Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“The kitchen?”
I grinned to myself and slicked up my cock with spit, which he definitely heard.
“Do you still use toys?” I asked.
“Um, yeah, sometimes.” He raised himself up enough to peer over his shoulder, just as I leaned over him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks. Toys were good. No need to spend half an eternity preparing him. “Are you hungry for me, papi?”
“Is the sky blue?” I reached over and kissed his cheek quickly. “Brace yourself.”
A breath gusted out of him, and I saw the sleek muscles in his back contract.
He was a fucking vision.
I gripped his hip and rubbed the head of my cock against his opening, and I couldn’t look away. I pushed in slowly and watched his hole stretch around me, and despite the pain he had to be in, he pushed back.
I eased a hand over his back in silent comfort, or a reminder. He didn’t have to hurt himself more than necessary. We had time.
We have time.
I repeated the words to myself and got slapped with a dose of reality. This was Alfie. My wild boy and the love of my life. Against all odds, we were here again. I got to kiss him, hold him, and fuck him. I’d never in a million years thought I’d see the day.
“Easy,” I whispered.
“I can’t,” he whimpered. “I need all of you.”
I screwed my eyes shut and pushed in all the way, and I dropped my forehead to the dip between his shoulder blades. Pleasure coursed through me, almost as forcefully as my longing.
You promised me forever.
Right up until that point, something must’ve been switched off inside me. Like I was only feeling fifty percent of what was going on, leaving me almost…cold. But not anymore. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t treat him like a one-night stand or something temporary. He was supposed to be mine, for fuck’s sake.
I let out a breath and rubbed a hand up his side.
Goose bumps rose across his back, and I felt him tremble under me.
I withdrew my cock before pushing in again, and I set an unhurried pace as I buried my face against his neck. He felt so fucking good that I wasn’t sure how one night was ever going to be enough.
“Tell me about the toys you’ve been using,” I murmured against his skin.
He shuddered and groaned. “M-mostly a dildo in the shower.”
Fuck. I had memories of that too. We’d loved shower sex. And toys.
“With a suction cup?” I bit back a moan and picked up the pace.
He nodded and tensed up a bit.
“Then you’ll get off in the shower,” I told him.
“What did we say about edging?” he snapped. “Fuck, West, you gotta get me off.”
“I will. In the shower.” I leaned away from him and got a firm grip on his hips once more, and I stared at where my cock went in and out of him. He was so damn tight, and the spit offered more friction. Almond oil had been our favorite once upon a time, though this was a close second. “Consider the temporary denial a punishment for thinking you’re in charge of making plans for us.”
His head fell forward, and he bit into his arm. “Oh my God.” The sound came out muffled.
“Don’t think old rules no longer apply.” I grunted as I slammed in, and I clenched my jaw as the excitement flooded me. “Who’s in charge when you’re needy?”
He let out an adorably unfiltered whine and met my thrust. “You, papi. But it’s torture.”
Well, he deserved that too, as previously established.
“That’s what you get for making me weak.” I came at him harder, enough so the sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, and I got lost in the sensations. In and out, over and over, with him moaning and pleading and pushing back to show how desperate he was.
The heat surged within and brought me closer to the brink, and I couldn’t focus on the intoxicating view between us anymore. I leaned over him, pressing him against the stairs, and fucked him hard.
He gasped and choked.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder as the pressure started becoming too much. Fresh perspiration broke out, and I felt feverish. Fuck, he was too much and not enough at once. The only acceptable amount was daily, and the right duration was forever. One night was a goddamn joke.
I groaned against his flesh, and my boy’s desperate whimpers got me there. My boy, mine, all mine, only mine. I forced myself as deep as I could and started coming. Alfie cried out and reached back to me, grabbing on to my ass.
For one moment, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I tried to fuse myself to him, and he seemed just as needy for me, which only spurred me on.