Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Yes, what?” he snarled.
“Yes, sir,” I croaked.
His strokes eased, and he slid his fingers into my soaked hair, stroking his blunt nails over my scalp. I shivered, my throat tight with tears. I was going to cry for him, and I hadn’t cried since I was a kid. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Think you’re ready to take me?”
I didn’t know if my body was, but I knew I couldn’t wait another fucking second. I needed him inside me like I needed air to breathe. I’d fought this for years. Forced myself to keep my hands to myself for years.
I was so done fighting this. I wanted him.
“Yes,” I breathed.
15
Ivan
Seeing Adrian on his knees with his face plastered to the floor beneath me had me leaking for him. I couldn’t get him stretched out fast enough. Maybe one day, I’d take my time with him, but that day wouldn’t be today. The desperation to be inside of him, to claim him, breed him, fuck my cum deep inside of him was too goddamn strong to fight.
The moment he gave me that whispered, “Yes,” telling me he was ready for me to breach his tight hole, I began pressing in. He tensed, but then forced himself to relax, his lips parting and his eyes squeezing closed. A pained sound slipped from his pretty mouth as I pushed past that first tight ring of muscle.
A growl sounded from my chest, and my breathing stuttered for a moment as he squeezed my cock. I clenched his hip, baring my teeth down at him, even though he couldn’t see me. “Let me in,” I growled. “Come on, kotik. Your body knows what to do. Let it accept me.”
A pathetic little whine spilled from his lips, but like the good boy I knew he was, he blew out a heavy breath, then finally unclenched from around me. Releasing his hip, I placed my hand beside his head, pushing in further. A low moan crawled up my throat. Christ, he was so tight. His body was addictive. I’d already known I would never get enough of him, but this just solidified it.
Adrian was mine.
“Oh, fuuuck,” Adrian moaned. He adjusted his knees, and fuck, somehow I went deeper, my balls pressing against the curve of his ass. Leaning over him, I gripped his face and turned his head as much as I could so I could slant our mouths together. He whimpered when I fucked my tongue into his mouth, and when I pulled my hips back, then drove back inside of him with a hard, brutal thrust, he released a sound so fucking erotic, porn stars everywhere wished they sounded as good.
“I’m going to wreck you,” I growled into his mouth. “Going to make a fucking mess of you just as soon as you come on my cock, kotik. You can do it, can’t you?” I shoved his legs even further apart, and I got to watch as he eyes rolled back in his head and he cried out, the sound fucking beautiful. “That it?” I growled. “Is that the spot?” I hit it again, a maniacal grin tilting my lips when he sobbed. “Fuck yeah, it is.”
“Ivan…” he panted. “Please. It’s too—fuck,” he moaned. He began trembling as I pegged his prostate over and over, taking a sick, twisted pleasure in his oversensitivity. “Oh, God.”
“Not God,” I growled. “God doesn’t exist here. If you want to pray to someone, kotik, you pray to me. I own you. Not some fucking never-before-seen man in the sky.”
“Ivan,” he pleaded. When he opened his eyes, I leaned over him, groaning at the sight of his tears. They made his dark eyes shimmer, turning the brown irises into melted chocolate. I drove into him harder at the sight, our wet bodies smacking together. He shuddered, turning his head to look at me. “I need—I need—” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Fuck, he was so damn pretty. Wrecking him was so easy. And he was so goddamn gorgeous like this—already so fucked out on my cock, unable to complete his sentences. All he could do was feel. Feel my cock inside of him. Feel me owning him.
“You need what, kotik?” I panted, my chest heaving with each breath. The water was beginning to turn cool, and it felt damn good on my overheated skin. “Tell me what you need, kotik, and I might give it to you.”
His hand wrapped around my wrist, his fingers damn near crushing the bones there. I pulled my hand back, and he whined, shaking his head, reaching for me again. His face was pinched with… discomfort? I gritted my teeth, wanting to fix whatever had him looking like that.
I grasped his hand, pressing it flat to the shower floor, and then, I laced my fingers through his, holding him tightly, and then, he was coming. He cried out, sounding like he was trying to say my name, but it was nothing more than a garbled, choked mess. His cum painted the tile floor beneath us, and his ass clenched around me over and over and over again.