Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Um.” I panted, trying to reassemble my brain cells. “Not for a long time, but I would. Maybe not right this—”
“Slow your head back down.” He nipped at my neck. “Wasn’t asking for right now. This isn’t a one-off.” He delivered that piece of news like a threat, but it was hard to object with his mouth teasing my collarbone. “But sometime soon, I’m going to fuck you through that loft bed until neither of us can walk and that brain of yours finally shuts off.”
I gulped. I wasn’t kidding about it having been a long time, but suddenly, I wanted to get fucked more than I needed oxygen. “Sounds like a noble goal.”
“More like a plan.” His eyes glinted as he yanked me even more securely against him. “Wrap your legs around me.” He gave a low growl as I complied. Buoyed by his approval, I squeezed him with my thighs and dug my heels into that perfect ass of his. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“I think I’m going to come,” I gasped as genuine shock raced through me. I’d never been one to have a hair trigger, but here I was, a few kisses and another thrust away from orgasm overtaking me.
“Do it,” Magnus ordered. No edging games. No playfully backing off. Only his firm command and decisive movements against me. And if this was frot, I wasn’t sure I’d survive being fucked by the man, but I was certainly willing to try.
And that, the vision of him inside me, all that thick girth stretching me as he held me down and made me take it, was my last conscious thought before climax crashed into me, a hundred-mile-an-hour vehicle hitting a wall of pure pleasure. The blast radiated outward from my cock, taking over my whole core, rendering my limbs limp and shaking, my head fuzzy, and my mouth parched. I shot what felt like a gallon of come between us.
Amazingly, I survived the orgasmic apocalypse, fluttering back to earth only to discover Magnus still moving against me, breath hot my neck.
“What…? You didn’t come yet?”
“Trust me, I’m fully intending to get there.” Chuckling, he gripped my hip for emphasis. His cock slipped through my puddle of come, moving far easier, and the idea of my come as his lube should have squicked me out, but instead, my tired cock gave a rather interested twitch at the notion. “I had to pause to enjoy how fucking hot you are when you let go.”
“I’m still hard,” I marveled as he thrust against me. My cock was hypersensitive now, and the tip tingled, but amazingly, I hadn’t deflated at all since coming like a garden hose. “How am I still hard?”
“It’s a medical mystery.” Magnus gave a little shake of his head. “Kiss me.” It was a clear bid to get me to shut up and stop thinking again, and it worked. Kissing him was like being transported to a different realm, an alternate universe where sound had color and every point of contact hummed with electricity. I kissed him back with unrestrained hunger. My body apparently cared not that I’d only orgasmed seconds earlier. As we kissed, those seconds stretched into long minutes, and I started moving in time with Magnus’s thrusts and my legs wrapped around his hips again.
“Yes.” My moan was a mix of surprise, desire, and need. So much need.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Let go again.”
“Not sure if I can…” I gasped, body straining despite my words. I was so close, yet not there. My cock was so sensitive a gust of air might have done me in, but I craved more of Magnus’s hard thrusts all the same.
“You don’t have to.” His deep voice was as soothing as his hands stroking my sides. “Just be here now with me.”
“I am.” Pushing the thought of climax away, I found his mouth for a long, searching kiss. Simply this, kissing and moving together, the press of his cock into my skin, the friction of his body hair on my tip, every bit of it was a revelation. “God, this feels amazing.”
“Yeah, it does.” Magnus’s moans grew louder.
“Are you close?” I panted, thoroughly intoxicated by his lack of restraint. This sex was messy and loud and unscripted, like nothing I’d ever experienced and everything I’d ever wanted. Right then, I wanted to hear him shout it to the heavens. “Tell me when you’re close.”
“Oh, you’ll know, baby.” He bit at my neck like he also couldn’t get enough. I squeezed him harder as a shudder raced through me. “Fuck. Yeah, do that with your leg again. Tighter.” He moaned, back arching, thrusts speeding up, sticky and urgent against my cock now, both of our dicks rubbing together. “I’m going to come on you. You want that?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I tensed, ready for Magnus to climax, but amazingly, stupendously, orgasm ripped through me instead. Or rather, as well, because as Magnus roared and came, waves of pleasure hit me too. My stomach cramped and my balls quite literally ached.