Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You like that, don’t you?” I lost Dash’s thumb, making room for a tag team of his index and middle finger, sliding in and out, scissoring my hole open.
There was an unmistakable scent of pure male surrounding me.
He rose from my hold, his free hand caressing the sensitive bud of my nipple. My body turned into a human furnace as Dash gave a solid shiver. Half his body was exposed to the cold night breeze.
“Let’s go inside,” I murmured, dislodging his hand.
“Good call,” Dash agreed. He dunked under water, probably to warm up, then executed the perfect jump and lift from the pool. I did the same. “I’m freezing.”
In the same fluid motion I used when lifting from the pool, I bent down to Dash, and tossed him over my shoulder. My guy yelped as I took a direct line into the house, flower beds be damned. Midway to the bedroom, I swiped a towel from the stack and tossed it over him.
“Beau, put me down. I can walk.” Certainly, he could walk. That was never in question. I chuckled and swatted his ass with the palm of my hand. I wasn’t sure I’d ever have enough of this guy. Pausing just inside the still open window panel, I swatted Dash’s ass again. The towel covered his butt, denying me the satisfaction of the quick slapping sound. “Shut the panel.”
“Continue spanking me like that and it’ll become a frequent part of our bedroom time.”
Of course, Dash was into a degree of rough play. He liked me to toss him around. I rolled my eyes. When I heard the click of the lock, I started for the bed. At the edge, I carefully flipped Dash over, landing him on the soft mattress. “Hey. The bed’ll get wet…”
Damn, if my dick didn’t get harder from him giving a small bounce. Dash was everything. His body was toned and fit. His hard cock bulged out, lengthy and hard.
“Fuck the bed,” I murmured.
“Language!” Dash teased as I leaped on the mattress, close to him, watching him bounce again. I grasped Dash’s neck and jaw, tilting his face to me. Honestly, he didn’t stand much of a chance at resistance. My tongue delved inside his mouth. My ass was ready for his thumb again.
Oh man, bottoming was already hotter than my wildest dreams. The breach of my ass was both intimate and personal. It consumed me. I needed to ride this out, see how it ended.
Breaking from the kiss, I rubbed our cheeks together and inhaled deeply. Leather and spice, the room, the man. My dreams. “I want you to keep goin’. It feels good.”
“I told you that you’d like it,” Dash purred, pushing my shoulder until I landed on my back. Good, I wanted to watch him. His fingers crawled over my belly muscles, down my treasure trail, finally to fist my cock. One knee pushed between my legs, spreading my thighs apart.
“I like you this way. All natural,” I whispered, staring at his disheveled hair and strong five o’clock shadow. “You’re handsome.”
“I’m unkempt,” he murmured.
“You look real…” My eyes bugged out of my head as Dash bent, swallowing me whole. No test run, just taking me to the back of his throat in one sure move. Jolts of electricity ran rampant, sizzling a path straight to my balls. My love began worshiping my body as if it were made to order. His special treat.
The air hummed with sexual tension. If Dash continued, I’d certainly come in his mouth. He could give a master class in how to give a great blow job. My balls seized as I desperately tugged him off me. The pop of release was audible, vibrating through my head.
Dash drew in breath, his chest heaving. He looked like a wildcat poised to pounce on its next meal. He trailed wet, openmouthed kisses along my body, up my neck and over my jawline. He circled the shell of my ear and whispered into the path he’d just made wet. “You taste so damned good. So fucking sexy. My man. I’ll never get enough.” His wicked tongue lavished my ear before pushing off me again. The delight in his gaze sent my desire even higher. “It’s gonna be so good. I need to get the lube.”
I didn’t expect to be this turned on, but watching Beau writhe under my touch, me the orchestrator of his immense pleasure, was fucking fantastic. See? Even the language in my head was raw and gritty. My dick pulsed with need, but I would wait until Beau was ready to take all of me. I was a man on a mission.
Clumsily, I grabbed the lubricant, having to tear my eyes away from the playground before me. In two seconds flat, I had the lube in hand when I remembered something I wanted to try. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but turn over. On your knees.”