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)
“Want it.” Verbalizing my need helped as I relaxed into my arms, tension leaving my back and ass. Slowly, I was able to take the tip of Magnus’s cock, and that only made me want more. He gave a tentative thrust forward, stretch licking at those same nerve endings his knuckles had teased. Yes, this was the fullness I’d been after. And as soon as he grazed my prostate, I moaned. “That’s it. Go hard.”
“At your command.” Magnus gave a merry laugh at odds with the seriousness of our activity. And despite agreeing to my demand, he established a leisurely pace of deep, perfect thrusts and slow retreats.
“Harder. I can take it,” I urged. Rather brash of me because I was not, in fact, sure I could take the sort of pounding I craved. I wanted to try, wanted my teeth to shake and hamstrings to burn and—
“Grab the edge of the bed.” Now it was Magnus’s turn to give orders, and as soon as I had the leverage to push back more forcefully, he met my motions with the sort of strength I’d come to associate with him. All those thick muscles and endurance working to pleasure me. I loved it. Loved being at his mercy, yet somehow also in charge, telling him to keep it coming.
“More.” Heat and pressure gathered in my lower abs and my thighs tensed. “Christ. I’m close.”
“Gonna come hands-free?” Magnus sounded suitably awed, thrusting harder and faster against my needy prostate.
“Think…yeah.” The tension reached that sweet climb past probable into inevitable. As long as he kept going, I would come, and I rode the certainty of that knowledge, moving in sync with Magnus. Not to force the orgasm faster, but to draw it out, wring every possible drop of pleasure from this near-brutal fuck. It was hard and raw and real. The rasp of his leg hair against mine. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. His hands gripped my hips so tightly I’d wear his fingerprints tomorrow. Oh fuck. My body loved that image because my cock pulsed, no hand needed, come shooting out. “Fuck. I’m…”
“Oh yeah, you are.” Magnus made a triumphant noise, hammering harder, driving the last of my orgasm out of me as he sought his own. My ass clenched with aftershocks from the orgasm. Magnus moaned like I’d done something brilliant, so I did it again, more deliberately trying to squeeze his shaft on the upstroke, keep him inside me. “Damn. Eric…”
His thrusts lost any sort of rhythm or finesse as he came on a shout. Going for extra credit, I gave his cock another firm squeeze, making him moan again. To my surprise, the ass aerobics teased another volley of come out of my spent cock, dribbling onto the bed.
Ordinarily, the mess on the bed would make me wince as Magnus untangled our bodies and took care of the condom. However, I was so blissfully fucked out that I barely had the energy to grab the towel he lobbed at me. I blotted at the puddle of cum before deciding I didn’t care how sticky and sweaty I was and collapsing onto the mattress.
“Don’t even think about moving.” Magnus yawned, settling himself behind me. “That shower of mine is a crime. You’re staying put.”
He wrapped a possessive arm around me, and I purred like a damn cat.
“You’ll have to kick me out before dawn, but no way am I navigating those steps anytime soon.”
“Exactly. I’m keeping you right here.” He kissed the back of my neck, which was damp with cooling sweat, not that he seemed to care in the least. “Heck, we might even have time for another round before sunrise.”
I clenched my ass, testing that suggestion. My cock gave a hopeful surge. I’d likely regret my boldness tomorrow, but at the moment, a sequel sounded brilliant.
“Promises, promises.” I said the words lightly, but the spoken and unspoken promises between us were starting to stack up, making it harder to pretend this was casual. Unwilling to let that thought take hold, I faked a yawn, tricking my body back to that sleepy post-sex haze. The only promise I truly wanted was that we could keep doing exactly this.
Chapter Nineteen
Magnus
My dogs were missing. However, unlike in the past when I’d been worried sick over what the Hound-ini escape artists were up to, this time I had a pretty good where they were, especially since I was home early for a Thursday, with a little wisp of fading light, which was no small thing in the Pacific Northwest in early November. The air was crisp like a bracing glass of cold cider and dry leaves swirled around my feet on my short walk from the carriage house to the main house.
I did my usual thing of knocking at the kitchen door, but the only reply was the barking of my missing dogs.