Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Come on, pet.” Rafe gave a series of quick smacks first to one side then the other, not stopping a beat. “Show me your tears. Give them to me.”
“I can’t,” Hop whispered.
“Why?”
“If I start now, I might never stop.” He sounded more distressed than ever before, like his world was crumbing because he couldn’t give Rafe what he wanted.
Rafe lowered to rest his forehead between Hop’s shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go, I promise.”
Hop sniffed, then hiccupped. Rafe leaned forward to see tears streaked down his painted face.
“That’s it, baby.” Rafe smoothed Hop’s hair from his face. “You are magnificent.” Hop’s lips trembled. “I know it was hard opening up for me.” Rafe kissed Hop’s cheek. He tasted the salty evidence of Hop’s courage. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” A small hint of Hop’s usual attitude.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
Rafe smiled at Hop’s grudging tone, and then kissed his ear. “Thank you.”
“Sadist.”
Satisfaction pumped through his blood, filling him with renewed confidence. He spent a good ten minutes showering Hop with comfort and affection, allowing them both time and space to recover. But soon, his arousal became distracting and Hop’s unending wiggle needed to be dealt with.
He rolled to his knees and kissed down Hop’s spine, lowering the waistband of those sinful briefs to expose Hop’s bruised ass. The first swipe of his tongue over the tender flesh had Hop hissing, the next had him moaning. Rafe guided Hop into lifting his ass enough for the briefs to be rolled to his ankles. The new position allowed Hop to spread his thighs and gave Rafe better access. He sucked Hop’s balls into his mouth and curled a hand between his legs to cup Hop’s cock.
Finding it hard and wet was a balm he hadn’t realized he’d needed.
More proof they were on the same page.
Using his mouth, he licked, sucked, and kissed Hop’s balls and hole while his hand held Hop’s erection and occasionally rubbed over the head. He didn’t have much experience rimming, a few of his early subs had liked it so he’d given it a try, but he’d never found it exciting. With Hop, it was different. There was a piece of him that wanted to devour Hop anyway he could. Mostly, it was the need to inspire those crazy-making sounds from him.
“God, fuck, Rafe.” Hop pushed back onto Rafe’s tongue. For once, Rafe let Hop take his own pleasure. The wanton abandon was too arousing to stop. Hop fisted the sheet, with his face pressed into the mattress to muffle his groans. When Hop’s cock dripped continuously and his balls lifted close to his body, Rafe stopped.
“No!” Hop cried and Rafe swatted him gently.
The lube and condoms were within reach, so Rafe grabbed both and suited up in short order. Hop stilled at the pop of the cap as expectation hung in the air between them. Rafe didn’t bother with more prep.
“Hard and fast, you said.” Rafe plunged in.
“Yes, sir,” Hop said between thrusts. “Fuck me, please.”
Rafe did.
Chapter Thirty-One
Head spinning, all Hop could do was hang on as Rafe slammed into him with the force of an angry bull, hitting his prostate every single time. Breathing became optional because his mind and body were focused solely on the overwhelming pleasure. Rafe was a tidal wave, bearing down on him. Powerful, masterful, and perfect.
Smacking sounds of skin against skin filled the room. Drips of Rafe’s sweat trickled down Hop’s spine, and he’d probably have finger-shaped bruises on his hips tomorrow. He hoped.
“Please, please, please,” Hop chanted.
“If you come without permission you’ll regret it.”
“Rafe, I need to.”
Rafe’s thrusts slowed to a stop.
“No, God, please can I come?” Hop wailed.
Rafe pulled out all the way and, using his grip on Hop’s waist, flipped Hop to his back. He tugged Hop’s underwear off and kneed open Hop’s thighs.
“No,” Rafe said, and then he held the lace around Hop’s throat and pumped in again.
The pace didn’t slow and now it was worse because he could look into Rafe’s face and see the determination barely masking his desire.
The restraint on his neck wasn’t much of one, but the added pressure around his throat was as good as a leash. It titillated and hooked him, bringing him even more fully under Rafe’s spell. The new position meant Rafe’s thrusts went deeper than before, the stretch burned but Hop contracted his muscles on Rafe’s every retreat.
With a groan, Rafe’s mouth clashed with his, all teeth and tongue. It was sloppy and wet and urgent. Delirious with need, balls full and aching, Hop lost all sense of time and place. All that existed was Rafe’s cock inside him so deep it touched his soul.
“Stay with me, pet.”
Always, Hop thought. For however long you’ll keep me.
Hop’s cock was trapped between their bodies. There was no way Hop could reach it. Not that he had the strength to do it, even if he could. How Rafe could keep up such a punishing pace for so long Hop couldn’t understand. It must have been at least forty minutes now. It felt like years that he’d been stuck on the ledge between bliss and anguish. Only Rafe’s command kept him from tumbling off.