Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
A cock that I desperately wanted inside me.
A cock I was unsure would ever fit inside me.
I had played with my ass before, using a finger or two, and found that I really enjoyed it. I had even ordered a toy online once. It was a regular-sized dildo that I tried to use but couldn’t get past the head, so I stopped and jerked off the old-fashioned way. There had been a stinging pain that I couldn’t quite get past, nor did I have the motivation to try. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to experience it with another man. I got off on the idea of a man entering me, using my body for his pleasure while I got mine. There was something primal about it, but also something extremely romantic too.
“Turn over and let me make you feel like a god,” Xavier said. The fire at the base of my spine exploded.
He squirted some oil into his hand and climbed onto the bed. I turned over, lying flat, my head comfortable on his large pillow. The gray sheets were as soft as silk, and they had his scent on them. Oaky and earthy with a dash of floral notes that drove me wild. I breathed him in as Xavier started on my lower back, rubbing the oil up and down. It was heavenly. My body instantly began to relax at his expert touch. His fingers found knots I didn’t even know I had, working them out with a tender care that made this all the better.
He moved up to my shoulders. As he did, he rubbed his stiff cock against my ass. I shut my eyes and let the sensations carry me away. My dick pushed against the mattress, throbbing. My balls felt heavy and full.
“How’s that pressure?”
I moaned into the pillow as an answer.
“Good, just relax. Breathe. That’s it.”
He worked my neck, the spot between my shoulders, my back, all while rubbing his body on mine, his cock sliding between my cheeks. He briefly paused in massaging me with his hands and rested his body weight on me, reaching down and squeezing the sides of my thighs.
I instinctually pushed my ass up, wanting to feel him not just on the outside but on the inside. I craved being one with this man in a way I hadn’t craved anything before in my life.
Not yet, though. He went back to kneading out my muscles, releasing the tension and lactic acid stored from the mountains of stress I’d been under. He reached my ass and used his fists to work the large globes of muscle. He opened me, spread my cheeks, my hole feeling exposed. At first, I felt myself getting nervous. It wasn’t exactly a place on my body I always had eyes on. It was one of my most private areas, and it was now on full display for Xavier.
Did he like it? Was I sexy enough for him?
He growled and squeezed. “Fuck, baby, look at that pretty pink hole. I love it.”
Was he a mind reader too? Doubtful. He was simply perfect.
I pushed my ass up again, giving him the green light. He took it, rubbing a finger over my hole, slow and soft. He traced circles, getting me used to his touch. I opened my legs and melted further into the bed. He pushed a finger in.
“That okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“Want more?”
“Mhmmmm.”
He sunk his finger in deeper. It slid in without much resistance and with only the slightest sting. The sensation gave way to pure pleasure as he rubbed at my inner walls, turning his finger over and prodding at my prostate.
“That’s it. Look at how your body takes me. Fuck, I can feel you asking for more.”
His tone—low like the growl of a hungry lion—made my toes curl. He was right. My body was needing more. I opened for him, all of the tension disappearing from every inch of me.
He teased my entrance with another finger. “Think you can take two?”
“Let’s see,” I said, smiling as he chuckled behind me. I was fully at ease with him in this moment. There was nowhere else I’d rather be, no one else I’d rather be with. This was one of those nights that had been etched in the stars. The kind of nights that only seemed to happen in the movies, when everything suddenly shifts for the hero and the world gives them all that they asked for.
His other finger pushed in, adding a surprising dose of pleasure instead of pain. There was still a stretch, but it didn’t make my eyes pop open or my hips squirm away. I let him explore me, my cock leaking and throbbing underneath me. I could hear the sounds of him jerking off behind me, the slick rub of oiled skin on skin.