Risk the Fall Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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Our team won, like I knew we would. We got home and showered together, and then I told Parrish, “Get on the bed and show me your hole. You got five strikes. I think that deserves my tongue up your ass.”

“So if I didn’t get them, you wouldn’t eat me out?”

We both knew that wasn’t true.

“Baby…there’s nowhere my tongue would rather be than in your hole.”

“Just your tongue?” Parrish got on his hands and knees on the mattress, looking at me over his shoulder, tempting me.

“Every part of me.” I knelt behind him. “I was made to fuck you. You were made to be mine.” I circled his rim with my thumb and watched him tremble. “Mine to finger…mine to fuck…mine to eat my load out of.”

“Jesus, Riv. Put something inside me,” he begged.

“Stop being a bossy little bottom.”

“You like that I’m bossy but also listen. You like that I match you. Don’t pretend you don’t. Now get your tongue inside me before I take matters into my own hand.”

My dick jerked against my abs, my hunger for him just as potent, hell, maybe even more so than it had been five years ago.

I dived into his ass, licking and kissing him, tasting soap on his skin, along with his natural musk that I loved so much. I wanted to get him sweaty so I could lick him clean again, but instead I focused on softening him up, making him go crazy as he pushed back against me, riding my tongue.

I pushed two digits inside him, working him open, loving that I knew exactly how to get him onto the edge. I alternated between finger-fucking him and giving him my tongue as Parrish said my name over and over again.

I loved being dirty with him, loved that in some ways, we lived a stereotypical life, but we’d never be the everyday guys next door. Not after what we had seen or the things we were willing to do to be happy.

When I thought I was going to bust my nut just from watching him, I pulled my fingers free, lubed my aching erection, and thrust into him.

I tugged Parrish up so his back was against my chest, one of my hands on his throat, the other jerking him off while I fucked him.

We were both on edge, I could feel it in how we moved, in the way he breathed when I allowed him to have air.

I turned his head, pushing my tongue into his mouth, savoring the tight glove of his body and how I never felt as whole and as good as I did when I was inside him. That was when I was at my best, the man I was supposed to be—a good man. His man.

“Let me feel your ass milking my cock. Come for me, Parrish. Give me your cum so I can fill your ass with mine.”

He spasmed against me, his ass tightening, his body rigid as he shot his release. It was all the motivation my orgasm needed to rip from my balls and spurt into him over and over again.

He went limp against me, breathing heavily, like I fucked the life out of him.

I laid Parrish down, kissed each knot of his spine, then licked his cummy hole. When we kissed, we shared it, and then I pulled him into my arms.

“I love you so much,” Parrish said into my neck.

I never had any choice in falling for Parrish. Hell, something about him had connected me to him from the start. I’d always wanted more for him, and in that, somehow, I found more for myself too. It was worth everything we’d been through, every risk, every shitty thing that ever happened to us, that brought us here.

“I love you too.”

It was the one thing I was most proud of in my life.

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