Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I cut him off with a kiss. “Good.”
“What?” His gorgeous brow furrows in confusion, and it makes me fall for him a little more.
“I don’t need it. If you want to try it, then sure, I’ll fuck you until you’re cross-eyed, but … now I know how it feels to be full of you”—a delicious shiver races down my spine—“that’s what I want. I crave it so much, and if you never want to bottom, that’s totally fine. In fact, if you never bottom, you’ll never know how good it feels, so I’ll never have to fight you for it. That arrangement sounds perfect to me.”
He chuckles softly and drops his forehead to mine. “I think I’m falling for you.”
“Well, duh.” I sweep a hand over my body, even as butterflies take flight. “Does that mean … like, I know we’ve talked about it before, but now we’re not working together, is this real? Like, do you want the dates and sleepovers and introducing me as your boyfriend?”
“All of it.” He pushes down my briefs, then lifts me, setting me down on the back of the couch. “But first, I want to fuck my boyfriend.”
Rossi ducks into my bathroom, then tosses me the lube as he comes back out and drops his briefs. He rolls the condom down his long cock as he watches me prep myself, eyes never leaving my fingers as he works himself with slow, lazy strokes.
“I’m ready,” I say.
He moans and steps forward, and as soon as he’s within reach, I coat his cock with lube. “Kiss me,” he hisses.
I do. It’s everything I need—his taste, his scent, the way his palms close warm around my waist as he pushes up against me.
“You feel so good,” I murmur against his lips.
“I’m about to feel even better.” He reaches down and presses against my hole. My entire body relaxes into the intrusion as he pushes forward, and I welcome the fullness I’m coming to crave. To need.
“I’ve changed my mind. Let’s stay in tomorrow, and you can spend the whole day inside me.”
He chuckles. “How much stamina do you think I have?”
“I didn’t say anything about fucking me.” I gasp as he bottoms out, and I swear my eyes roll back. “Yesss … just like that.” I wrap my legs around him and force him as far in as I can. It’s the most indescribable feeling, and it settles something so deep inside me I never want it to end.
Rossi rolls his hips a few times, and my head drops back on a groan.
“You’re going to need to move now.”
His lips ghost over my neck. “Make me.”
Fine. I tighten my hold around his neck and lift my weight off the couch to sink back on him. It’s awkward at first, but once Rossi supports my thighs, I’m able to find more of a rhythm. Slower than I’d like, which stops me from going over the edge, even when Rossi starts to meet my movements.
“I’ll never get over this ass,” he pants. His full bottom lip is red from where his teeth have been digging into it. “Oh, fuck, I want you always, Ty.” He swats my thigh. “Hop down and turn around.”
I hurry to do what he says, bending over the couch and arching my ass out to him. He palms my cheeks, then starts to push inside again.
My cock is already leaking, my legs weak, and when Rossi wraps his arm around my front and pulls me back against him, I’m powerless to stop it. He feels so large, wrapped around me like this, filling me completely, warm, wet lips dragging over the length of my throat.
I’m totally at his mercy … and I love it.
One of his hands skims down over my stomach to wrap around my cock. His thumb swirls over the tip, gathering my precum and smearing it down my length.
“Someone’s horny,” he manages.
“You have no idea. Please.” I push back into him.
His chuckle is deep and short. “I can’t make my baby beg, now, can I?”
“That would be evil, but know that I would. With zero shame.”
Rossi holds me tight as he pulls out a little, then thrusts in so hard he forces me up onto my toes. “You like that?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He widens his stance and then gives me what I need. One hand splayed across my chest, the other wrapped around my dick, he starts to fuck me. Each thrust is hard, unrelenting, and I push back to meet him as best as I can. He owns my body, and I welcome every moment. The heavy breaths, the grunts, the sweat building slick between us. And every time I’m about to blow, Rossi abruptly pulls out and changes our position. He fucks me up against the wall, holding onto the ladder to my room, up on the kitchen counter, and then finally, he throws me over the arm of the couch and buries himself inside me again.