Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Rope.
He gives me a half-lidded, authoritative stare.
He pushes my wrist to the armrest of the chair I’m sitting in, then easily ties me to it.
“Right here?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows.
But my cock is already responding, growing hard for him again.
“Yes, here. You afraid of the other guys coming outside?”
I pull in a short breath. “No. Not even a little bit.”
He has my other hand bound to the other side of the chair a minute later. He runs his fingers down the front of my body, trailing from the underside of my jaw all the way down to my chest. He lets his hand roam up under the hem of my shirt, pinching my nipple at first and then gently sweeping his thumb over it.
He shoves open my legs, then goes for the button and zipper at the top of my fly. He yanks my pants and briefs down, taking off my shoes with everything, until I’m completely naked from the waist down.
“It feels like you have been mine for a long time, Tate Landrey,” he murmurs.
I swallow. “It does.”
“So tell me. Are you really ready for what it’s like to belong to me?”
My cock jumps, and his eyes flick down toward it.
“I’ve been ready for that for a long time, too.”
“It means I have you when I want you,” he says, running his middle finger over the precum at my tip.
“Good thing I want you all of the fucking time.”
“It means I keep no secrets. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Fuck,” I hiss as he drops to his knees between my legs and lays a long, wet stripe with his tongue all the way from the top of my balls, up my shaft, and to my tip.
He shoves his hand underneath me, in the space between my ass and the chair, and the finger he slicked with my precum finds my hole, pressing up against it.
If I could move, I would be jerking my body around, running my hand through my hair, or gripping him hard, but I’m fully restrained, and he knows it. His other hand swirls around the front of my body, going up to tweak my nipple again, harder this time.
I arch my back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Roman says, gazing at me like he sees every thought in my head.
“Thinking I might accidentally come if you breathe on me, because I’m so turned on the moment you’re near me.”
“Tell me what you’re actually thinking, beauty,” he murmurs, leaning over and kissing up my shaft, lapping his tongue out in an agonizing tease.
Don’t say it.
Don’t fucking say shit.
You run your mouth, and you’ll scare him, it’s too fucking soon.
“Fuck,” I repeat.
“Tell me.”
“I’m in love with you,” I blurt out, and he wraps his lips over the head of my cock, giving it a firm suck.
He looks back up at me and I swear my entire heart could burst.
He pulls off of my cock and then moves up, kissing my jaw, then my mouth.
“Thank the fucking Lord, I am not the only one crazy enough to feel it,” he murmurs. “You are my love.”
He still has his fingers pushed up under me, teasing at my hole, as he slides his tongue into my mouth. He pushes just one finger inside, not far, not nearly enough because he doesn’t have a ton of lube.
I love it when he pushes, however far that I can take.
Pushes every fucking boundary with me, and my body lights up for him like I was made for only his touch.
“I love you,” I whisper. “If it’s crazy I don’t fucking care.”
He sighs against me, kissing my neck, then dropping low again to kiss all along my inner thigh. “I knew it when you stayed by me at the hospital. When you came to protect me, that night… I knew it when you demanded every fucking thing from me, Tate. I am in love with you, too.”
He plunges his mouth over my cock again and swallows me whole.
Inside, and out.
My arms tug at the restraints as my body shudders in place under his tongue.
I tilt my head backward, looking up at the clear night sky as a cold breeze blows past, kissing my skin.
His finger pushes inside my hole a little deeper.
Then a little more.
Even though it’s a fraction of his cock, it feels incredibly intense.
His body is silhouetted by the orange glow of the fire pit behind him, and I feel like I’m now being overtaken by the fallen god I saw in him earlier.
He takes me deep into his throat and I groan loudly. The windows to the house are open wide, and I don’t give a fuck who hears me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I breathe. “I love you so fucking much—God—”
I lose control as he wraps his hand around my base, stroking and tugging as he sucks the cum from me. I pulse, over and over, as he takes me through the waves of my orgasm, and afterward, I collapse backward onto the chair.