Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
“Do it now.” O’Brian’s words broke his concentration, and Valenti realized that the pale golden body beneath him was trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. O’Brian had bunched a pillow under his abdomen in order to raise his ass to the right height for fucking, and he was spread, naked and waiting for his partner to do what had to be done. “Do it,” O’Brian whispered brokenly, his face still turned so that Valenti couldn’t see his eyes. “Do it, Valenti. Can’t wait any longer. Need to have you in me. Need to feel you fuck me.”
The words drove him over the edge. Valenti spread more of the gel onto his shaft and fit himself against his partner’s body without further hesitation, pressing the thick head of his cock to the tight entrance O’Brian presented. “God,” he whispered, pressing inward and feeling the muscles under his hands jump and bunch with tension as his partner struggled to accept Valenti’s thickness into his body. “Sorry, I’m so sorry ...” he whispered as he pressed inward, invading the loving flesh, filling his partner with himself, with his cock.
“Don’t ... don’t be,” O’Brian gasped, trying to hold still as Valenti sank his cock deeper and deeper. “Just do it, babe. Just fuck me. Know you need it ... I need it, too. Need to feel you in me.”
He raised his head at last, and Valenti could see tears of pain in the deep-green eyes reflected in the mirrored wall behind the bed. Pain, but no blame. He reached up and felt an answering salty wetness on his own cheeks, and still his cock was hard with wanting, with needing. I’m an animal -- no matter how much it hurts him I can’t stop. The thought was a knife in his heart.
The images in the mirror seemed to mock him. Before him, a dark man crouched above a golden one, impaling him as two sets of eyes watched, one set gone from brown to black in anguish, the other like the sea after a storm. Dark eclipsing light. Valenti thought the scene in the mirror looked like a demon raping an angel.
At last he felt himself enveloped down to the root and heard O’Brian gasp, “In me so deep, babe. God, so deep!” Valenti waited for a moment, grasping his partner’s hips in his hands, trying to still the hammering of his heart. Then, closing his eyes, hating himself more than he had ever thought possible, he began to thrust.
The friction around his shaft was indescribable -- wet velvet that gripped and clung to his every contour as he moved inside O’Brian’s body. Valenti pulled back, feeling the slick fist of his partner’s inner muscles around his shaft, and pushed forward again, plundering, taking what his body begged for.
He felt a need for even deeper penetration, and leaning back for greater leverage, he thrust again, harder this time. It seemed that the new position did something to O’Brian, touched a spot inside his body that galvanized his partner like an electric shock. Valenti felt him jump as he plowed forward, and thought, Prostate. A low groan from the man under him confirmed the thought.
“God, Nick ... what?” O’Brian moaned, hands gripping the coverlet beneath them as he struggled to be open enough for Valenti’s cock, struggled to take the punishing pleasure Valenti was ramming into his body with each thrust of his thick shaft.
Without answering, Valenti took full advantage of the situation. At least I can give you some pleasure while I’m doing this to you. Keeping the angle so that he ground himself mercilessly over and over that one spot in his partner’s body, he began to fuck in earnest, pounding into O’Brian’s body, letting go as he had never dared to do with any woman he had ever been with. Somewhere inside him, a voice whispered that his partner could take it. O’Brian was no soft, easily damaged female who might cry out and beg Valenti to stop. He was strong enough to take all the rough love his partner had to offer and ask for more. O’Brian’s next words confirmed his thoughts.
“Ah, Nicky ... Nick! You’re fuckin’ me so good, babe. So deep. Don’t stop ... harder!”
“Is this what you want? Is it?” Valenti demanded, driven crazy by the intense sensations around his cock and his partner’s provocative words. He thrust harder, deeper, clutching O’Brian’s hips so fiercely that he knew there would be finger-shaped bruises bracketing his partner’s pelvis the next day. And yet he didn’t care -- didn’t care about anything but owning this man who was gasping and begging beneath him. Possessing his partner utterly, marking him, branding him so that neither of them could ever forget Valenti’s cock buried to the hilt in O’Brian’s unresisting flesh.