Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I take him once again, pushing him farther back toward my throat.
“Jonas,” he whispers as his fingers massage the back of my head.
Satisfaction swirls in my chest. Something about servicing him calms my body and encourages me along as I take him to the back of my throat, then move my head up and down. His dick expands in my mouth, which makes me eager to speed up.
I lose myself in the moment, worshipping his cock with my mouth, adding my hand to the base to stroke and suck at the same time, and I’m impressed with how quickly I’m picking this up. Ryan’s intense moan makes me feel like I’m pretty damn good for an amateur.
“Jonas, I want you to fuck me. Raw.”
I figure my dick can’t get any harder, and then he says that, and now it’s a fucking stone.
I’m reluctant to pull off his cock, wavering between my desire to continue pleasuring him like this and wanting to see him take me again.
My tongue travels back up his body, and I nibble and bite softly, surrendering to the animalistic impulses his body inspires. When I reach his face, he’s got his eyes closed again, which raises so many questions, the most important being: why doesn’t he look at me—what is it about this Kieran guy that makes Ryan unwilling to look at me?
I lean forward and take another kiss, appreciating his wet mouth, but I remind myself I’ll have time to enjoy that. Right now, I need to get out of these damn clothes.
I slide off the bed, removing my shirt and jeans in a frenzy because I just want to get back to the man spread across the bed, eagerly waiting to receive me.
My eyes are drawn to the nightstand, where I notice only the lube is out.
Dirty Ryan really is ready to take my dick raw tonight.
As I grab the lube, with his eyes still closed, he asks, “Are you leaving?”
“Not a chance.”
I crawl onto the mattress, between his legs, tossing the lube beside him as my lips gravitate back to his smooth skin, kissing up to his face, along his jawline, possessed by these animal impulses, letting the intoxicating sensation of his flesh guide my interest. And soon, I hook my arms under his thighs, tilt his ass, and give my first lick.
My eyes roll back as my tongue goes wild against his rim.
“Please, Jonas. You’re killing me here. Just give it to me.”
There’s this feral hunger in his voice, and I have no intention of leaving him waiting any longer. I rise to my knees, grabbing the lube and spreading some over my shaft. Instinctively, I put some extra on my hands and run it between his cheeks.
I stop myself, recalling how insistent he was last time about being on top.
“Did you want to ride me again?”
He hesitates, biting his lip. “Let’s try it this way. I want to see how it feels like this. I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”
I want him to do what he’s comfortable with, but his response makes me feel like I earned his trust in that first fuck.
And I’m eager to earn even more.
I guide the head against his hole, watching intently. “I want to see my cock pushing into you.”
He smiles, and I slide the head until it disappears inside him, and as I push farther, I feel his hole enveloping me, tightening around my shaft, but still welcoming me inside.
I build into him steadily, and as I feel him loosen up just enough for me, I start thrusting.
Ryan arches his back.
“Right there. Right there, Jonas.”
“You keep saying my name like that, and I’m liable to blow.”
I’m not fucking kidding him either, but he chuckles like it’s a joke, until I’m buried to the hilt and his mouth gapes as he rolls his head back against the mattress.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters. “I’m not fragile, Jonas. Fuck me hard.”
I’m normally following his instructions in the yard, and now I’m following them in the bedroom. I lean forward, resting my hands on either side of him, testing out a few thrusts to really get a feel of him. His body welcomes the test hammering, so I pick up my pace.
Then I lean back, hooking my arms under his thighs again, lifting his ass off the bed as I drill his hole like my life depends on it.
His cock trembles on his abs as he tightens his cheeks around my shaft, then loosens them, moving in sync with me.
Some impulse in me, maybe because he’s depriving me of it, makes me wish he would look at me. I want him to watch me pummel his ass. I want to see what the pleasure looks like in his eyes.
I lean back down, our abs pushing together, his cock against me as I take his mouth again, fucking so my hips slap against his ass.