Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“You like that? You like being good for me?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then I’ll give you plenty of practice. Shoes off. Pants off.”
He did as I ordered, then looked at me. “Aren’t you going to undress?”
“Eventually. Right now, you’re going to go in my room and bend over the end of my bed.”
“What are you going to do?”
I shrugged. “Anything I want. Do you think you could stop me?”
“I… no.”
“That’s right, so do what I said. I’ll be there in a minute.”
This was so fucking wrong. But I needed that. I needed to do something wrong. I needed to do something for me. I needed to do something that would help me stop thinking about what would happen in the next few days, about how we’d try to take down Ivanov and I might not survive. If I didn’t do this now, I might never know how sweet it would be to fuck Alex’s gorgeous ass.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
I quickly set up the litter box, then checked to see that Adenine was still curled up on the couch. I grabbed some water for me and Alex and brought it to my bedroom, where he lay over the end of my bed like he’d been told. I shut the door, making sure the cat didn’t surprise us. “You might want to get a good grip on the covers. You’ll need it to keep yourself steady.”
“How bad is this going to hurt?” His voice shook as he spoke.
“What I’m going to do right now isn’t going to hurt. It’s going to feel amazing. It’s only going to hurt when I stop.”
“What do you mean? What are you doing?”
“No more questions. Legs wider.” I nudged one of his ankles, and he spread them. He was shaking, and because I was a monster, I got off on it.
I knelt behind him, cupped his ass, and pulled his cheeks apart. “Look at that tight little hole. Do you really think you can take my cock up there?”
“I… Yes, please.”
“You will. Every inch of it. But not yet. First, I’m going to play with you. Tease you. Let you know what it’s like to want, to need, and not be able to have it.”
“But I do. I…”
“You’ve been trying to get in my bed for a week and a half. You think that’s a hard wait? You have no idea.”
Before he could say anything else, I swiped my tongue over his hole. He cried out and tried to pull away from me.
“You’re going to stay right here if I have to tie you down.”
“Oh my God. That’s so intense. I’ve never…”
“I didn’t think a man had ever eaten your ass, or a woman either. I knew you wouldn’t ask for it. It’s one of my favorite ways to get a man ready. But sometimes, no matter how good things feel, they can be too much. They can make your cock ache. They can make you lose your mind.”
“Dante?”
I didn’t respond. I licked him again, gripping his ass tight enough to bruise. I flicked my tongue back and forth over his hole, and then I pushed it inside him.
I tongue-fucked him as he writhed, whimpered, pushing his ass back against me, then struggling to get away, not sure whether he wanted more intense sensation or less.
I took hold of his cock, using his precum to ease my way as I worked him, and he fucked into my hand.
“Close. So close. Please,” he whined as he tried even harder to free himself from my grip. I held him tight, pushing him a little further before letting go and sitting back on my heels.
He could barely catch his breath. His hands were clasped in the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white.
“It hurts,” he said.
“For me to eat your ass?”
“No, not to come. It hurts like you said, because you stopped.”
I loved how easy it was to work him up. “You’re going to be okay. You said you liked pain.”
“Not like this.”
“But this is what I want to do to you.”
“Dante.” I loved the desperation in his voice.
I ran a hand up his torso and clamped down on the back of his neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. This is your last chance to go home tonight.”
“Don’t send me away. Please. I’ll do whatever. I’ll be whatever you want.”
“I want you. I don’t want you to be anything but who you are. Do you understand me? I’ll never ask that of you. I will ask you to let me push you as far as you can go. I might want to break you, but I will put you back together, and I swear it will feel so fucking good.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Good. Now, get up on the bed.” He climbed up and lay on his back, watching me. “Do you need me to tie you up, or can you be a good boy and do as I say?”