Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I thought you’d left me.”
“There is and never will be anyone else,” Day moaned. “But I wanna be first in your world. Nothing should come before me, Cash. Not our jobs, not the team, no kingpins, or dealers, and damn sure not another man’s assumptions.”
God lowered his head, his lips hot against Day’s temple. “They won’t. I swear.”
They dried off in hurried, fumbling motions, water still dripping from their bodies as they fell into bed.
His skin was oversensitive as God climbed on top of him and kissed his way across his ribs.
“I need to remind you that no man is to ever touch what’s mine.”
Day tangled his fingers in God’s hair as he circled his tongue around his nipple, flicking and sucking it until his hips jerked off the bed.
Day moaned, arching and grinding his cock against God’s hard length. The friction was too much after so long.
“Fuck, Cash…” he groaned, his eyes falling shut.
God gripped his thighs. “Spread ’em wider.”
Day obeyed, letting his knees fall open. He thought he’d hyperventilate when God settled between his thighs as if he would be there a while.
God ran his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling it around the head, and sucking until he was nearly sobbing.
God took him into his mouth, inch by inch, until he’d swallowed him whole.
The heat and wetness made Day’s vision go white.
God’s wide shoulders kept him open as he bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks, every pull and slide making his toes curl.
“I’m gonna—”
His legs were shaking.
It’d been too long since he’d gotten off by something besides his right hand and a toy.
God released him with a wet pop.
Day was breathless. “Asshole.”
God licked along the seam of Day’s balls, then farther down, nosing the sensitive skin behind them.
He dropped his head back onto the pillow, lifting his hips. “Oh fuck…”
He had just caught his breath before God spread his ass open wider and dove in, licking a long, wet stripe over his hole.
Day cursed, grabbing fistfuls of the comforter.
God licked him again, slower, pressing the tip of his tongue inside, the sensation shooting straight up his spine.
“Oh my fuckin’…”
God rumbled a laugh and kept licking, working him open before he grabbed the lube out the night stand.
A thick finger joined his tongue, circling and pressing until Day was rolling his hips to take more.
Three fingers and too many minutes later, God lifted his head, eyes blazing. “You ready for me?”
Day nodded frantically. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
God slicked himself, stroking his cock while he stared at Day as if he were about to ravish him harder than he ever had before.
Day wrapped his own hand around God’s cock, helping him, the thick weight of him always so perfect in his palm.
God groaned, and Day hooked his legs around God’s waist and pulled him close.
God lined himself up, eyes locked on his.
He pushed in slowly, the wide head breaching and stretching him.
Day sucked in a ragged breath, the burn sharp and perfect.
“Fuuuck…”
God paused halfway when Day dug his nails into his shoulders.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
God groaned, shuddering as he eased the rest of the way in.
Day let out a broken cry, clenching around his husband’s thickness.
God buried his face in his neck, his voice hoarse. “I can never lose this…”
Day licked and bite God’s earlobe. “Then don’t.”
God pulled out halfway, then drove back in.
Day’s world narrowed to heat, friction, and pleasure as he clawed at God’s back. He clamped his legs tighter as God set a steady, relentless pace.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, wet and obscene.
Day’s voice cracked with each thrust. “Cash—fuck—harder—”
God shifted the angle, pounding into him so deep Day thought he might black out.
He cried out when his husband’s cock dragged over that perfect spot inside him.
God slipped his big hand between their bodies and fisted his dick, stroked him in time with his thrusts, squeezing him just right.
“Come all over me,” God panted.
Day gasped, the pressure rising.
His whole body seized as he came, spilling hot against God’s stomach, crying out his name.
The moans God made was primal as he slammed in deep and stayed buried as he spilled inside him, coming so hard he collapsed on top of him.
They stayed that way for a long time, bodies pressed tight, hearts hammering against each other’s.
God lifted his head, wet hair falling over Day’s forehead.
They stared into each other’s eyes and communicated with each other the way they had since they’d met.
In silence.
“Forgive me.”
Day nodded, brushing God’s lips gently, kissing him slow in a way that offered promises and understanding.
“Cash, I need you to fight for me as fiercely as you fight for this city.”
“You’re first and always will be.”
God squeezed his eyes shut a moment before he opened them again. “I promise.”
Day finally had the opportunity to say to God—to his partner and husband—what he’d been feeling for months about their stressful job.