Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Vincent smiled. “Let’s just say I wasn’t your biggest fan when Ronan told me what you did for a living.”
I chuckled. “And now?”
Vincent’s expression turned serious as he held my gaze. “Definitely a fan,” he whispered, and then he was pulling me forward for a long, sweet kiss. When he tried to pull back, I followed until I was straddling his lap.
I grabbed his face to make sure he was focused on me when I said, “Thank you for telling me. Doesn’t change a thing,” I said softly. “But thank you for trusting me.”
Vincent nodded and then he was kissing me again. His hands drifted down my ass so he could grind our cocks together. It was a struggle to stop kissing him long enough for him to get my shirt off. It wasn’t until his hand snaked down my pants and gripped my cock that I tore my mouth from his and let out a guttural groan. He gave me several long strokes that had me bucking against his hand. My breath was coming in hard pants as I said, “Do you…do you have anything?”
I hoped like hell he knew what I was talking about, because I couldn’t get the damn thought out beyond those few words.
“Uh-huh,” he murmured against my mouth. “Pants off,” he ordered as he pulled his wallet out of his jeans and began rifling through it.
I stumbled to my feet and practically ripped my pants off. By the time I’d kicked them aside, he had his pants shoved down his hips and he was lubing up his dick. I waited for him to tell me what position he wanted me in, but when he snagged my wrist and dragged me back down onto his lap, I lost all train of thought. His slick dick rubbed up against mine and then his hand was there.
“Lift up a little,” he said. I used my knees to lift off him and let out a hoarse moan when his finger found my hole. I braced my hands on his shoulders as he pressed his finger inside of me in one swift move, and as he finger-fucked me, I tried grinding my erection against his body.
Then his dick was there and he was urging me back down. It wasn’t until his crown nudged up against my hole that I realized he was going to take me just like this – with me straddling him.
Riding him.
“Oh God,” I cried out as he began to sink inside of me. I dropped all my weight down onto him in my eagerness to get him fully inside of me.
“Slow, baby,” he whispered.
I shook my head. I didn’t want slow. I wanted fast and hard and hot.
The position gave me more control than I’d ever had before, which I eagerly took advantage of. Even as Vincent tried to grab my hips to slow me down, I let gravity work in my favor. The stretch bordered on painful as he bottomed out inside of me. I sat there, heart thudding inside my chest, breaths seesawing in and out of me as I tried to adjust to how full the new position made me feel. It wasn’t until Vincent murmured, “Your show, baby,” against my lips that I realized he was really going to let me have this.
He was going to let me control our pleasure.
I lifted up a little and dropped back down, but true to his word, Vincent’s hold on my hips was merely to steady me and not urge me on either way. I found the rhythm I wanted after just a couple of minutes. I could feel Vincent’s pants scraping my ass every time I lowered myself onto him, but the sensation just ratcheted my need higher.
I began to frantically ride him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “So good, Vincent,” I growled as I chased my orgasm. “So close,” I told him, hoping he wasn’t far behind me.
“Take what you want, Nate. Wanna watch you come.”
It was the permission I needed. I lost all interest in where he was at and just used his body to my benefit. I was dimly aware of him urging me on with his voice and his hands, but I was too far gone to care. My one and only goal was to come.
I reached between our bodies and began desperately jerking myself off as the friction of his dick sliding in and out of me began to dictate how I moved.
“That’s it, baby. Shoot it all over me.”
Vincent’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure, and I looked down to see my hand furiously stroking my dick over the hard muscles of Vincent’s abdomen. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I used my free hand to clasp his neck as the orgasm raced up my spine. I came hard and fast, but luckily, I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see a jet of cum splatter across Vincent’s open lips. Another shot of semen grazed his cheek. I was so turned on by the sight that I kept riding Vincent as I leaned over and ran my tongue up his cheek to collect the fluid. His chin was next, and then I was kissing him and sharing my taste with him. He eagerly lapped at my mouth as he took everything I gave him. I felt his dick pulsing inside of me, signaling the end. He shouted into our next kiss as he came, and I hung onto his shoulders as he jerked his hips upwards so he could press himself as deep inside of me as he could get.