Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
My eyes roll back, and I think I’ll come.
Fuck.
Am I really thinking about coming at the prospect of being choked to death?
This dangerous desire for pain will send me to an early grave.
Since I seriously don’t want to die right now, I reach for his jeans, my fingers shaking as I gag and gurgle.
It takes me longer than needed, but I finally pull out his cock. We’re standing so close together, his length presses against mine as soon as it’s out of its confinements, his crown shoving itself against my groin.
And it doesn’t feel bad.
I…I don’t hate it.
“That’s it.” His fingers ease from the back of my throat. “Wrap your hand around us. Make it good.”
I try, but that’s kind of impossible, considering how criminally huge we both are. I can barely fit my cock while my fingers graze his.
My eyes trail down, stealing a look, and the view leaves me parched.
We’re both so hard that angry purple veins extend across our skin, and my precum is drenching his jeans in a fucking mess.
The scene is shamelessly vulgar.
It’s almost too raw, too intimate to witness.
And it’s me and a man.
A man’s cock is all over mine, and it’s making me throb so badly, I’m about to burst.
It’s not even like the time in the locker room, where he did everything, and I made myself believe I had no choice. Or that I at least wasn’t looking at his face.
This time, it’s my hand on our cocks. Mine.
“You struggling, baby?” He speaks so close to my mouth, I inhale his words instead of hearing them. “Our cocks are so huge, it’s a hassle to fit us anywhere, isn’t it? Let me help.”
He crowds me, pushing me firmly until my back is blended with the bricks. He releases my wrist, only to press his palm against mine on the wall. And the crazy motherfucker actually threads his fingers through mine as if we’re…what?
Fucking lovers?
I’m about to punch him to the next planet, but I get distracted.
Because he’s thrusting his cock against mine through the curl in my fingers. A bolt of pleasure strikes down my spine as all my blood rushes to my dick, precum spurting out.
“Look at you leaking all over the place.” The vibration of his deep, gruff voice against my skin drags me closer to the edge. “What a mess.”
He licks that spot behind my ear, and I get on my tiptoes, squirming.
“My mess,” he growls in my ear.
And my balls draw up.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the relentless, rough yet firm pace at which he’s thrusting his cock against mine, or his words, or the way he’s touching me, but I’m so close.
Every time his crown bumps against my groin, a rush of scandalous pleasure sparks in my bones. I can’t help the moans and groans that rip out of me.
“Mmm, fucking hell. You feel so good, baby.” He bites on the slope of my neck, close to my jaw, and I grunt as pain mixes with pleasure. “It’s as if you’re not real.”
Am I not…?
The question is a jumble of words and emotions as I tilt my head, my eyes drooping shut. It’s better if I’m not real and this isn’t happening, but why is every particle of my being fighting against the idea?
“But it is real. You and I are so very real,” he mumbles against my skin, licking and nibbling on my neck as if he’s thirsty and I’m the only oasis in the desert. I’ve never witnessed this level of intense physical touch before, and here I thought I was the shit with the ladies. But the harsh reality is that I’ve never touched them the way Marcus touches me, like he’s…worshipping my body.
And now, I’m thinking of all the other people who’ve gotten this as well.
I tighten my grip on our cocks, and he grunts deep in his throat, then bites me again, the asshole.
My breathing is so heavy and chaotic, I don’t know how or what to think.
“That’s it. Thrust your hips, baby. Make yourself come all over my cock.”
I moan, not caring in the slightest that I’m basically fucking my cock against his, my crown shoving itself on his groin, leaking precum everywhere on him.
“I know what you need,” he speaks low in my ear, then bites down on a sensitive spot on my neck as he thrusts his fingers to the back of my throat.
The pain sends me over the edge.
I release the most animalistic noises, mumbling nonsense as I come on his cock, jeans, and groin.
I’m marking him.
That’s all I think of as jets of cum cover him.
I go on for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever stop coming. The whole time, Marcus is thrusting brutally against my cock, and the rough friction makes my lips open wider.