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)
I liked that he was offering a choice, but I also knew exactly what I wanted. “Your fingers. Don’t go slow.”
“Speed demon,” he said fondly. He slicked up the fingers on his right hand, holding up one, two, three slippery digits to earn a laugh from me.
“Come on,” I demanded as he moved between my legs. I helped by pulling my thighs up and back.
As promised, he didn’t fool around with a lot of teasing, going right for the stretch and burn I craved with two thick fingers.
“I’m going to add to your toy collection.” His gruff voice was as seductive as what he was doing to my ass.
“Are you?” I asked breathlessly.
“Fuck yeah.” He used his left hand to give his hard and ready cock a squeeze. “I’m dripping thinking about watching you take something bigger than that dainty little dildo.”
“You’re plenty thick yourself.” I dropped my gaze to his cock, which seemed to have grown simply from our conversation. “Which, feel free to remind me how good it feels. Anytime now.”
“We’ll get there.” Magnus worked me open with more of the knuckle action I loved, then added a third finger as he went deep with pressure against my prostate.
“Please.” I made a keening noise. This full and this good, I might not last until he was in me. “Now.”
Magnus’s cock bobbed even before he nodded. “Bare still good?”
“Can’t wait.” I watched him slick his cock. I meant it. Ever since he’d shared his test results and especially since I’d fucked him, I’d been desperate to feel him in me, to feel his come. And I no longer felt guilty for wanting such things. We both loved the come-play. There was no room for shame in what we shared.
I yanked my legs farther back, trying to take all of him at once as he slowly pressed in.
“Yes.” My head fell back as my body welcomed him home. My rim stretched around his blunt cockhead, making me moan, before he slid the rest of the way in. “God, you feel amazing. I missed this.”
“Me too.” He reached for the washcloth, wiping the lube from his hand before stroking my chest, resting his hand possessively against my neck. “And you can have it whenever you want, baby.”
“Good.” I nodded. We didn’t need a special occasion or the magic of Valentine’s Day to make love, and that was what we were doing. We’d said the words earlier, but even if we hadn’t, love shone brightly in Magnus’s eyes. Love warmed his touch on my skin. “I love you.”
“Same.” He groaned, eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “Love you too.”
“Go hard,” I urged, ever more comfortable with asking for exactly what I wanted.
“Yeah? Like this?” Magnus started a fast, deep rhythm, putting the weight of those powerful thighs into his strokes.
“More,” I demanded.
“Fuck. You are so perfect.” Magnus stared down at where our bodies joined. “Look at you, taking it.”
“Yes.” Close, I instinctively reached for my cock, but he batted my hand away.
“Oh hell no.” His rebuke was playful before he growled again. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”
Enjoying this game, I let myself whine like I didn’t absolutely love that idea.
“Work for it,” he demanded. I hooked my heels around his waist, pulling him harder against me as I rocked upward. “That’s it. Ride back on my dick.”
“More.” I reached for his closest hand like that might spur him into the rhythm I wanted and needed. Somehow, he got the message because his thrusts turned to a near-brutal hammering, perfectly targeted at my prostate. “That. God.”
“Right there?” Magnus worked that angle like a craftsman polishing a sculpture. Short, hard thrusts with a precision no toy could ever mimic.
“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I marveled as my body hurtled that much closer to orgasm.
“I just watch your face.” Magnus shook his head as he did exactly that, thrusting deep and then giving a satisfied nod as my eyes squished shut from the pleasure. “God. You’re fucking spectacular.”
“Come on.” I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to watch him watching me, and also wanting to lose myself in this fuck. I rocked with him, riding his rhythm, letting the tension in my muscles increase.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Magnus urged. “Get close.”
“I want you to come in me.” I opened my eyes to make the demand.
“I’m going to. Going to fill you up.” Magnus’s sexy words made me moan and buck that much harder against him. “You want that? My come? Maybe let me fuck a second load into you later?”
“Oh holy fuck.” Simply that image, that very filthy image, was enough to shove me over the edge into a flash flood of an orgasm, sudden, swift, and utterly devastating. I gasped and shook as I came all over my stomach.
“Jesus, Eric.” Magnus must have liked what he saw because he pounded hard and fast. His face was a mask of tortured pleasure. “Here it comes.”