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)
“Your mouth…” Beau started, his piercing gaze on me. “Sinful.” My slick fingers went back to my ultimate goal, pumping into his ass, curling to hit his prostate with every swipe. Beau issued desperate pleas, his body arching so beautifully to my touch. It was time.
I repositioned myself between his legs. He instinctively clutched his thighs, drawing them to his chest. I drizzled lube liberally on my dick then over Beau’s exposed hole.
“Do it,” Beau hissed, baring down. The force which he used opened his hole. He gave me entrance.
“You’re gonna think of me every time you sit down tomorrow, just like I do you.” I gave a single swipe of my head over the lube at his hole. Anticipation roiled in my balls. I pushed slowly inside my love, who drew me in from the inside out. Dammit, what a beautiful feeling.
My first time to top. His channel gripped and held on to me so good. My shoulders shuddered. I locked my gaze on my dick as it slowly disappeared into Beau’s channel. Engulfed in searing heat, he gripped me in the most extraordinary way.
I lost myself to the vibration of Beau’s body. My cock became needy and wild as Beau squeezed me into his searing tightness. Beau gave an audible gasp, drawing my attention to his straining body. His head rolled backward, his eyes clamped shut.
I froze, allowing Beau to adjust to the invasion. “You good?” I hissed, super aware of my surroundings.
Seconds passed as I took in the sound of the ceiling fan blades slowly whooshing as they turned, the hum of the bulbs lighting the room, the heater blowing air past the vents. It all defined this moment: spectacular. “You’re so damned tight.”
“Keep goin’,” Beau whispered. He lifted his head; funny how I could feel his body movements while buried inside him. Beau’s hot, sexy, encouraging gaze found mine. My trance broke. I reached for the lube, dumping a generous portion on the juncture where my dick met his ass. Beau’s body relaxed into mine. He gripped his cock. My palm covered his, running the length of his shaft.
Words escaped me—they never had before—as I took in everything, just in case this was my only time here. The give and take of Beau’s muscles, flexing and tensing with each of my thrusts. The delicious friction urging my dick on.
“You fill me so good,” Beau moaned. The pleasure amped up with each snap and glide of my hips. We moved in unison, slowly picking up the pace. Beau’s body quivered. A desperate surge of lust burned through me.
Beau brought his feet to the mattress, lifting as he pumped his hips against mine. Oh man, that was hot. I fought for control of our rhythm, becoming jerky and unrestrained. I couldn’t stop my thrusts, even if I wanted to. I never wanted this to end. My guy gripped me so good. I dropped my head forward, consumed with the way Beau’s body held onto me. Beau watched me. He was as much in control as I was.
The world faded. I felt Beau’s heart beating with mine. We were one. I craved his pleasure as much as I did my own. My commitment to him was reaffirmed. A long life with him by my side. I wouldn’t accept anything less.
“Marry me someday,” I whispered roughly, surprising even me with the question.
He groaned louder. His breaths quickened. His hips slammed into me. We were perfect together. I was lost to my guy. My heart pounded against my rib cage, and my orgasm fought for release. Beau’s being clamped down around me like the warmest embrace.
“Come with me, Dash,” Beau said through gritted teeth. The command was all it took. I couldn’t hold back. My body blew apart under the blinding pleasure of my release. I filled Beau’s ass. My release wouldn’t stop coming.
Whatever was left of me fell forward, barely missing the come splattered over Beau’s chest. His strong arms circled around me as I floated into oblivion.
“You fell asleep,” Beau murmured, lying face-to-face with me. I was still super aware of everything, this time loving the feel of the softest satin-like sheets covering both of us. My pillow was now his too. My hands were steepled together, tucked under my cheek. Every molecule of my being was now fused with his. I marveled at how love continued to grow in infinite amounts.
“I know. Weird.” I had managed to clean us up before we dirtied the bedspread more, and that was about all. “I hope we stay just like this forever. I want us to be tied together in every way.”
“Someday,” he said quietly, contentment filling his expression.
“We should go fishing. And stone skipping. You know I practiced both while we were apart. The stone skipping is a skill I never mastered.”