Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
The last was spoken so softly, so gently, so full of tenderness but also wanting, and with great urgency, that my body flushed with heat.
“You’re so mine, so mine,” he chanted, and I felt him swell inside my slick, clenching channel, felt his hand on the small of my back pushing me down, holding me still, the other clutching my hip as he thrust into me, over and over, relentless and hammering as I writhed under him. “Web!”
My body tightened, balls, muscles, everything squeezing at once, and I spurted onto the comforter, shuddering with my roaring climax as Cy fucked me through it. When he collapsed on top of me, twitching with the last of his orgasm, I was finally able to breathe. Even his added weight was of no consideration.
Never in my life had I been filled with cum, felt it hot and slick inside me as well as sliding down the inside of my thighs in sticky, slippery rivulets. It felt like being branded, and the smell of it, of sex and sweat mixed together, was intoxicating. The urge to get up and run away was as powerful as the one to roll over and pull the man into my arms. I was terrified and sated and sore and joyful. What the hell?
He eased out of me slowly, carefully, and then was gone. The door opened and closed, and I was left alone in the room that was rapidly cooling. I couldn’t get my muscles to unclench enough to lie down, and I didn’t want to drop onto splattered semen, so I just stayed there, frozen, until I had feeling in my thighs again.
The door opened, I felt the cool air from the hall, and then he was there, chuckling and crooning. “Good, you didn’t move.”
“I can’t move. My muscles are locked.”
“That’s because your whole body tightened all at once.” He kissed my back, between my shoulder blades, then the base of my spine. “You felt so good. Jesus, Weber, you were amazing.”
I grunted as his hands, as warm as the washcloth, slid over my sensitized skin.
“You were,” he told me, his touch reverent, gentle, tender as he cleaned my ass and the inside of my quivering thighs.
I moved then, crawled forward and collapsed down onto the pillow as I heard him rubbing at the comforter.
“Sorry.”
“That’s what a washing machine is for,” he soothed me. “I’ll take care of it first thing in the morning. My mother will never be the wiser.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“And I wouldn’t change any part of what we just did, so get over it.”
I groaned. “I had no idea you could fuck like that. Why didn’t you ever—”
“No,” he cut me off, falling onto the bed beside me, abandoning his cleanup to curl around me. “That was so not fucking in any way, and don’t even try and play it off like it was.”
I rolled away from him, unable to meet his gaze.
He crawled over me, flopped down hard so we were face-to-face again, and put a hand on my cheek. “I made love to you, Weber Yates, and do you know why?” When I groaned, he started to laugh, but then he sobered. “Because I love you.” He exhaled deeply, his eyes softening, filling but not spilling over, and they were gorgeous and wet, and the man was just altogether breathtaking.
“Goddammit, why you wanna go and—”
“Shut up,” he said, his smile luminous through his tears.
“Cy…”
“Just say it,” he prodded, his breath choppy as he stared into my eyes.
“Why? It won’t change nothin’.”
“I think it will, and I need to hear it already.”
I opened my mouth to protest.
“I love you, Weber Yates, so much, so completely. I—”
“Jesus Christ, Cy! You know I love you,” I snapped at him irritably. “That’s not the problem! It’s never been the problem! We just—”
“Oh,” he gasped and cut me off with a kiss, arms wrapping around my neck, left leg sliding over my thigh, chests plastered together and his lips sliding, fitting perfectly like they always had, his mouth and body molding to mine seamlessly, effortlessly.
I broke away from him, ending the kiss, but he held on, keeping me there, holding me so our lips hovered close. “You ain’t listenin’ to me.”
“No, you’re not listening to yourself. As usual. You really are such an ass.”
“Cy…”
“Did I hurt you?”
“What?” I was confused.
“When I was inside you, did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me! What the hell kind of ques—”
“Because I have to tell you that I can’t wait to do that again.” He shivered. “Watching my cock slide into your beautiful—”
“Oh God, can we not talk about this, please?”
“Seeing you dripping with me was like—”
“I will seriously end you,” I growled even as he wriggled closer, the arms around my neck tightening as he whimpered in the back of his throat. “Did you hear me?”