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)
Letting his cock fall from my mouth, rising over him, staring into his eyes, I told him, “Don’t want you lookin’ for someone else to take care of you.”
“I only want you, ever. You know that.”
I yanked him around, manhandling him, and pinned him against the wall. “Turn.”
He was shivering as he moved, and I placed his hands on the dark, smooth wood of the wall. I stripped off his pants and briefs from where they were gathered around his knees and had him step out of them. Just looking at him, clutching the wall, legs braced apart, waiting for whatever I was going to do to him, had me hard and leaking.
“Stay.”
“Yes, sir.”
I was back in moments, putting a towel on the floor under him, then dribbling lube over his crease. He jolted, his cock grazing the wall, and when he tried to move, I shoved him forward, bending him further and sliding a finger into his firm, round ass.
“Weber,” he moaned, pushing back as I pushed in.
“We all need you, Cy. You make everything work. Never doubt it. Never have a minute of uncertainty. It’s you, I swear it.”
“I love the others, I do, but I need you, Web, want you.”
“You want me to want you, need you?” I added a second finger and then a third to his greedy hole. I massaged and rubbed, waiting for the tight muscles to loosen as I kissed up the side of his neck, nibbling along the way.
“Yes,” he barely got out.
“Well, I do, Cy,” I said, opening him up, relaxing his muscles.
“More,” he begged. “Please.”
He was trying to suck my flesh inside, and I wanted to feed him my cock, but I had to wait until I was sure he was ready. I would never, ever hurt him.
“Web!” he gasped. “Hurry.”
I would show him how necessary he was.
Spreading his cheeks, I pressed my wide head to his entrance.
“Weber, baby…please.”
I sheathed myself to the hilt in one intense forward plunge.
“Web!”
Luckily, the walls were thick and the dinosaur movie was loud.
“Love…”
I slid out a little, only enough to feel his muscles contract, ripple around me, before I pressed forward, harder, deeper on the second thrust.
“Grab your cock, Cy,” I ordered him, my breath in his ear before I sucked the silky lobe into my mouth. The noises he was making—whines, cries, groans—were driving me right out of my mind. The man was beautiful as he came apart in my hands, and watching him, feeling him around me as I buried myself inside him, had me too close. “You need to come, Cy. You’re making me crazy, and I won’t last.”
“Weber…”
“You’re mine,” I told him as my hips snapped forward, hammering into him, wanting to be buried as deep as I could.
“Oh yes,” he rasped, and I could feel him shaking. “Please, I need to just be yours.”
I lost track of everything but the man in my arms, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, the sound of his breathing. How could I have ever thought I wouldn’t be spending the rest of my life with him?
“Web,” he begged, his voice cracking with emotion.
He needed me to do what I never thought was my right but always had an inkling of. I had to lay down the rules of my home just as I’d done with Lyn’s boys before they moved in. I had to say how things would be.
I took a breath as I held him, as I fucked him.
“Weber…”
God, he needed me before he fractured in front of my eyes. “Listen, in this house, under this roof, you surrender to me. Everything is mine: your fears, your hopes, all of it. Put it all on me. I can carry it. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll love you no matter what because you belong to me.”
“You promise?”
“I swear. Now let go.”
“Show me.” His voice shook.
I shoved my hips forward, pushing inside impossibly deep, and his breath caught as my left arm wrapped around him, across his chest, holding him, pressing him back against my heart and also allowing him to see it.
He had to see. To glimpse the thick gold ring he’d put on my finger three months ago, the ring I never took off, the ring that told the world I was now a married man. That’s what he needed. It tore the orgasm from him every single time.
“Fuck!” he roared, cum splattering the wall at the same time I filled his rippling channel that tightened viselike around my cock.
We were both heaving for breath, panting, him with his hands braced on the wall, head back, eyes closed, shivering, riding the wave of aftershocks rolling through his body. And me behind him, hands now gripping his hips, my body suddenly freezing.
I could not have moved if my life depended on it.