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)
“Next time, maybe I should host.” I rubbed the back of my skull. “More headroom.”
“See? This exclusive thing is good.” Naked and magnificent as ever, Magnus stretched out on the fluffy bed. “You’re already planning for the next time I fuck you silly.”
“I…” I swallowed hard, staring down at that thick cock of his, which was pointing straight up like an amusement park ride waiting for me to hop on. “It’s been a while.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Rolling onto his side and looking a little less raring to go, Magnus patted the mattress next to him. “Promise.”
Reassured that he wasn’t expecting me to go from zero to sixty with no build-up, I stretched out next to him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the quiver in my abs. I wanted this. And then Magnus was kissing me, a warm, welcome distraction that chased away my nerves. Kissing him always felt like a four-course meal, a banquet in and of itself, and I lost myself to how good making out with him was.
I was so wrapped up in the kissing that I almost missed him levering himself on top of me. He turned his attention to my highly sensitive neck, licking and teasing along each tendon and my collarbone, stopping short of leaving marks, which only had me arching that much more into the contact. Definitely didn’t miss him slithering south, determination in his eyes. My cock bobbed expectantly against my stomach, but Magnus only saw fit to grace it with a quick kiss before settling himself between my thighs and grinning up at me.
“We good?” He didn’t wait for a reply before pressing an open-mouth kiss on my rim. We’d fooled around with him fingering me some with oral, but this was the first time he’d rimmed me.
A single kiss and flick of his devilish tongue, and I was already gasping. “Oh. Wow.”
“That’s a yes?” He smirked, undoubtedly knowing the answer as he resumed his tease, flickering his tongue all over my rim. As with my neck, even barely-there teasing had me clawing at the sheets.
“Hell, yes. More.” Being able to make demands of Magnus was its own turn-on. He made it so very obvious he was into things like going down on me, come-play, and rimming that asking for more felt natural. Sexy. No worries about being too much. I writhed against the mattress as he started rimming in earnest, lots of broad strokes of his tongue and the naughtiest of kisses, playing with the resistance until the muscles surrounding my rim went pliant.
“This lube okay?” Magnus retrieved a bottle from a shelf near the head of the bed.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded like I had an opinion. He could have produced butter, and I doubted I would have done more than blink. “Please.”
Magnus had figured out from earlier play that I had very little patience for one-finger teases when what I craved was the fullness and pressure against my prostate. Accordingly, he started with two fingers, and I moaned, long and lusty, as he pushed inside my already slick rim. I liked being stretched as well, loving the way he scissored his fingers and used his beefy knuckles to their full advantage. I’d only ever come untouched after lengthy bouts of solo play, but Magnus seemed hellbent on getting me off with only his fingers. He added in some little licks of my cockhead, and I very nearly levitated toward the low ceiling.
“Fuck me now.” My voice came out closer to begging than demanding, so I added a stern look in Magnus’s direction. “Too close. Rather come on your cock.”
“I do love when that mouth of yours loosens up.” He offered a fond smile as he opened the box of condoms and took care of lubing himself up. “Flip.”
I couldn’t say I had a position preference, but on my knees had the advantages of an easier angle for penetration and the ability to hide my reactions from Magnus. Much as I enjoyed those affectionate looks from him, they also made my insides jiggly. I stretched, ass up and arms folded in front of me, a nice resting spot for my head as Magnus kneeled behind me.
He held his cock with one hand, providing blunt pressure against my rim, along with a reminder that his cock was far wider than two fingers.
“Oh.” Air whooshed out of me. I rocked backward, trying to take it, but had to retreat when the sensations were too much, too fast.
“Take your time, baby.” Magnus stroked my back and sides with gentle hands. I had no business loving the sweet, flirty, all-too-natural way he called me baby in bed, yet my whole body thrilled every time he used the word. And I used that little inner shudder to chase out my hesitation, reclaiming my desire to get fucked.