want more. I want to see all of you.”
I smiled, rubbing my stubbly jaw between his shoulder blades. I knew every part of him was overly sensitized, but I didn’t care.
“Jesus, cowboy.”
I chuckled and pulled out slowly, and he rolled over, on his back in the grass. He looked good, lying there sated, ravaged, all that sleek golden skin ready to be touched again as I tied off the condom and put it gently on the ground.
He just lay there, not moving, watching me, cock flaccid against his smooth, flat stomach, one arm bent behind his head, the other on his chest.
“You should get on up, darlin’, before your friends come lookin’ for ya.”
“Come here,” he said and motioned to me.
I smiled at him, finished tucking in, zipping up, and buckling before I stepped over his legs and sat down across his hips, straddling them, leaning over so my mouth was hovering over his. “You are a strange man.”
He lifted his hands to my face, staring into my eyes as I bent and kissed him. He opened for me instantly, and I plundered his mouth, kissing him breathless, kissing him until he was arching up under me, and kissing him even as I took his cock in my hand and stroked him over and over. When I felt the silky length hardening again, I chuckled and broke the kiss, sliding my thumb over the flared tip, into the slit and under. He was vibrating beneath me, shivering with fresh need.