Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
After a few breaths, he did.
“I’ll stop if you want me to.” I hoped to God he didn’t want to stop.
He shook his head. “No, don’t. Please don’t.”
“Relax. Push against my finger.”
He did and I slid deeper. Then I started to open him up. In and out, using the same rhythm I was using on his cock.
“Please,” he begged.
I shook my head. “We’re taking this slowly, remember?”
Connor
I didn’t want slow. I wanted Jeremy right fucking then. I wanted… He worked a second finger into me. “Fuck!”
“Relax.” He used a soothing tone, but it didn’t help. I couldn’t even breathe.
“Can’t.”
He worked my cock faster. I clamped my hand over his, forcing him to use a tighter grip. “It hurts and it just feels so… wrong but right at the same time. It’s—” I gasped as he pulled his fingers back out. “Damn good.”
“Yeah, I know. It feels that way to me too.” He moved his fingers in and out a few times.
I couldn’t think about anything but the sensations in my ass and his hand on my cock.
“You want more, don’t you?” he asked. “You want my dick in you, so you’ll let me do this, let me get you ready.”
I thrust against his fingers, forcing them deeper, needing it just like he said. A sudden, intense sensation raced through me—something beyond pleasure, something like pure, electric ecstasy. “Jer!”
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Fuck! I… Fuck!”
He sent that painful pleasure racing through me again.
“How the hell—”
He grinned. “Say hello to your prostate.”
I’d known prostate stimulation was supposed to feel good, but Jesus Christ, I hadn’t thought it could be like that.
He continued to finger fuck me, sometimes hitting that sweet spot inside and sometimes not, but making me anticipate it every time. Soon, I was writhing under him, thrusting up to get more friction on my cock then pushing down to take his fingers as deep as they would go. “Enough. Fuck me now!”
He chuckled as he pulled his fingers from my ass. He rose to his knees, rolled on a condom, and slicked his cock. He watched me as he stroked himself. “You ready for this?”
“Fuck, yes.” I didn’t want to wait another second.
He smiled at me, and that, more than any sexy words, more even than the insanely amazing sensations he created in me, made me want him. But I didn’t only want sex, I wanted everything. I wanted Jeremy to truly be mine. I needed to find a way to get over my paralyzing fear of coming out. I’d faced down horrors most people couldn’t even imagine, but disappointing the man who’d saved me—in so many ways—was more terrifying than any of it.
He pushed my legs until they were doubled up on my chest. I held my breath as I felt the tip of his cock push against my ass.
“Breathe, damn it!” he admonished me. “And push out against me.”
I tried to obey, but my ass was in lockdown mode. And my mind was fighting too. I didn’t deserve something this good. Jeremy was so beautiful and loving, and I had too much blood on my hands.
He worked himself a little deeper. My ass burned, and I still couldn’t manage to relax.
Jeremy stroked the side of my face. “Are you okay?”
I opened my eyes. I didn’t even remember closing them.
“That’s right. Look at me. Stay right here with me.”
I looked into his eyes. They were full of concern for me but also dark with desire. I exhaled and sank into the mattress. He really did care, and I was going to hold onto that thought like a rope thrown to a drowning man. When my muscles finally loosened, Jeremy drove in deeper, pushing past my barriers and filling me with burning pleasure.
“Oh my God!” His cock seemed to stretch me wide open. It hurt and yet it felt so right. It was exactly what I needed.
“I’ll give you time to adjust,” he said, his voice strained, probably from the effort of holding back. He was so fucking patient. “Let me know when you want me to move.”
I growled. “Right fucking now.” I’d had all the slow I could take. How was he standing it?
“Connor.” He was trying to make me reconsider, but I didn’t want to. I grabbed him and pulled him into a savage kiss. Our position was awkward with me folded up under him, but I didn’t care. When I had to stop for air, he pulled back, panting as hard as I had been. He didn’t try to go slow anymore. He thrust deep, making me cry out. Then he kept moving, in and out, the movements smoother and easier each time. The burn lessened and pleasure swamped my senses, making me wild. I wrapped my legs around him and held his hips, thrusting up to meet him.