Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
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“Ahhh…Fuck…Cody,” Mitch moaned. His knees threatened to give as the line between pleasure and pain blurred for a moment. His body craved what Cody was giving him, his need for this man so strong it went beyond anything he’d ever allowed himself to feel before.
He winced as Cody took his fill, withdrawing only to drive deeper back inside his body. The ‘oh, gods’ rambled past his lips the minute he had been lifted off his feet, making him sound like a complete idiot, but he didn’t care. This was what he craved. Mitch panted as his body headed into overdrive. He began to thrust back against Cody’s thick cock, trying to drive him deeper and harder as he began to answer each thrust with one of his own.
If he could only get his hands on his own dick, he’d come with just a touch.
Cody’s breath hitched. If Cody felt half of what Mitch experienced, they were a match made in heaven. Mitch had wanted to be possessed by Cody. He’d needed him. Hell, he’d waited for him to come into his life. God, had it been a long wait.
“Just like this. I like it, like this.” Mitch hoped the words were clear. “So…good.” Each hard thrust of Cody's hips drove Mitch’s breath from his body. Closing his eyes, he could do nothing but press closer to Cody and hold on tight as his cowboy took his fill.
“Me too,” came a grunted response several minutes later. Mitch got it, he was right where Cody was, so close to coming.
Mitch had worked his bindings till his hands were loose, his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the steel beam, and he kept his fingers locked in position while Cody pounded into him.
He relaxed his upper body against Cody, leaning his head back to rest on his cowboy’s shoulder. At that moment, so many raw emotions coursed through Mitch’s body, the intensity almost too much to process. Time stood still for him, and with every thrust of Cody’s hips, his emotions spiraled deeper, threatening to ignite into one incendiary moment. Without a doubt, Cody Turner was meant for him.
Mitch let go of every barrier and completely surrendered to Cody, allowing himself to be consumed by the raging inferno of this man and the deep love blooming inside his heart. He was falling over the edge. He groaned and fought back his need to come. The small puffs of Cody’s warm breath dancing across his sensitive skin didn’t help. Every nerve ending was alive and in overdrive.
His hands gave way and the restraint unwound around his wrists. It was a metaphoric as well as a physical decision when Mitch decided to let go of the bonds that had held him. He arched his body against Cody and let his arms drop, reaching back behind him to cup Cody’s head in his hands. His fingers ran through his lover’s damp hair, and his body melted against Cody’s big muscular frame. He couldn’t remember anyone being able to hold him so completely before.
He had deliberately waited as long as he could to beg from deep inside his heart. “Finish us.”
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Cody felt Mitch's hands come around his neck. He paused slightly and glanced up at the pole. Mitch rested back against him, his body soaked in sweat and trembling. Cody wrapped Mitch tightly in his arms, supporting all of his weight. He ran his hand up the curve of Mitch's neck and then along his jaw as he turned his face toward him. Pleasure had Mitch’s eyes hooded. They were slightly opened, but dazed, and he panted through parted lips. Mitch was the most beautiful man Cody had ever laid eyes on, and it occurred to him for the first time since arriving yesterday, Mitch would be leaving him tomorrow. The desolate thought slowed Cody’s thrusts, ebbing the release he’d been holding back.
“Hold on, Deputy Marshal.”
Cody managed to move them from the beam to the bed a few steps away. He gently placed Mitch down on his bed and thrust deeply into his lover. He gripped Mitch’s ass, pulling his hips up while pressing Mitch's shoulder blades and head deep into the pillows. It was the perfect angle; the position was exactly right. “Oh, fucking shit, that feels…” Mitch started.
With each thrust of his hips, the pillows gave way underneath Mitch, one after another fell to the floor beside the bed. He smoothed his hand over the beautifully detailed skull and rose tattoo in the center of Mitch’s back and bent in to kiss the ink. Sitting up taller on his knees, he punched himself harder and faster into Mitch.
“I love being inside you,” he whispered and gripped Mitch’s cock. His thumb circled Mitch’s sensitive head, then delved into the slit, spreading the beads of moisture across Mitch’s swollen tip. Cody stroked him harder, matching every stroke of his hips. Only gasps and pleasure-filled moans filtered through the bedroom. Damn, Cody was addicted to the sound and the feel of the man who fit so perfectly with him.
Mitch was absolutely made for him.
His lover gasped for air and his body clenched around him. Mitch was about to go over. He never slowed the movement of his hips; he welcomed the pressure building in his spine. It was something he couldn’t continue to hold off. He was close, so close. Mitch’s tight heat gripped him, threatening to make him lose his control. He ground his teeth together and forced himself to wait.
“Come for me,” he managed through gritted teeth, stroking his lover faster. Mitch moaned and pushed his hips back, driving his ass against him.
“Cody, fuck,” Mitch gasped as his chute contracted hard and the heat of his orgasm ran over in Cody’s hand.
“Yes…Mitch…” Cody lost it at that moment. The power of his release took his breath. His body vibrated uncontrollably; his muscles stiffened and his toes curled as he emptied himself into the condom in Mitch’s ass. The world darkened as he fell forward, completely spent.