Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Or so I told myself.
Bottoming represented a loss of control. It meant giving myself to someone who could make the experience unpleasant or painful. I didn’t do it often, especially since I typically fucked random guys few and far between. Tonight, though, I’d needed to get out of my head. I’d needed someone else to take the reins and relieve me of the need to think and plan.
Ryder and his impressive cock gave me that.
And he gave me a full-body orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced. It shook me to my core. Moving forward, it would be hard to keep myself from dropping my drawers and bending over every time I saw him.
“Alex?”
“Hmm? Sorry,” I said as I stroked up and down the smooth, damp skin of his back.
“I asked if you wanted to stay.” Ryder propped his chin on my chest and stared at me with a satisfied grin and heavy eyes. “I can give you a ride home in the morning.”
What a terrible idea.
No. Say no.
“Sure.”
His smile expanded, and the damn thing must have been contagious because I found my lips curving in much the same way. We grinned at each other like idiots for a few seconds before Ryder whispered, “That was…” He shook his head. “I don’t think I even have words.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed as a lump rose in my throat. Clearly, I had a spectacular way with words as well.
“You okay? Did I hurt you at all?” Uncertainty crept into his voice.
I might suck at these conversations, but even I wasn’t enough of an ass to make him worry for even one second. “No,” I said with a huff of laughter. “You did not hurt me. You destroyed me, but uh… in the best way.”
Why did I suddenly feel nervous? Wasn’t that supposed to happen before we fucked for the first time? I’d been too damn needy to feel it then, but now I didn’t know what to do with myself.
His smile turned wicked. “Really?”
Leave it to Ryder to cut the tension with his ego. “Yes, really.” I pinched his firm ass, laughing at his yelp. “I’m sure I’ll regret telling you this later, but that was better than, well, any other time.”
His head is going to expand right before your eyes.
But it didn’t. Instead of gloating, he gave me a soft smile and stretched to peck my lips. “Good,” he whispered. “That’s what you deserve.”
No puffing his chest. No joke about the power of his dick. It was just a sweet comment I had no idea how the hell to handle.
He kissed me again. “Let’s get cleaned up. It’s fucking late, and you’ve got to be exhausted.”
I was. The kind of exhaustion that invaded every cell in my body and made the thought of moving unbearable.
With a burst of energy he shouldn’t have had at three thirty in the morning after recently climaxing, he pushed up and off me. Our eyes met as the last inch of his soft dick slipped free from my body. My ass clenched in protest, and a tiny groan slipped free.
“Yeah, I liked it much better in there too.”
Another sweet statement I couldn’t process, so I didn’t bother to try. Mustering what little oomph I still had, I began to sit up, only to have a strong hand on my chest push me flat down.
“Stay. I got this.” Then he slid from the bed and walked—no, strutted—toward the bathroom, making it impossible for me to look anywhere but at his stellar ass. I groaned again. Next time, I had to get my cock between those luscious round cheeks.
Next time? Would there be one? Did I want one?
The water ran, and rummaging sounds made their way from the bathroom. A few seconds later, Ryder appeared with a damp cloth. Clean now, he strode across the room naked. His satisfied cock hung between his muscular thighs, big and beautiful.
Yes, beautiful.
My mouth watered at the sight. By now, I’d had him in my mouth several times, but he’d always been rock-hard before I feasted. The thought of going down on him like this, soft and sleepy, while he grew to full length between my lips had my fatigued dick attempting to rally.
He rested a knee on the bed, tilting his head. “You don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to forget all my good intentions to let you sleep.”
“Like what?”
He grunted. “Like you’re imagining sucking my soft dick to its full potential.”
Busted.
My cheeks heated, and he grinned. “Ah, so you were imagining that.”
Rolling my eyes, I reached for the washrag. “Give me that.”
He shook his head, batting my hand away. “Nope.” He crawled onto the bed and over to me.
Was he going to—
Yep.
Ryder kneeled beside me, running the warm, damp cloth over the mess on my stomach, then down, cleaning my dick, then—