Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I wedged my hands in between us to plant them on the thick carpet that decorated his chest, to find both of his nipples. When I brushed the pads of my thumbs over the pebbled tips, he took my mouth again.
This time when he took full control, he kissed me like he was trying to eat me in one swallow. But before I could get lost in that kiss, he ended it, twisted us around and pushed me onto the bed.
I landed with a bounce. “Ass up or ass down?”
“Ass up.”
I moved to the center of the bed and sat on the towel. “I need you to remember it’s me you’re fucking. I’m not going to be a hole you’re pretending is someone else’s. If that’s what you want, then we aren’t doing this.” When he said nothing… “Chase…”
He nodded.
“That decides it. Ass down. If you don’t like it, the door’s behind you. If your head is elsewhere, I’d rather you just leave than use me as a substitute.” I held my breath as I waited for his response, which came in him grabbing the container of Tush Cush and tossing it into my lap. I held it up. “Before I open this, I need to hear it from you.”
“With the way your mouth runs, I’d have a hard time pretending you’re anyone else.”
“So, what you’re saying is, I should talk the whole time to make sure you remain present in this room with me and don’t end up in your head with someone else.”
“What I’m saying is… shut up.”
An unrestrained laugh burst from me. But that laughter quickly faded as he climbed onto the bed. I quickly shifted toward the headboard, made sure the towel was still tucked under me so we wouldn’t make too much of a mess on my sheets, then I popped open the cap to the lube.
As I squeezed a generous amount on my index and middle fingers, Chase was tearing open a condom. While I prepped myself with the Tush Cush, Chase watched.
Closely.
That gave me a reason to make a show of it by planting my feet on the bed and lifting my ass to spread the lube generously around my hole, dipping my fingers inside. Once I had enough lube shoved in there, I plunged my fingers in and out in a seductive, hopefully not awkward, manner.
I must have achieved my goal since, as he watched, his hand slid up and down his length, the condom forgotten in the other.
When I turned it into an even bigger display, adding little moans and groans along with a few hip thrusts, he shook his head, rolled on the condom and snagged the Tush Cush from my fingers. “Are you ever normal?”
“Life’s too short to be normal. I can fake it when I need to.”
He applied the lube generously all over his latex-covered cock and when he was done, he closed the cap and placed it on my nightstand so it would be close by.
Smart thinking.
It had been a while since I’d been the receiver since that wasn’t my preference. I didn’t hate it, I just preferred being the plunger instead of the one being plunged.
On his knees, he shuffled between my bent legs, grabbing my ankles as he did so and like when he rimmed me, he pushed my knees into my chest. I loosened my muscles in preparation when he dragged his middle finger down my taint to my anus, and without warning, plunged it inside.
“I’d prefer—” His finger curled and stroked my prostate. “Nope. You’re good.”
With his finger still deep in my ass, teasing my most magical spot, he leaned over me and took my mouth.
Okay, I could get used to this.
He kept kissing me as he slipped his finger from my hole, wiped it on the towel and then shifted forward. He slid the head of his cock down my perineum until it was right at his target. Where he wanted it.
Where I wanted it, too.
A bump, a nudge, a knock at my back door. Then he was pressing forward while deepening the kiss that had me guessing if he was only doing it to keep me quiet.
I relaxed the ring of muscle, welcoming him inside.
He took that opportunity to slide in deeper, taking it slow and careful. Pulling back, shifting, pushing forward, working his way inside me while stretching me in the process.
The farther he went, the more full I felt, the more distracted I became, making me only half participate in the kiss.
But when he was finally fully seated, when he could go no further, when his balls were smashed to my ass, he stopped kissing me and lifted his head and stared down at me.
His expression was guarded, his eyes unreadable and he was no longer moving. He simply breathed and stared.