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)
He goes still, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his cock drenches my hand with precum.
“Oh, baby. Your greedy hole is demanding to have my cock inside. It wants me to fuck you raw here and now. Like a goddamn animal.”
He bites on his lower lip, hard, but I release his ass and slide my fingers between his lips and pull down on his jaw, my fingers clamping down on his teeth. “I told you not to do that. You’ll bleed.”
“D-do something,” he whispers against my fingers, and the stuttering is killing me.
Preston is a menace. An asshole through and through. But when I’m touching him like this, he’s just my beautiful prince with masochistic tendencies.
I remove my fingers from his mouth and grab his ass cheek again. “Something?”
“It burns,” he says in a lower voice. “Go all the way in or pull out.”
“Which one do you want?” I lick that tattoo behind his ear, nibbling as I release a gruff noise. “In or out?”
It takes all my willpower to remain still. My cock is aching to pound him into the door, take it all out on his body.
But I truly don’t want to fuck him for the first time in a mechanic shop’s storage room. It just doesn’t fit him.
If he says the words, though, I don’t think I can resist.
I’m holding on to my last thread of patience here. My muscles are all bunched up, my hips straining to remain still.
I lick the shell of his ear and he shivers. “What do you want me to do, Preston?”
“I don’t care,” he says in a dead, emotionless voice.
“In that case.” I pull out, even as my entire body protests and precum glistens on the tip of my cock.
Preston’s eyes widen, and I think I see a flash of disappointment, but it disappears too soon. Maybe I imagined it.
I jerk myself a few times. It doesn’t take me long. I’ve been on the verge of coming since I breached his tight rings of muscles.
My balls draw up, and I release a groan. “Take my cum like a good boy.”
He lets out a huff, and then I’m spurting all over his ass, painting the red skin with my cum.
Preston hisses, then grunts because I still have his cock in my hand, and he’s so sensitive and on the edge.
“L-let me come.”
“No.”
“You already came on my ass, prick.”
“You made that bargain, not me.” I tug on his cock once, then stop. “This is your punishment for ignoring me.”
“Oh…fuck…”
Jerk. Stop. “Stay with me, baby. We’ve only just gotten started. I can edge you for hours.”
“Ungh…shit.”
Jerk. Stop.
His noises of frustration and arousal are music to my ears.
He lets out a long puff of air. “What do you want, Marcus?”
“Us being exclusive.”
“You said you didn’t want that earlier!”
“I don’t want it as we currently are, no.” Jerk. “If you agree to be more cooperative, I do want it.”
“W-what does being cooperative mean…fuck!”
“No ignoring or ghosting.” Jerk. “Communicating properly.” Jerk. “Meeting regularly.” Jerk. “No using me to fuck, then disappearing. I’m not your sex doll.”
“That sounds like a relationship.”
I grin as I stop. “If that’s what you want, I can be convinced.”
“It’s not…fuck…I want to come…”
“Is that a yes to my terms?”
“Yes…”
“Say that again.”
“I said yes, asshole! Just let me…c-come.”
“Hmm.” Jerk. “That means I better not see girls throwing themselves at you, baby.”
“I should be the one who says that.”
I chuckle. “Won’t be happening again.”
“Good or I’ll kill them and you…”
“Such a menace.”
“Mff…now let me come, I’m so close…”
I release him and pull away, and he jerks up. “Why the fuck did you stop. I said yes!”
“Uncorrelated. A punishment is a punishment. Us being exclusive is something else.” I step away. “Dress up. We’ll celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
I lick the tattoo behind his ear and whisper in low, dark words, “The fact that you’re now mine, my prince.”
21
PRESTON
Marcus’s idea of a celebration is taking me on a ride, and he drives the motorcycle like a madman.
It’s actually fucking intoxicating!
I didn’t know motorcycle riding could feel surprisingly liberating. Yes, Jude has talked about it before, and I have ridden a bike on my own, but it wasn’t as special.
Not that the ride with Marcus was special.
Fine, so clinging to him the whole way and feeling the contracting of his solid muscles beneath my grip might have contributed to the enjoyment.
Listen, I’m not even going to try talking to my brain about it at this point. I’ve been edged to within an inch of my life—something I didn’t think I’d enjoy, but surprise, my newfound sexuality definitely did.
Being glued to him as he drove helped relieve the ache yet made it worse at the same time.
The bike rolls to a halt in the neighborhood with only a few functioning streetlights, and my arms are still securely wrapped around his waist.
My thighs are against his large ones, my chest pressed to his muscular, broad back, and most importantly, I’m breathing him in with every inhale. And he smells ethereal. It’s not really about cologne or soap—it’s him. The way his natural scent mixes with leather and his woodsy aftershave affects me more than it should.