Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Me too.” Ty gave his cock a leisurely tug. “Show me everything. Let’s start with your perfect fucking ass.”
“Mmm.”
I scrambled onto the mattress on all fours, licking my lips as Ty approached with a reverence reserved for viewing a masterpiece. He splayed his hands and spread me wide.
“Holy fuck, look at you. I’m going to touch you now. Is that okay?”
Was he serious?
I glanced over my shoulder and nodded. “Yes. Do it.”
Ty gently trailed a digit along my puckered entrance. His touch was featherlight, almost tender. I wriggled my hips and gestured to the lube nearby, but he just snickered.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get there. I just…I gotta taste you first.”
That was all the warning Ty gave before licking my hole.
Talk about a shock to the system. Dormant nerve endings zinged to life, sending a wave of pleasure through me. He did it again and again…and again. And you know, try though I might, it simply wasn’t possible to stoically accept erotic ministrations without losing a semblance of one’s cool.
I gripped the bedsheets, squeezing my eyes shut, my breath lodged in my chest as—well, there wasn’t a nicer way to put it—Ty tongue-fucked me. His beard grazed my skin, adding an unexpected element to the onslaught of sensation. It was so good. And I was so hard.
I braced my weight on my left elbow and reached for my aching cock, gliding my thumb through the precum drooling at my tip just as he slipped a finger into my hole. I flinched, willing myself to relax. He added spit and another digit, coaxing and stretching me.
“You…I…lube is—oh, wow, that’s good,” I sputtered.
Ty pulled his fingers out and used his tongue again. Let me assure you, absolutely nothing coherent left my mouth from that moment on, but the gist was, “Please, please, now. Please. More.”
It was torture.
I was on fire, burning up with a need to have him on top of me, inside me. It wasn’t like me to be so greedy, but I was at the end of my rope and seconds away from begging. Thank Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus that wasn’t necessary.
He smacked my ass and lunged for the lube. Rolling on a condom with one hand, Ty scooted behind me, nudging my knees apart. He might have still been wearing his jeans. I thought he’d taken them off, but I could feel the dig of denim on my calves, and—oh…wow, his fingers were back. One…then two. I whimpered and wiggled my hips.
“Feel good?” Ty asked, adding a third.
I grunted a yes, sighing with relief as he removed his fingers, lined his sheathed cock at my entrance, and pushed.
He rolled his hips, pausing often to give me a chance to adjust to his girth. Just as I thought it was too much, pain gave way to intense pleasure. The kind that left me reeling and dizzy.
“I’m okay now,” I assured him, setting a hand on his thigh. “You can move.”
Ty rocked forward, tracing my spine as he thrust in and out, in and out. I could hear him speaking or whispering, but I wasn’t sure what he was saying. Something like, “I got you. You’re okay. I’ll take care of you.”
That couldn’t be right. Not that it mattered. The words weren’t important—it was the low rumbly cadence of his voice and the rhythm he set. A little faster now. He held my hips, grinding against my ass and upping his pace. The twang of bedsprings and the slap of skin echoed along with a chorus of, “Oh, yes. That’s it. Right there. Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes.”
I think that was me. I gripped the bedsheets for purchase as he moved like thunder, hitting every pleasure point inside me. My poor neglected cock bounced and drooled on the mattress. I had to come. I shifted my weight to jerk myself, but Ty got there first. He closed his fist around me and…that was it.
“Ungh! I’m coming!”
He rode me through my orgasm, tightening his hold as he pistoned faster and faster till he faltered and collapsed, covering me like a blanket and roaring through his release.
It took a few minutes to rejoin the land of the living. I wasn’t in a hurry. I was perfectly fine buried under a mountain a man, thank you very much.
Eventually, Ty rolled off me. He mumbled something like, “Bathroom?” and I responded with a grunt and a warbled, “That way.”
I tingled all over from the aftereffects of my orgasm and wasn’t quite ready or willing to worry about the potentially awkward post-sex au revoir. I was sure it was coming, though. There was a decent chance he’d fetch his T-shirt from the wreckage of our clothing strewn on my bedroom floor and race for the door in a panic.
Yes, that sounded about right. It was the speed of his exit I was unsure of. Would it be a hasty “I forgot I have somewhere to be” or a slower-moving parting with a casual reminder that our mind-blowing naked tango was a one-time-only thing. Either option was feasible.