Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Hint taken. But he knew about kink.
“I like Japanese bondage,” he admitted.
All right, all right. I leaned in and kissed him again. “But you’re okay with bottoming?”
“More than.” He shivered as I slipped my hands down his pants and grabbed at his ass. I hadn’t seen it yet, and I was itching to. “I like both. I, um… I actually usually prefer to top, but some guys draw out the bottom in me.”
“Some guys, huh?”
“Mmm…like you.” He dragged his hands up my abs, up my chest… “I’ve thought about you fucking me all day.”
Damn, boy.
I licked my lips and kneaded his ass. “Tongue first,” I said, kissing his jaw. “I want you on all fours in my bed within sixty seconds, and then I’mma eat you out.”
He whispered a curse and shuddered. “Um…yeah, I’m gonna shower first. I’ve been working all day.”
I let out a chuckle. “Fair enough.”
Good thing my shower fit two.
Since we were in there together, I took over again. I couldn’t help myself. My hands had to be on him at all times. I washed him, he washed me, and we made out like fucking teenagers. It was nuts. And once he was comfortable, I spun him around, and he slapped his hands to the mosaics.
I switched the showerhead to the rain function before I sank to my knees behind him.
“You haven’t asked about my kinks,” I noted.
“Because they’re clear as day.” His chuckle echoed. “You’re a Dom, right?”
I shrugged to myself. I hadn’t thought in those exact terms yet, but sure, I wanted to be in charge.
He let out a long breath as I eased my hands over his perfect ass and parted the cheeks. Now that I’d seen said ass, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d settle for a hookup. I mean, I’d known that before, but…goddamn. His ass was the sexiest fucking thing.
“Probably,” I replied eventually. “There’s a lot I wanna explore.”
I kissed his ass and licked it teasingly, and he shivered violently.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “What, um…what kinds of kinks?”
“Primal play. Daddykink, maybe. I’m not sure. I’m new at it.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb over his opening. “Sadism, definitely. Rapeplay and mindfucks.”
His breaths turned shallow. He was so turned on that his reactions couldn’t be easier for me to read.
At some point, I had to practice patience, ’cause right now, I had none of it.
I’d thought I did…
Why was I so eager with him? It was bordering on pathetic.
I gave up the moment he said, “I’m beyond ready,” all breathless and shit.
So, fuck it. He wanted it. I craved it.
I rose to my feet and stroked some oil onto my cock.
“Feel free to act out your rapeplay fantasies with me,” he said.
Mother of Christ.
We’d discuss that later, for sure.
But not right now.
I glued my gaze to where I pushed the head of my cock, and I spread the oil around his tight ass. Slow inch by slow inch, I forced myself inside him. My eyes nearly rolled back at the pleasure.
For several beats, I only heard our labored breathing and the water gushing down.
I swallowed dryly and pressed my face against his neck.
Fuck me, he felt incredible.
No wonder some people hated condoms. Having only gone bareback once with my high school boyfriend, I’d fucking forgotten. Actually, I didn’t recall it’d felt this good that time, because I’d been a fumbling idiot who’d been too nervous to enjoy it.
I squeezed Nate to me and slid my hands up and down his torso. Up to his throat, down to his cock.
“Roll your hips,” I commanded quietly. “Pull away slowly, and then push back again.”
He moaned and complied.
At the same time, I fisted his cock tightly.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” I murmured. “If you wanna get off faster, pick up the pace.”
He didn’t wait long. He realized quickly that when he pushed back against me, I moved my hand up his cock. Then when he withdrew, I stroked him downward.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “I won’t last long.”
That was okay. I wasn’t done with him. This couldn’t be our only night.
He set the pace from there on out. He fucked himself on me fast and hard, and neither of us held back. Our groans bounced and echoed in the shower, and my breaths turned shallow within minutes.
It wasn’t until I noticed he was straining, like he couldn’t go hard enough, that I took over. With a tight grip on his hip, I started fucking him harder. I stroked him too, and when he tried to help out, I batted his hand away.
“Keep your hands on the wall,” I panted.
“I’m close,” he rasped.
I took a deep breath and smelled us in the steam, all sex and body wash, and he made my mouth water. I redoubled my efforts until he finally let go with a long, breathless groan.