Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I can take you.
He drops down to lick me again, adding moisture to ease his way and making me tremble. I groan, my heels digging into his wide back. “Please.”
“I love hearing you beg,” he mutters darkly against my taint before lapping at my balls with his tongue. He tugs on them again and I shout shamelessly. “I shouldn’t admit that. You already think I like to make men cry.”
Make me cry.
“I’ll beg for you,” I gasp out the promise. “I want you to make me.”
He bites the inside of my thigh hard enough to sting. “Don’t tempt me. Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes!”
He licks my skin and moans. “Fuck, you’re sweet. I wanted to drop you to that kitchen floor and hold you down. I thought about sending the others away and making you scream my name for the rest of the night, but you went to sleep before I got the chance.”
“I wasn’t asleep.” My nails score his shoulders and arms as I fight to keep myself from reaching for my erection. “I was too busy jerking off, imagining you holding me down.”
Carter groans and I bite back a feral smile. “What else?”
He’s breathing faster now. Eyes bright with lust. “I wanted to spank you. Punish you for smiling at that cop in your apartment. For coming up with all those reasons to send me away.” He sucks the skin of my thigh into his mouth again, and I know I’m a lick away from losing it. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You make me crazy, JD. You’re still healing and I want to mark you. Does that scare you?”
Yes. I’m scared of how much I want it. I let him go and struggle to remove my shirt. “Do it.”
“Do what?”
It’s hard to concentrate with his fingers curving deep, rubbing against my prostate again and again and making me shudder. I’m holding on by a fraying thread and I don’t know if I can last, whether he tells me to or not.
“Come on me. Mark me, Carter.”
“Jesus,” he swears, his cheeks flushed. “You want me to come on your chest?”
“Please.”
“Fuck, yes.”
With that low, fierce response, his mouth slides down my cock again, swallowing me whole and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him, senseless. Climbing higher and higher as I force myself to wait.
It’s only when he lifts his head long enough to say, “Come now, baby,” before taking me back in his mouth with a greedy groan, that I finally explode.
Sweet relief. Every cell in my body is having its own mind-blowing orgasm at the same time. Like the full body climax had been building up inside me for all these years, waiting for him to set it free.
Waiting for him.
I watch through a blissful haze as he swallows every drop of my release, his eyes dark and unblinking on mine, his full lips spread wide.
The image is branded in my mind now. I’ll never forget how he looks in this moment. How it feels to be this satisfied. Never.
With one last, greedy lick, he gets to his feet and steps out of his shorts, coming back on the couch to straddle my waist with his thick, muscular thighs.
“Holy Zeus,” I breathe out raggedly as I finally get a good look at the beast.
His cock is a world fucking wonder. Every vein and ridge, the flushed color of it, the dark nest of hair at the base and the pearly drops coating its silky head—it’s all perfection.
I lick my lips, wondering how he’d taste, and he groans. “Stop tempting me with that mouth. The way I’m feeling now, I’ll be too rough on you.”
But I want rough.
He starts to stroke himself, looking down at me like a Viking or some ancient fertility god claiming his due. My spent dick twitches instantly back to life. “Do it,” I dare him. “No one has ever marked me before.”
“Fuck.”
My eyes go wide as I see his erection get bigger. Harder. He likes being the first.
“I’m dying to fill you up,” he growls. “To see what you look like when I’m balls deep inside you.”
“With that monster?” I eye his length and girth, trembling with arousal. “I love a challenge.”
“Not yet.” He starts to jerk himself hard and fast, his fist so tight his knuckles whiten while he keeps his gaze focused on me. It makes me feel powerful, the way he looks at me.
My hands caress his thighs. “Not yet,” I agree, watching him with unblinking eyes. “But I want you inside me, Zeus. I want that sexy beast forcing me open. Want you to make me take every inch and then call me a good boy.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this, admitting it out loud, but at my words, everything in his body goes still and tight for less than a heartbeat. And then he erupts.