Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He looked down and smiled as he straddled my legs again and raised up on his knees. I wished I could use my hands. I wanted to grip his hips. I wanted to shove him down on my cock, making his ass eat my entire length. He was going to torment the hell out of me by moving slowly, but watching him would be amazing even if my cock ached. I fisted my good hand in the sheets to keep from touching him.
“That’s it. Now you’re going to take every inch.”
“Yes, Professor.” He smiled down at me, looking thrilled at how he was affecting me.
“Get on with it, or I’ll have to make you.”
“No, you won’t. You move that arm, and I’ll stop.”
I glared at him. “You’re going to pay for the attitude when I’m better.”
The fucker winked at me. “We’ll see.”
He took my cock in his hand and lowered his ass until the tip brushed against his hole. I sucked in my breath. I could wait. I could hold out until he did this himself.
But when he began to lower his body, I was no longer sure. His ass gripped my cock like a vise. It was nearly painful, but so fucking good. So hot. “Take a breath. You’ve got to relax.”
“How am I supposed to fucking relax when I have to take all this?”
I laughed. “You could take it all in one go.”
“Fuck, I’ll split myself in two.”
“No. You’re ready. Take me, Alex.” He started sliding down, taking more. “Don’t stop. You can do it.”
“Oh God.” His hands flexing against my chest.
“Scratch me. Dig your fingers in. I don’t fucking care. Just don’t stop.”
He whimpered and whined, gasping when he finally seated himself fully. “It feels like there’s a fucking tree in my ass.”
I grinned. “Aw, baby, that’s so sweet.”
“It feels incredible though. It’s like all I can think about is you inside me. There’s nothing else.”
I knew exactly what he meant. His ass gripped my cock, and I was laser-focused on him. “Take some deep breaths. Give yourself a minute, then you’re going to ride me. You’re going to work yourself on my cock. You’re going to shoot your load all over my chest. It’s going to feel so good. You don’t have to go slow. You don’t have to be careful. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He was starting to move his hips in urgent, tiny thrusts, back and forth. It felt like heaven.
“More. Lift yourself up until I’m almost out of you, then sit back down. Long and slow.”
I don’t know why I’d ordered him to go slow. I was tormenting myself, but he did as I said, rising up and sinking inch by inch. It felt delicious. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come. I didn’t think it was going to take much for him either. His cock was red and dripping, bouncing up and down as he slid himself along the length of my shaft.
“That’s it. Now faster.” He thrust his hips, rising and falling as he did, moving faster, harder, his movements becoming erratic.
“God, it feels so good,” he said.
“I know. More,” I demanded. I reached for his hip with my good hand. I couldn’t go another second without touching him. I clamped down, forcing him to move forward and back.
He groaned. “So good.”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Alex. This is so good. Never had anyone like this.”
“But I thought… I thought you…”
“You’re different. You’re—I don’t know—just don’t stop. Touch yourself. I want you to come.”
28
ALEX
Icouldn’t believe how out of control Dante was. I was scared he was going to try to use his injured arm, but I loved the way he gripped my hip so desperately. It made my cock even harder. I was so close. I worked my hand up and down on my shaft, so fast, so tight.
“That’s it. Keep going,” Dante growled.
I cried out, my ass clamping down on his cock as I came. Cum shot across his chest, and I loved watching. Seeing him all filthy was the hottest fucking thing.
He squeezed my hip even tighter, and I worked myself on his cock, moving faster, grinding against him until he thrust up into me, and I felt the heat of his seed exploding inside me.
I rode him until he was thoroughly drained. Sweat dripped down his face, and I could see his pulse fluttering in his neck. We shouldn’t have done this. It was too much. He wasn’t supposed to be this worked up. But my God, he was gorgeous, and it felt so fucking good to have him inside me.
“Are you okay?” I said when I thought I could get words out.
He smiled. “Never better.”
Could that really be true? “Your arm?”
He tried to wave off my concern, but his good arm flopped back onto the pillow. “My arm’s fine.”