Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Don’t move!” I ordered.
He froze, staying perfectly still.
“Circle your fingers around that place right there. Just take your time.”
As he did, I said, “That right there. You feel how that’s more tender? That’s my prostate.”
God, my dick was so fucking hard, and a string of pre-come fell onto the cement floor.
“Right there?” he asked pressing down harder.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I said as my arousal heightened, my body twitching with the sensations that soared through me. “If you keep doing that, I’m just going to shoot right now.”
He pressed his face up against the side of mine and whispered into my ear, “Oh, really. This is like the trigger? I’d heard about these before, but never felt one.”
He pressed again.
“Softer, softer. Like seriously. I’m going to spew everywhere if you handle it like that.”
He let up on it and stroked gently, and I rocked my head side to side, enjoying the energy that radiated through my body, moving from my pelvis out through my arms and legs.
He kissed up and down my neck, asking as he neared my ear, “What does it feel like?”
“It’s like when you’re right on the edge. Like your come’s built up to the point where you just know if you keep jerking off, you’re gonna blow.”
“That’s how easy it is to work you up?”
“Shut the fuck up. I led you right to the fucking detonator.”
He slowed his movements, tickling at my prostate as he wiggled his fingers subtly.
“That get you going?” he asked.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That does it.”
I rolled my head either way, unable to help myself.
“Have I earned my right to get in here yet? With my dick, I mean?”
“You think you’re ready to fuck me, Ethan?”
“I’m more than ready,” he said, pulling his fingers back out, leaving me craving him, needing him more than I figured I could. But he just got me so on edge…teetering right there, about to blow.
I turned around to him and he knelt down, placing a hand behind me and hooking around my legs, hoisting me into the air.
“What the fuck?” I asked but as he set me down on a ledge that surrounded a small pebble garden, I realized what he was doing. “I’ve got condoms and lube in my back pocket,” I told him. “We gotta play safe.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not an amateur,” he assured me as he retrieved a condom from his back pocket.
“Great minds.” I winked.
He pulled off my shoes and removed my pants and underwear before he set them beside us on the ledge and pulled down his own pants.
As he stripped down, I unbuttoned my shirt, but only managed to get the placket undone before he returned, sliding the condom onto his cock.
He retrieved a packet of lube from his back pocket and tore it open with his teeth. After slathering some lube over the condom, he discarded the packet on the ledge before saying, “Now to find that prostate the fun way.”
I spread my legs as he squatted, positioning himself and moving slowly, keeping his gaze on my ass like he was trying to make sure he was lining his dick up with my hole right.
“Just like air hockey,” I told him. He chuckled just as I felt the pressure of the head of his shaft. Then he pushed in.
I reached out to either side of me, gripping the ledge in eager anticipation.
“Yup. Looks like it’s another win for me tonight.”
“I like this game better anyway,” I said. “Not really any losers.”
As he pushed deeper, he leaned down and kissed me. Kissed me like he’d been missing my fucking lips. His tongue invaded my mouth, sweeping back and forth.
He took his time, built into his stride until I felt that fat cock of his slam against my prostate. I pulled away from our kiss and rolled my head back the way I had when he massaged his finger against it.
“Fuck, you’re right there!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, I can fucking tell,” he said, his grin cocky as ever.
He wrapped his arms under my legs before telling me, “Put your arms around me.”
Now I was the one obeying his orders.
As soon as I did, he lifted me in the air and carried me to the wall, which he rested me against as he continued fucking me. It was so much easier for him to hit my prostate in this position, and as I clawed at his back, he licked and sucked at my neck.
“Godfuckingdammit,” I said as my balls filled with so much pressure that it was nearly unbearable.
And with one more sharp movement, I felt an energy move through me that even I hadn’t fucking expected.
The come shot right through my dick and spewed all over my abdomen.
It must have been by the way I moved or the way he had me groaning, but Ethan glanced down like he was pleased with his work.