Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Fuck me!” I demanded.
Flynn responded by licking the sensitive shell of my ear.
“Did you want me to fuck you in the ass? Or do you want my cock in your mouth? And where do you want my hand? On your dick or do you want to try something new?”
The nip on my earlobe had me shouting, “Anything! I need to come!”
As soon as I said the last word, Flynn’s dick drove into me.
Hard.
I shouted in relief as he began thrusting into me. He once again held me in place by putting his hand on my hip. The other, though, he put on my throat, not with enough pressure to scare me but just enough that he could control every part of my body, not merely my lower half.
Flynn slammed into me and stopped. He forced my upper body back so that our bodies were lined up. He drove into me again and stopped just as the head of his dick was about to leave my body. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.
I’d been with plenty of dominant men before, but none could hold a candle to Flynn. The other men had simply ordered me to bend over and proceeded to comment on how good it felt to be inside of me. They’d never once asked what I wanted. Flynn, on the other hand, liked besting himself. Every time we were together, I was certain that my orgasms couldn’t be better, but he’d proven me wrong each time. He’d taught me that there was fucking and then there was fucking. Flynn could say and do the filthiest things to me and yet it was all for me.
“Yes,” I bit out. Flynn slammed into me again.
“Say it again!”
“Yes!”
I was rewarded with another hard thrust that hit my prostate. My knees buckled as a powerful tremor hit me.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded.
“You, Flynn. I belong to you.”
Flynn’s grip tightened on my throat and then he started fucking me for real. He managed to hold my body still as he rammed into me over and over. It felt so good, I was sure my body would implode.
“Don’t stop, Flynn. Please,” I begged.
“I won’t, baby,” Flynn whispered into my ear. “Let me take care of you.”
I managed a nod.
The hand Flynn had on my hip wrapped around until he was able to grip my painfully hard dick. I was so sensitive that I cried out at the contact. Flynn nailed my prostate again, distracting me long enough that he could wrap his fingers around my shaft. His hand was wet, either from spit, cum, lube, or all of the above. I didn’t care because my dick easily slid through his grip which was tight enough to apply the perfect amount of pressure. He began alternating between fisting my cock and thrusting into me. Thankfully, he only did it a few times and then we were in the home stretch. Even with Flynn pounding into me as he stroked my cock with fast, heavy drags, I could still hear him whispering into my ear.
“Love you so much, baby.”
If I could have spoken, I would have said the words back, but I was out of breath, my ass was on fire, and my dick felt like it would explode at any moment.
I lost all sense of reality after that. All I could do was chase down the orgasm that was just beyond my reach. I could feel the start of it everywhere, but my body refused to let me go. It wasn’t until Flynn said, “Come for me” that my body obeyed. I wasn’t sure whether I screamed or not as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body was racked with violent jerks as Flynn’s calloused hand worked my dick. I began to sob because the relief was that powerful. The pleasure kept going on and on, but just as it began to waver, he came deep inside of me.
The sensation sent another round of brutal pleasure through me. I was being burned from the inside out and I loved it. I loved knowing I’d pleased Flynn. I loved knowing that despite the control he’d demonstrated, whenever he came inside of me, he was anything but controlled. His dick rammed into me with no finesse as he crossed that line. He was still using my ass to milk his cock as he rode out his orgasm. Between his strokes, the sound of him shuttling his dick through the hot cum inside me, and the way he turned my head and kissed me, it was enough to kick off another orgasm. I wouldn’t have thought it possible to come a second time but, as usual, Flynn managed to surprise me.
I was shaking uncontrollably by the time it was all over. Flynn’s cock slipped free of my body just before he turned me around and locked his arms around me to keep me upright. He made love to my mouth for a couple of minutes and then eased me down to the sleeping bag he’d brought. It was much thicker than the blanket he’d used the first time we’d been up here. I moaned when Flynn gently slid his dick back inside of me. There was no way he’d be able to make me come again and I doubted he’d recovered enough to get himself off, but he didn’t even try. He just rocked back and forth inside of me. I wasn’t sure who’d become more obsessed with listening to the sound of him gliding in and out of his own cum. I personally couldn’t get enough of it.