Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I’ve had other partners that I did other stuff with,” he admitted. “I haven’t been a monk, but I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since you…left.”
The relief that poured through me was uncontrollable.
“Blow job here and there. A few times I reciprocated…but my cock has only ever been inside of you since I called it off,” he promised me. “It’s only ever been you.”
His hand spread, his fingers almost spanning the entire width of my back.
I forgot how much I liked that.
Even when he was younger, Reed had always had big hands.
“You’re big,” I mumbled.
He pulled out, then pushed back inside. Once. Twice. Three times. All of those times were so slow that I nearly growled at him to hurry.
Why?
Because I had zero control.
Zero. Nada. Zilch. None.
I knew, if he’d just hurry the fuck up, I’d come.
I’d come hard, too.
The next thrust he tried to give me slow, I thrust back in time with his push forward, and he went even deeper.
“Easy,” he growled, coming to a complete stop. “I want to feel this.”
He pulled back until he was almost out, and swept his fingers around my entrance, circling his shaft where it was piercing me…gathering wetness.
And then I felt the goddamn butt plug again.
When he had picked it back up, I didn't know. But thank God that he had. It was my new best friend. I was secretly in love with an inanimate object.
Only this time, he fucked me as he fucked me…which sounded really freakin’ odd, but that’s what he did.
At first, I wasn’t too sure about the feeling. It was odd, which made my orgasm take a back step as my body tried to decide if I liked this feeling or not.
Reed, in no way, shape, or form, was small. He was, in fact, quite large. I’d never seen anyone as big as Reed, and that was saying something since porn had been my friend these past few years as the deprivation got too much at times.
Sure, I didn’t watch the donkey dick porn, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say that he would more than measure up.
But when he was fucking me, his cock in one hole, and the plug in the other, I decided that there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to take him anywhere but where the Good Lord intended him.
Reed, though? He had other plans.
At least, I didn’t know them at the time.
At first, he was just fucking me. Slow and steady.
My body had come back online, and realized rather quickly that this new and odd feeling was a good one.
My orgasm started to creep back up, slow and steady.
And just before it rolled over me, he stopped.
I growled in frustration as the feelings that indicated an impending orgasm waned.
“Reed!” I whined. “God, why?”
He started to chuckle.
“I want you to sit on my lap while I fuck you.” He paused. “I want to see your face and watch you when you come.”
He pulled out and backed away, leaving me to find my way to the couch.
I moved, and brushed against his cock with my arm, making me lick my lips in anticipation.
I waited for him to round the couch and take a seat before I looked anxiously at his lap. At his cock that was straining upwards, filled with blood, and pulsing with each beat of his heart.
His chest had a sheen of sweat, and he was opening and closing his fists as he stared at me, waiting for me to make the move that I knew he wanted.
I took a timid step forward and moved a knee onto the couch beside his thigh.
His thigh that was still just as sculpted and honed as it’d been twelve years ago—if not bigger.
Once I had my balance, I swung my other leg over his lap, all the while trying not to make eye contact with him.
That worked for about twenty seconds as I tried to put him inside of me myself—which I’d never really been successful doing. It was something about the position, as well as my shorter arms and legs, but I couldn’t get up on my knees and reach his cock, as well as guide it into me.
I’d literally tried, and it was awkward.
Reed had always had to do it for me, and this time was no different.
But once he was inside of me, and I was left with nothing to do but stare at his collarbone and ride him, he stilled my hips.
“Look at me.”
I didn’t want to.
This was a really intimate position for me.
It’d been the closest we’d actually been since he’d left me…
That time with him in the exam room, he’d been standing between my legs, with me on my back. We hadn’t been this close—face to face—where he could see every single bit of what I was feeling only by looking into my eyes.