Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He stood up, his perfectly sculpted and muscular body practically glittered in the morning light, looking like it belonged to a Greek god who’d come down from his throne just for me. His abs rippled as he slid out of his boxers and let them fall to the ground at his feet. I stepped out of my shorts and then leaned in and licked the V-muscles that made a smooth runway down toward his perfect cock. I held him in both hands and gave him some of the same treatment he gave me. He moaned loudly as I took him in my mouth. He tasted just as good as he smelled. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Shit, Miles, that feels so good.”
“Mm-hmm?” I said with my mouth full of dick. I pulled back and licked my way down to his balls, gently sucking them in my mouth while I stroked his leaking and soaking wet cock. I swapped hands and I went under his legs and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer to me. He moaned even louder as I pressed between his cheeks, finding his hole, teasing him with my slick fingers.
I pushed in. He gasped and straightened his body as he took me inside. I sat back and stroked him with one hand while I fingered him with another. He was completely succumbing to my touch. His knees shook and his lips formed the shape of an O as pleasure coursed through him.
I continued for a moment longer before he pulled off my finger and pushed me back on the bench. “I need to sit on that big cock,” he said. I loved his hunger for bottoming lately. We worked so well when it came to sex. Both of us enjoyed giving and taking, it just depended on the mood, but that willingness to flip made sex so much more enjoyable. Being locked into certain roles never felt fun to me. Why not use all of the tools god had given us, after all?
We didn’t need lube. Not with how slick my cock had become with all the pre-cum. He climbed onto my lap. The bench squeaked and complained under the weight but didn’t give.
He placed both knees on either side of me and leaned back, his ass rubbing up against my cock, his own dick leaking onto my tank top. I gripped his hips and guided him downward. His eyes popped open and his eyebrows rose as my dick pushed in.
“That okay?” I asked, going slow at first even though I knew he could take it.
“Mm-hmm,” he said and answered by sinking back even more, pulling me inside him. His heat was deliciously overwhelming. Becoming one with him gave me so much life. It was all I craved in this world. I held him there, kissing his chest, holding myself inside him and pressing his cock against me. I looked up into his eyes as my cock throbbed inside him.
“I fucking love you,” I said, slowly pulling out before pushing in. “So fucking much.”
“Show me how much you love me,” Dylan said, flames flickering in his gaze.
“Yeah? You want me to show you?” I plunged into him with one smooth, deep, powerful thrust.
He dropped his head back with a shout. “Fuck yes, yes, just like that.”
I gave him exactly what he wanted. I fucked him hard, sliding in and out, getting lost in his silky soft heat. He started to bounce on it. He began to take more control of the tempo and started to ride me like he was taming a bucking bronco. I watched his skin begin to flush red. Watched his eyebrows dip downward, his pleasure overtaking him. I could feel my own balls tightening, ready to unload. I was so hard for him. I didn’t want this to end but also wanted to feel the crash of our joint orgasm slam into us.
“I’m already close,” he groaned, leaning down to nibble on my ear.
“I can tell,” I said. “So am I.”
“Do it. Come for me.”
“You want me to come?”
“Fill me up, Miles. Please.”
The please was all I needed. I gave a feral growl as I slammed into him, stilling as I emptied myself inside him. Dylan groaned and shook above me. I could feel his cum soaking through my shirt as he released on top of me, his hole twitching and tight around my cock.
We lingered in the bliss of that moment for some time. He rested his head against my shoulder as the snow continued to fall. I didn’t even mind that my shirt was soaked through and we were a couple minutes away from being permanently cemented together. If there was anyone in this world I’d want to be connected to, it’d be Dyl.
He slowly pulled off me, grinning from ear to ear. His chest still flushed with pink, along with his neck and cheeks. I licked my lips. I wanted to memorize every single detail in this moment. Wanted to etch this memory into my brain so that it was permanent, so that whenever I felt down, I could come back to this feeling of peace and fulfillment.