Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Don’t want slow,” Harry managed, moaning as Adam started thrusting harder. “Feels good. I didn’t know sex would feel so good.”
Adam let his weight press Harry into the mattress. “I’m your first,” he muttered into Harry’s neck, gripping Harry’s thighs hard as he slammed into him. “No one’s ever done this to you. Just me. Just mine.”
The possessiveness in Adam’s voice sent an insane thrill through Harry’s body. Panting, he moved to meet Adam’s thrusts. He wanted more, harder, deeper, but for some reason, Adam kept changing the angle and length of his thrusts. Harry whined in frustration, clutching at Adam’s back, trying to pull him deeper.
“Shhh,” Adam said. “Or your friend will hear us.”
Harry flushed, remembering that Seyn was on the other side of the wall. But his embarrassment didn’t stop him from wanting more of Adam’s cock, and he keened, meeting Adam’s thrusts, his hole clenching on Adam’s cock. It felt so good inside him, so very good, thick and perfect, but he wanted more.
“Fuck, I can’t find your prostate,” Adam grated out, muscles tense and brows knitted in concentration as he continued changing the angle of his thrusts.
“Prostate?” Harry croaked, not understanding.
“Christ.” Adam half-laughed half-groaned, lips dragging over Harry’s neck as his cock pistoned in and out of Harry. “I feel like I’m robbing the cradle. But I want—you—so—badly.” Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust. “Touch yourself, baby,” Adam said. “Stroke your cock for me. You’re so pretty, so beautiful—feel so wonderful.”
Harry practically preened from the praise. He did as he was told, slipping his hand between them and grabbing his neglected cock. The relief was immediate. He let out a long moan and started moving his hand hard and fast, at the same rhythm as Adam’s thrusts. But he still needed more. “Harder,” he whispered brokenly, squeezing Adam’s back with his legs. “Want harder—need—please.” He was so, so slick, aching from the inside, sobbing out every time Adam pulled out his cock. He knew it wouldn’t hurt no matter how rough Adam was with him; he just wanted harder and deeper. “More!”
Adam pulled out, making him whine. He put Harry on his hands and knees before slamming back into him, deep and hard. Harry cried out, his eyes moistening. Yes, right there. It felt so good, so satisfying. He no longer cared that Seyn could likely hear him, moaning wantonly with each deep thrust. Adam was groaning, too, the mattress creaking under them, the headboard knocking against the wall with the force of Adam’s thrusts.
“God, fuck fuck fuck,” Adam growled, biting at Harry’s back, his hand closing around Harry’s cock and pumping it hard. “So fucking tight, so good, so perfect for me—” His cock hit something inside him.
Harry sobbed out and felt his world explode, immense waves of pleasure rocking his body and stealing his breath away. He fell on the mattress, feeling boneless, his head spinning with pleasure. He could feel Adam’s hands roving over his skin, petting, stroking, guiding him through the aftershocks, even as Adam continued thrusting into him. Although Harry felt sated, Adam’s thrusts still felt good and he kind of didn’t want Adam to ever stop.
But he stopped eventually, groaning, his body stiffening on top of him.
Harry sighed in disappointment when Adam pulled out. “You could’ve stayed in me.”
Adam chuckled, rolled onto his back and pulled Harry into his arms. “Insatiable,” he muttered, his voice already sleepy. “Never thought you’d be such a handful in bed.”
Harry didn’t know what to say to that. Was it bad? Or was it a compliment?
Before he could ask, he felt Adam’s drift off to sleep.
Smiling, Harry buried his face in Adam’s armpit and did the same, feeling safe and loved in Adam’s arms. Home. This felt like home.
CHAPTER 17
Adam had always thought it was kind of creepy to watch someone sleep. He’d never understood the urge to do so.
But that morning, as he watched Harry sleep huddled against him with his cheek on his chest, Adam fully understood the sentiment. He couldn’t drag his eyes away. He wasn’t sure he could drag his eyes away for all the money in the world.
Harry looked even lovelier when he slept, his porcelain skin a striking contrast to his dark eyelashes and chestnut hair—and Adam’s tanned chest.
He was so damn beautiful.
And he was his.
Really? said a snide voice at the back of his mind that sounded a lot like Jake’s. You don’t even know if his name is really Harry. You know shit about him. Except for the fact that he has a fiancée back home.
Adam pressed his lips together.
It was true that there were too many things about Harry that just didn’t add up.
He was so innocent and naive at times that it was hard to believe Harry was capable of lying—lying to him for months. And if Harry really had a fiancée, what did it say about him as a person that he was so eager for Adam’s cock? (Or about Adam, for that matter. He’d always thought he was a better man than that.)