Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“You’re so good at taking my dick. You’re going to want to ride it every fucking day.”
“You’re not that good,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“You did it. You got me all in. You’re all full of me.”
It’s not until he says it that I realize his groin is pressed against my ass. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, pet.”
Shai makes a sharp hissing sound, pulls back, and thrusts forward again. It doesn’t start out great, but each pump of his hips feels better and better, each time his dick or that fucking piercing hits my prostate, my pleasure ramps up, like someone is hitting a supercharge button inside me, shooting me higher and higher.
I fumble the lube bottle on the counter, squirt some in my hand, then swat his away, jacking myself off while he takes me. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
“Oh, you will, Cherry. You’ll feel me for a while after that.” Now both his hands are on my hips, blunt, black nails digging into my skin as he slams into me over and over. We take sharp breaths, make hungry sounds, the two of us making some kind of music together.
It feels good, amazing, really, different and exciting, which is what I was looking for, but I don’t feel what I think Ollie felt that night. This is sex, really fucking good sex, but sex all the same. For Ollie, it was like he was transcending into another world, and that’s what I want. Maybe it’s because this is my first time…
“Harder,” I order, and Shai listens, squeezing so tight I know he’ll leave bruises, fucking me into the island like his life depends on it.
“God, I can’t wait to make you come. Do you know how powerful it feels to fuck you? Like I really took a prize, really captured something no one else could have.”
I want that for him, want him to have that high.
I push back against him, changing the angle slightly. “There. Right there. Fuck yes.” I work my hand faster on my shaft, my balls tight and full and ready to unleash. When I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, my pet’s teeth digging in, I can’t hold back. Cum spurts from the head of my cock, all over the counter, spurt after spurt, like there’s a never-ending supply. His movements become more erratic behind me, sharp and fast until he’s grunting and his dick twitches in my ass, Shai succumbing to an orgasm of his own.
When we’re done, his forehead rests against my back, both of us breathing heavily.
“That was…amazing. I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” he says, slowly pulling his softening dick from my ass. “What did you think?”
“I think we’re definitely doing that again.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Shai
That was hands down the best orgasm of my life.
When Rory suggested his little game of hunting, I wasn’t sure what to think. It was intriguing in theory, but I didn’t know how it would translate in practice. Chasing him was…exciting, got all my senses involved—smelling his cologne, what I can only describe as an almost amber scent but deeper, with notes of vanilla; holding my breath, listening for any sound he might make. The whole fucking thing was a rush, and I’m definitely on board with us doing it again.
“What should I do with the condom?”
“Eat it?” he replies flippantly.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Well, what do you want me to tell you? Throw the fucker away.”
“Where’s the trash?”
Rory bends down, pulls his phone from his pocket, and presses something. The lights come on.
“You know it’s ridiculous to have an app to do that, right?”
He shrugs. “It is what it is. I’m gonna go clean my ass. I’ll be right back.” Rory pulls his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then disappears down the hallway.
I get rid of the condom, then wet some paper towels, wash off my groin, and get dressed.
Is he doing okay in there? I did my best to be careful with him, knowing it was his first time. I can’t figure out what the hell to think about Rory, but I don’t want to have hurt him. I don’t want to be the source of sexual trauma.
I pace the kitchen that’s the size of half our trailer, until a few minutes later, when I smell the scent of a vape pen and hear his footsteps as he comes into the room.
“Want some?” He holds it out for me.
“Sure.” I take it, our fingers brushing, and damned if I don’t feel an unfamiliar tingle where our skin met.
What the fuck was that?
“Um…are you good?” I ask Rory.
He frowns. “Why the fuck would you ask me that? I just jizzed my brains out of my dick.”
I roll my eyes. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t go too hard or hurt you.”