Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Jay. Please.”
He just chuckled and kissed the seam of my leg and hip. “Legs up and keep them there.”
It never crossed my mind to protest. I’d let him do anything to me.
When he pulled my ass cheeks apart, I gasped. No way was he going to…I felt his hot breath against my hole.
“Jay…?”
“I’m going to use a lot of spit.”
“Fuck. Please. God, Jay, please.” I didn’t care what it took. I’d not even let myself dream of him tongue-fucking me, but now I would say absolutely anything to get that.
“I’m yours. Please, eat me, get me wet and sloppy, and then—”
I could no longer speak as his tongue made contact with my ass. He licked my hole, flicking his tongue back and forth. I lifted my hips as much as I could, pinned down like I was, but I needed more.
He pressed his tongue flat and licked me slowly before stabbing at me with the tip.
“Yes! Just like that.”
“You like that?” He spoke the words right against my ass, making me shiver.
“I love it. More. I need more.”
He pushed in deeper, then sucked on his fingers and added them too. I whimpered as I tried desperately to lift my hips, but he kept me pinned down as he drove me insane. He only stopped long enough to tell me to touch myself.
“I’m going to come if I do.”
“Good.”
I couldn’t resist. I wrapped a hand around my cock, and he went back to working me into a frenzy. I gripped myself tightly and worked my hand up and down as fast as I could.
“Jay. Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m….” Cum shot from my cock, and I thought I might die from the intensity of my climax.
I realized Jay had stopped licking me and was staring down at me as I came. When I was done, I watched as he scooped up some of the cum from my abdomen and used it to slick his cock.
“Holy shit! You really have been watching porn.”
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JAY
I grinned down at him, loving that I’d gotten up the nerve to try rimming. It had been amazing making him react that way. “Yeah, I have. I’ve learned so much.”
“And you like it.”
I did, but I didn’t know if I would with anyone else. “I like you.”
I lined up my cock and pushed into him. He gasped as I opened him up, then tensed. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. I can take it.”
He was going to have to. No way in hell was I stopping now. I could try to go slow, to hold back, to let him adjust, but I was going to fuck his ass hard and deep. I was going to make him come again. Watching Ford climax had quickly become my favorite thing in the world.
I braced myself on my arms, giving me more leverage to drive into him.
“Yes. Like that. Take everything you want.”
“I want you. All of you. I want to possess you. Make you beg. Make you as desperate as I am.”
“I need you so badly. I already need to come again.”
“You will.”
I rode him hard. We were both barely able to breathe. He was begging, babbling nonsense, and I was focused on going as deep into him as I possibly could.
“Touch me,” he begged. “Need you.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked him. He arched up and cried out. The sight of him like that, so desperate, wanting it to be me who got him off, was all I needed to lose it deep inside him. I pumped out my load as he came onto his stomach for a second time.
When he was thoroughly drained, he collapsed back onto the mattress. “Fuck that was…how does it keep getting better every time?”
“I don’t know. How did I not know I wanted this?”
“I have no idea.”
We both turned toward each other, and I reached out to brush his hair from his face. “Ford…?”
His breath caught as if he knew how significant my words were going to be. “Yes?”
The word was barely audible. Was he afraid? I sure as hell was. “I think I’m in love with you.”
He smiled, and I let myself breathe. “You think?”
I shook my head. “I know I am.”
“I love you too.” He sounded relieved to have finally said the words.
“What does this mean?”
“I don’t know. What does it mean to you?”
“I…when this is all over, do we…?”
“Date? Keep fucking? Whatever you want.”
“It’s that easy?”
Ford sighed. “Maybe it could be.”
I didn’t really think so, but for now I was willing to go with that fantasy. “Okay.”
Neither of us said anything else for a few moments, then I asked, “When did you learn to knit? I’m assuming you didn’t learn to knit from your grandmother.”
Ford laughed. “Hell no. And that’s…not what I expected you to ask.”
“It seemed safer than….”
Ford nodded. “It is.”