Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I know it is, my wild little hurricane. It’s hard for me too.”
“What are we going to do about it?” he asks as he rubs his face against mine again. “I like this. I wanna feel it rub against my hole.”
This time it’s me who trembles. “Jesus, you’re going to make me come already. Be a good boy. If I’m going to touch you for the first time, I want to make it last.” I cup the back of his head, pull him closer, make him rub against me rougher. “As for what we’re going to do…that depends on you. I want you as my friend first and foremost. I want you to come to me when you need something…no matter what it is, but I think we also need to be realistic. We both have a whole lot going on. I just got out of an eighteen-year marriage. Now’s not the time to rush into anything serious.”
There’s a short pause and then he speaks close to my ear. “Were you under the impression I want something serious with you?” My grip on him tightens when he sucks my earlobe.
“No…” My fucking eyes roll back. Goddamn, he’s good at this. “But what I have to say next might be a deal breaker for you…” I slip my hand down the back of his pants and cup his ass cheek. “If we’re going to play…and I’m fucking tired of pretending this isn’t exactly where we were going to end up the whole time, I’m not going to share you, either. Again, friends first and foremost, but if we fuck too, your ass will only be mine.”
He stiffens, but I keep going. “I’ll be real good to it. And I know you’ll be real good to me too, that’s why my cock will only be in you.”
“You planned this,” he says as he rolls his hips, rubbing my dick through our clothes. “You knew I couldn’t say no with this big fucking cock against me.”
“Tell me what you want, Derek. It’s all about what you want.”
He leans back so he’s looking me in the face now and says, “I already said I want you, Daddy.”
Which I know is his way of agreeing. It’s a whole lot easier than straight-up saying we’re committing to fucking around exclusively. “That’s a good boy,” I tell him before cupping his face in my hands. The words make my body throb. Like they’ve been there, waiting for me to utter them for years. Waiting to be let loose while I’m talking to another man like this.
My hands still on both sides of his face, I pull him toward me, my lips slamming down over his. Derek’s mouth opens, and I slip my tongue inside and Christ, he tastes so fucking good. He keeps moving, riding my lap like my dick is inside of him as I push my tongue in deep. I let it explore every part of his mouth and when Derek moans, I damn near blow my load right there.
My hands travel down his back as we make out like a couple of teenagers. When I get to the edge of what I’m assuming are pajama pants he lounges around the house in, I keep going, shoving them in so I can palm his ass cheeks again and wonder what it feels like to push my cock between them to take his hole.
“We’re wearing way too many clothes,” Derek says after pulling his mouth from mine. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans. Once they’re open, he leans up so I can lift my ass and then he starts to pull them down. The second my dick springs free he nearly fucking purrs. “I knew you’d have a fat cock. I’m gonna rock your world.”
My pants reach mid-thigh and I sit back down, stopping him. “Yeah, I know you will. That’s one of the reasons I’m not getting in your ass right now. I know when I have a taste of your hole, it’s going to be a long time until I’m ready to get out of it. That’s not what you need tonight.”
“Huh?” Derek starts, “I thought—” But then I’m kissing him again, and he wraps his hand around my dick and starts to stroke. I already wanna blow. Want my come all over his hands and chest and face.
When my mouth slides down his neck, he asks, “Do you just want me to suck you? I can suck you.”
My response is to growl at him. “You’re doing it again. Don’t make me stop.”
I pull my hands out of his pants, lift him, and turn him so he’s lying on his back, his body running the length of the couch. With one jerk of his pants, they slide down and I shove them to the floor. “You have a pretty cock,” I tell him, running my finger from base to tip. It’s long and slightly curved, his pubes very neatly trimmed down. “First one I ever touched that isn’t my own.”