Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
He twists his fingers, making sure I’m stretched, making sure I can take him, and I can. What’s killing me is not having him inside me.
“I need it. Give it to me. I’m begging you. Fuck me, Cil. Please, please, please.”
I practically whine when his fingers are gone, but look down and see him slicking his cock with shaking, eager hands. Every part of him is trembling, just like I am, both of us cracking apart in our need for each other.
“Lie on your back. I need to see you.”
I scramble into position, legs spread for him like the slut I didn’t know I was, the way I only am for him. He pushes my legs up, then stops and shoves a pillow under my hips.
Cillian kneels between my legs, holding the base of his dick while pressing it against my rim…and then…then he begins to push inside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cillian
Every thought has left my head except for Ollie—how much he wants me, needs me, the hot, tight, fucking incredible hug of his ass as I slide my dick into him.
Later, I’ll feel guilty I lied to him tonight, that I did the one thing he asked me not to and killed for him. And then came home to claim him even further, to take something from him he can never give to someone else, and that I want to beat my fucking fists on my chest while I’m doing it.
Ollie is mine.
My gaze alternates between his face—his beautiful fucking face that I can’t get out of my head—and his ass—the pink ring of muscle opening up and sucking me in.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me, dirty boy. You’re taking me so well, look at you, spreading your legs for me so prettily, dying to get your man inside you.”
“It’s good,” he says on a small gasp. “So good.”
I push a little farther inside. For the first time in my life, I’m wishing my dick wasn’t quite so thick. I don’t want to hurt him. “You don’t even know what it feels like, how your ass is squeezing my dick, how hot you are inside. I can’t fucking wait to breed you.” I ease in deeper while talking to him. His cock has softened slightly, and I know it’s because his body is adjusting to me. The talking seems to help, though. “From now on, I want you naked in this bed, waiting for me when I get home. I want you to scream every time I’m inside you so everyone here knows who you belong to…so Rory can hear how good you are for me. I bet he’s in there jerking it right now thinking about you.”
His cock twitches, and I grin.
“So fucking naughty. You like that, don’t you? Like thinking about everyone in the house knowing I’m pounding your ass, like the idea of my best friend—my brother—thinking about us together, seeing us.”
“Yessss…I do…”
I wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a soft stroke. My palm is still slick from lube, making the pull easier on him. “But you’re still mine.”
“Yes. Only yours.”
“And no one can see you but Rory.”
“No one but him.” He gasps, dick throbbing against my hand, long and firm again.
“But…”
“But I’m yours. I only want to be yours.” He gives the exact answer I needed, the one I wanted. I didn’t even have to finish my question for him to say it.
I push the last of the way inside him, my groin against his ass.
“You did it, Kitten. You’re all full of me. Tell me how it feels.”
He closes his eyes, bites his lip, moves his body slightly like he’s trying to get me to fuck him. “I’m full…so full. But it feels right too, like I’ve been waiting for this, like maybe it’s not that I’m full, it’s just that before you I was empty, but I’m not anymore.”
The room spins, and my heart grows until it feels too big to fit inside me. “Jesus. You almost made me come already. I need you too much. I have to fuck you.”
“Do it hard, Cillian. I want to feel it all night…tomorrow.”
“Look at me. I want your eyes on me when I fuck you.”
He does, opening them, staring at me with so much emotion, so much… I can’t even think the word.
I grab his hips and pull back, leaving only the head of my cock inside him before I pump my hips forward again. Over and over and over again, I thrust into him, lose myself in Ollie’s body, wonder how I ever lived a day in my life without having experienced this.
His mouth falls open, sexy, needy sounds tumbling out. His hard cock flexes against his belly every time I thrust into him. It’s like his ass is a mold made specifically for my dick, like it’s just the right everything to take me.