Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Despite that knowledge, I still coated my dick with a generous amount of lube, since there was no way I was going to be able to go slow at this rate.
I stepped behind him but didn’t tell him to remove his fingers. Instead, I opened him up so I could watch him. “Show me,” I said softly. “Let me see how open that pretty hole of yours is.”
Oz groaned and dropped his head to the vanity as he pulled his fingers free. Sure enough, his hole stayed open for several seconds before reflexively closing.
“Again,” I demanded, and Oz quickly complied. I made him fuck himself over and over, stopping him only long enough so he could show me his opening. He was begging me to fuck him after the fourth time, and right before his hole was about to close up, I pushed my dick into him.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Oz shouted as his hands scrabbled for purchase. He ended up closing one hand around the faucet while the other gripped the edge of the vanity.
“Gonna be a rough ride, baby. You ready for that?” I asked as I shoved deeper into him.
“Ungh,” was all he managed to get out.
I fucked him hard and fast, taking him to the edge repeatedly, but never letting him go over it. He was begging me by the time my own orgasm hovered just below the surface of my skin.
“Grab your cock,” I demanded.
“Please,” he whimpered. I could tell I was losing him to his impending orgasm. His body was turning to jelly and his legs were barely holding him up. “I… I can’t…”
“Cock, baby. Get yourself off. Do it now.”
“But…”
I slammed into him hard, using one hand on his shoulder to hold him in place. The other I curled around his hip to offer some leverage for the brutal pounding I was giving him. We were both dripping with sweat and our panting had long ago fogged up the edges of the mirror.
“Open your eyes, Oz,” I said, reaching up to grab his chin and lift his face to the mirror.
“Jake,” he whimpered.
“Look at us together–watch what you do to me. Just like that,” I bit out as I draped my body over his, forcing him flush against the vanity. I curled my arms around him and pounded him hard. I bit down on the sensitive shell of his ear. “Come for me, baby,” I said. “Wanna feel your tight ass wrapped around my dick so good that it’s like you’re never gonna let me go.”
Oz let out a little cry as his fingers curled around the forearm I had wrapped around his collarbone. He screamed when he came, then bit down on my arm. I buried my nose against the back of his neck as his body clamped down on mine.
“Jesusfuckingchrist,” I muttered. One of my hands was resting on his belly, so I felt his cum hit the back of it when he came.
And came.
And came.
He was still spasming around me when I couldn’t hold back anymore and gave into my need to let go. I surged into him over and over as my release filled the condom. Seconds or minutes passed, I wasn’t sure. But when I collapsed onto his back, Oz was practically dead weight beneath me. I had a feeling I was the only thing keeping him upright.
“You okay?” I asked when I managed to find my voice.
“Nrngh.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I said. “But if it isn’t, feel free to bite me even harder.”
I felt a rumble of laughter go through Oz as he carefully removed his teeth from my arm. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“You better not be,” I said as I eased my hold on him just a little. “That was hot as fuck.”
“Good, because I’m not actually sorry,” he murmured, then turned his head just enough that I knew what he wanted. I kissed him as best I could, considering our positions, then carefully withdrew my spent cock from his body. He let out a little grunt but didn’t move when I straightened and disposed of the condom. I took the opportunity to get the shower started, then helped him to stand before turning him to face me. I was surprised when he pushed into my arms and buried his face against my neck. I was startled to feel something hot and wet against my skin a second later.
“Hey, what’s this?” I asked as I forced his head up. And it was exactly as I’d feared.
He was crying.
“Sorry,” he said as he dashed at his tears.
“Talk to me. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said before I could even finish the question. “No, I just…”
“Just what?” I asked as I rubbed my hand up and down his back.
“How am I supposed to let you go after all this?” he asked as he dropped his eyes.