Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I don’t understand you. How are you even real?” Anthony asks before pressing his lips to my right ass cheek. “Can I?” Another kiss. “You good for my mouth?”
“Yes.” I know my body well.
He doesn’t respond with words, instead kissing his way toward my crease, then licking it from top to bottom. My hole clenches when his tongue brushes over it, a spark of pleasure shooting up my spine. Anthony zeroes in on it again, flicking his tongue back and forth over my rim, while I fuck my dick against the bed. He buries his face in my ass, makes a meal out of me. My body is jittery and floaty, each press of his tongue or hungry moan he makes into me shooting me higher and higher.
But then he pulls back, and I swear I nearly cry. “Where are you going?”
“I finished my snack, and now I’m massaging.”
I laugh. “My boyfriend is the worst.”
“I thought I was the best?”
“You are. I can’t wait until you believe it.”
Anthony doesn’t respond, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs instead.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Anthony
“You are. I can’t wait until you believe it” battles for space in my brain with “just like I’m yours” and “I think I’m in love with you.” I can’t wrap my head around the things he says to me, how real they sound, how much I want to believe him.
I dig my fingers into his muscular thighs, wanting to show Kason even a fraction of the care he’s shown me. I work my way down his thighs, to his calves and finally his feet, smiling at each moan and sated sound. I love the way he feels, the way his muscles move beneath my hands, love knowing that the breathless sounds coming from him are due to me.
Once his feet are properly massaged, I work my way up again.
“How can something feel so good yet like torture at the same time?” Kason asks.
“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing when you did this to me. Only I’m not as patient as you, I don’t think. I need you too much.”
“I need you just as much. Come here, beautiful. Give me your mouth. Then you can sit on my face while you decide if you want to fuck me or want me to fuck you.”
My hard, aching cock twitches. How can I deny him when I want exactly what he’s asking for?
Kason rolls to his back, and I straddle him again. Our torsos are lined up, our cocks too, and I rut against him as his hands come around and grab my ass.
“You gonna give me that pretty mouth of yours? Best kisser I’ve ever had. I love having my tongue inside you. Any part of you.”
Every one of his words is like a drug to me, shooting me higher. I want to be all those things to him, want to be pretty, sexy, and the best at everything for Kason. I press our lips together, let his tongue flick inside my mouth, searching, tasting, while doing the same for him. His finger dips into my crack, rubs my rim while we thrust and kiss, hungry for each other. My hands fist in his dark hair. I want to devour him, want inside him and him inside me and for us to never be apart.
I pull back before I come just from kissing and frotting. Kason smiles up at me, knowing exactly what is happening. “Shut up,” I tell him.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“You want me. I turn you on so much, you can hardly handle it…but guess what, gorgeous? You do the same for me, and I’m ready to taste you. Get your ass up here and give me your hole.”
My dick spasms again, body feeling edgy and ready to unload. I want exactly what he says, though, need to feel his tongue on me and in me, so I turn around, scramble up his body, Kason scooting down some before he pulls my ass down on his face, rubs his tongue up and down my crease, then buries his face between my cheeks like my damn ass is the only way he can breathe. I’m dying, it feels so good. Having such a sexy, kind man be so hungry for me goes to my head like nothing else has before.
I ride his face, push back against him, whimper and moan for him. Kason growls into my ass, the sound feral and needy. His tongue flicks against my hole, pushes at my rim, working its way inside me. He eats me out like I’m his last meal, as if he’ll never get another chance at my ass and he needs it more than anything. I’m dying to bust my nut, but I’m not nearly ready for this to be over yet.