Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“One of the perks of fucking around with a linebacker,” he says before thrusting much faster, and I cling to him as he’s got me soaring, climbing higher and higher.
As we moan together, precum leaks from my cock and settles on my abs. It’s hard to concentrate on anything, but I want his lips again. As I move in for a kiss, he tilts his head back, wearing a playful expression.
“Uh-uh,” he says. “I need to save it for the right moment.”
As annoying as it is, it’s exciting too. I don’t normally like it when he teases me, but I like this kind of teasing. “Fuck, it’s no wonder everyone wants to fuck you.”
“Damn right.”
He keeps fucking me as though trying to prove himself the fuckboy he’s always been. No matter what there may have been between us in the past, there’s no denying the chemistry we discovered with our kisses is even more present while he’s fucking me. We work up a sweat, his hot breath mixing with our body heat, and I’m proud when I see him wipe the sweat that’s beading on his brow.
“That all you got?” I ask playfully.
“Like hell.”
Ryan’s clearly got a point to prove—at the least athleticism—because I’m suddenly a rag doll he’s tossing about. First crawling on his knees to the edge of the bed and stepping off so he can fuck me on my back, really showing me how fast and deep he can give it to me. I reach out to the side, taking him fully, absorbed in every delicious moment, awakening to the nuance of each movement that stimulates me, keeps pushing precum out of me.
It doesn’t feel fair, though. He’s working so hard, giving me so much pleasure, so I tell him, “Ryan, I want to ride you.”
He scoops me back up, spins around, and sits on the bed, crawling back before lying across it. I’m certain he’s only able to move so effortlessly because of his extensive training, and I’m here for it.
“See, never even have to leave that cock when you’re with me,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Definitely a perk.” I laugh, but nearly as quickly, feel another wave of ecstasy shoot through me.
But I can’t be greedy. It’s my turn to see what I can do, so I rise and fall, working to serve his fat cock. He grips my hips, his thumbs massaging my flesh as his body jerks and thrusts.
We work into a natural rhythm, something we don’t have much of a chance to experience when I’m trying to show him my limited tango moves. We speed up until my ass claps against his pelvis, my cock bobbing up and down, leaking onto his abs now.
Only I’m climbing too quickly. My thoughts scatter, my muscles locking as I keep up the pace I know is taking me to the end.
“Ryan, I’m getting too close. Fuck…are you close?”
“I can be,” he says, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can hold it—”
He pauses his work, rising up, resting his hand against my cheek. Then he draws me close until his lips are millimeters from mine. It feels like I should be coming already, my body vibrating and jerking, sensations pulsing through me.
“See, you can hold it after all,” he teases.
I tremble with sensation, my body feeling like it could burst open at any moment. My mind is swirling, fixating on each individual spark that radiates through me.
“Ry, I—” I can’t think long enough to make my request.
“I think you’re ready now,” he says, finally giving me those lips and several thrusts.
Between the way he works my mouth and how he rocks his hips, it takes me to the end.
It’s like a bullet shooting out of me, and his kiss stifles the sound of me calling out my pleasure until he pulls away to warn me, “I’m coming too. Fuck, Mart…fucking hell.”
We’re all twitches and messy kisses, our jaws clashing, our rhythm broken in a frenzy of wild movements as I feel like I’m having the longest fucking orgasm of my life. Ryan grunts, and I can tell by the way his body jerks when he’s emptied the last of his load. As he pulls back, I see mine spread across his abs, dripping down them like on a wall of rocks.
We pant, and he moves close, resting his sweat-soaked forehead against mine.
“Fuck, Mart. Who knew you were such an animal?”
“You must bring it out of me.”
“I think I put it into you.”
My face is on fire, and I’m taking quick, shallow breaths. I chuckle—wow—I can’t believe after all that just happened I’m chuckling because there wasn’t anything funny about that.
He slides out of me and disposes of the condom before returning to my bed.
“Wow,” he says, his eyes widening as he drops down at my side.