Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“What are we watching?” I asked him as I grabbed the remote for the TV. I’d purchased the damn thing two nights ago when I realized just how much Anurak loved cuddling and watching movies. I would do anything to make him happy, but I’d do even more to make him want to plaster himself against me like this.
I seriously could not get enough of his neediness.
He shrugged and began to trace his fingertips up and down my side. I shivered, tugging him closer to me. “I picked last time. You pick.”
I hummed and began scrolling through one of the streaming apps I’d subscribed to for him, finally settling on a random cartoon movie. Setting the remote aside, I pulled Anurak closer to me, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. He sank into my hold, resting his head on my chest.
This was life. And every bit of bullshit I’d lived through was worth it to experience this with Anurak.
“Master, please,” Anurak wailed, jerking me out of my sleep. He pushed against me, sobs tearing from his throat. His face was soaked with his tears, snot running from his nose. I quickly sat up and shook him. “M-Master, I’m s-sorry,” he sobbed, tearing my fucking soul apart.
If I could, I’d bring that son of a bitch back from the dead just to kill him again.
“Master, please, I-I didn’t—” His next cry made every part of my soul rage.
“Perrito!” I shouted when he still didn’t wake up. His eyes snapped open, and then, a soul-shattering wail ripped from his throat, more tears rolling down his pretty face. I clutched him close to me, his knees straddling my thighs, and rocked him side to side, stroking my hands over his hair and down his back as I gently shushed him.
“You’re safe, perrito,” I murmured. “You’re always safe with me. I won’t ever let anyone fucking hurt you again,” I swore.
He sniffled and leaned back, grasping my face in his smaller hands. His blunt nails raked over my cheeks, and then, he was smashing his mouth to mine. His tears tasted salty on my tongue when he parted his mouth, granting me entrance. I groaned, clutching him closer to me.
“Rico,” he pulled back just enough to look down at me, his chest heaving, “will you…” He drew in a deep breath. “Will you fuck me? Please? I just… I need to for-forget,” he choked out.
I’d never deny him the closeness he craved. Didn’t he know that by now?
“Yes, perrito,” I murmured, laying him back on the mattress. “Just tell me how you want it. Do you want me to take my time with you and take you apart, or do you just need me inside of you?” If this were literally any other time, I’d take my time with him. Suck his pretty cock. Fuck his tiny little hole with my tongue. I’d worship every bit of his body with my lips and tongue. But he was desperate for closeness, and I wanted to make sure my little puppy got what he needed.
He licked his lips, and fuck, I couldn’t help when I leaned down and traced my own tongue over the path he’d left behind. He whimpered, clawing at my back and spreading his thighs even more than they already were.
“I just need you inside of me,” he whispered, those big, dark eyes locking on mine. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command, perrito,” I assured him. I eased out of my briefs and tossed them to the floor before I slowly peeled his off, revealing his pretty, flushed, leaking cock and the nest of curls framing the base. After tossing his briefs aside with mine, I leaned in, pressing my nose to the base of his cock and inhaling the scent of him. He made a tiny whining noise that had me leaking onto the sheets.
“You’re so perfect,” I rasped, reaching over into my nightstand drawer to grab the lube stashed there. After squirting some onto my fingers, I pushed his thighs back and circled his rim before pressing in.
The moan he responded with was fucking sinful in the most beautiful way.
I leaned over him and slanted our mouths together. I swallowed every moan, whine, groan, and whimper as I spread him open. I knew he was used to pain—and fuck, did that knowledge make me see red—but I would not rush this part, no matter how badly he wanted me inside of him. I needed to make sure he was stretched enough to take my cock. That when I eased inside his hot, tight body, he’d know nothing but pleasure and satisfaction.
“You ready for me, perrito?” I murmured, peppering kisses along his jaw.
He nodded. “Please,” he begged. “I need you. I want you. Please put your cock inside of me.”
Jesus Christ. Who knew my boy had such a dirty fucking mouth?