Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“We don’t need to resort to a quickie this mornin’,” I murmured. I pulled him back some more so I could slip a hand between his legs and stroke his cock. He moaned like a slut. “That’s my baby boy. Moan for me.” I went back to tongue-fucking his sweet little ass, and he arched his back and cried out.
“You fucking beast,” he whimpered. “I swear, that’s what I’m gonna call you from now on.”
The beast and his pup? I liked that.
“How badly do you want your beast to fuck you?”
He groaned and pushed against me. “So fucking bad. Please, Bo. Please fuck me. I need your big cock. I need it.”
Music to my ears.
I held out for another few minutes before I caved to both our needs. Then, with a tight grip on his hips and a bit of oil on my cock, I rammed into him, causing the headboard to crash against the wall.
Leighton choked on a breath.
I groaned as the pleasure washed over me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It’d been a while since we hadn’t had to stay quiet or hurry up, so I took my time and went rough. I wanted him loud, and I wanted him desperate. Over and over, I pushed my cock in and out of him to elicit those sweet-ass pleas and cries.
Now that he was comfortable with tongue-fucking, and getting off on it, I had more fantasies I wanted to turn into reality. Like tying him to my bed and sucking him off, but he wouldn’t be allowed to come if he moved. Like fucking him in a more public space. Like denying him for a while until he was on his knees and begging for me.
“Let’s hear you choke, baby.” I eased back on my heels and yanked him with me, and I slid a hand up his throat. “Fuck yourself on me as hard as you can.”
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
He was so indescribably beautiful, especially in moments like this one. His walls were down, his filters were gone, and he obeyed his urges. And me.
I kissed his neck and latched on, tasting his skin, while he went to town on me.
My hands were all over his perfect body.
I’d never get enough of him.
Jesus fucking Christ, I really couldn’t get enough. No matter how roughly I grabbed at him, I needed more. I needed his tongue with mine, his heels digging into my ass, and—fuck it. Without warning, I lifted him off me and threw him down on the mattress. I gripped his leg to turn him over, and then I pounced. I wrapped his legs around my hips, pushed my cock against him, and slammed in.
He cried out and nearly arched off the bed, quickly followed by his pulling me down on him. We met in a hungry kiss, and I got what I wanted. We made out as I fucked him into the mattress, and time lost its meaning.
Whenever we got close, I brought us back down again.
Lungs burning, perspiration beading, muscles protesting, red marks forming, and the frenzy increasing, we came at each other like animals and rolled around the bed until it was a mess of twisted sheets and—shit, a pillow knocked over the light on my nightstand.
He let out a breathless laugh that morphed into a moan, and we switched positions again. We were getting there. He was back on all fours, and he gripped the headboard, panting, gasping, and pushing back against me. He met every fucking thrust, and the rougher I got, the needier he became.
Goddamn dream come true.
I sucked in a breath and screwed my eyes shut.
“I gotta come,” he whimpered. “Please, Bo. Please, please—fuck.”
“Let go,” I said, out of breath. Mouth dry. Too close. “I’m there with you.”
He let out a long groan and stroked himself off faster, and I pounded into him, ready to surrender to my own orgasm.
He wasn’t the only one getting loud. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, sharp and forceful, and I groaned and let my head fall back as the climax crashed down on me. Holy fuck, just like that. I fucked him as hard as I could, and his tight little ass milked my cock as I filled him.
I slowed down eventually, the euphoria fading and leaving shivers behind, and I blinked and panted.
I saw his back. His hips. My fingers digging in. Christ. I loosened my hold. Blotchy red marks everywhere.
I dipped down and rested my forehead in the curve between his shoulder blades, and we kinda fell down on the mattress together.
“You’re incredible,” he croaked. “Like, what the fuck just happened?”
A breathless chuckle slipped out, and I kissed his neck. “It’s all you.” He did this to me. He made me react so strongly. Feel so strongly.
“We need a shower and a nap before we face the holiday shoppers,” he said.