Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Kiss me,” I demanded as I slipped under the covers again. Pulling the covers tight around us, I stretched over him like he was my own personal heated, fuzzy mat. We both gasped as our chests and dicks brushed together, bodies adjusting to each other like we’d had lifetimes of kissing like this.
“Kissing you might be the best job I’ve ever had.” Chuckling, Harley tenderly explored my mouth, gradually amping up the heat until we were grinding against each other, cocks straining to get as close as possible, kisses getting sloppier, more urgent. As much as I wanted this to last, I couldn’t help pushing harder against him.
“Shh. We have time,” he soothed. I hoped he was right. Time seemed the most precious of commodities. I wished I could bottle his kisses and this energy, all potent and crackling with anticipation yet unhurried. Like he said, we had time. Tonight at least, all we had was the patter of the rain and endless hours. The way he kissed me said he was willing to take until dawn to get this right. He stroked me all over as we kissed, hands as active as his lips.
“Oh, that’s good,” I breathed as he palmed my ass, holding me closer so our cocks rubbed more purposefully together.
“Yeah, it is.” He ventured a finger down my crack. “This okay?”
“Yes. I want you.” I pushed up to meet his touch. He circled my rim as he mouthed along my neck, making me shiver. For all I could be particular about this act, I did love the sensations, the way even teasing contact woke up long dormant nerve endings, made them needy and achy.
“Lube,” I reminded him as he increased the pressure.
“Oh yeah.” His cheeks turned pink before he reached for the lube and slicked up his fingers.
“Start slow, right?” He painted slick circles around my rim, slowly easing one fingertip in.
“Not that slow.” I gave a strangled laugh. “More. Please.”
“Mmm.” He rumbled happily at my begging, giving me exactly what I wanted and starting a slow but steady rhythm of finger-fucking. “Good?”
“Little deeper.” God, even giving him tips was sexy. Harley, with his Greek god body, A+ dirty-talk game, and magic hands, was mine to command. I could get thoroughly drunk on this power. “Curve your…”
I trailed off on a keening moan as he discovered my prostate for the first time. His eyes went wide and dark with pleasure. “God, your face, Ambrose. So hot.”
“Do it again. Please.” I turned the demand into a request simply to feel him surge under me. That one word had such an effect on him, like a hidden on-button to a higher level of pleasure for us both. Gradually, he worked in a second finger, and when he experimentally scissored them, I shuddered and groaned. “Oh yes. More like that. Stretch me.”
“Want me to make you all ready, baby?” He kissed along my neck and shoulders, breathing deeply with each thrust of his fingers. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
For the first time, with his big body under me, porn star-worthy cock pressing into my belly, and him whispering sweet nothings about how tight I was, I fully understood why some people had such a thing for size kink. Any concerns I had over my own size were lost to how good his long fingers felt, how much I wanted to take that giant cock, how safe and secure his bigger body made me feel.
“It’s good. So good.” I was all breathless as he eased a third finger in. “I like being this full of you. Need it.”
“I can tell.” He stroked my back with his other hand. “Tell me what else you need.”
“Your cock. Please. I’m ready.” I rubbed shamelessly against him,
“Yeah? Need me to fill you up?” He was already reaching for the condom and more lube, even before I nodded.
“Yes. Please.” I moved off so he had room to roll the condom on. I expected him to push me onto my back, but instead, he gathered me close, spooning me from behind.
“This okay?” he asked, kissing right below my ear.
“Perfect.” I meant so much more than the position. He was perfect, and so was this moment, his tender embrace countered by the hard press of his cock against my rim. His steady stream of whispered praise eased the burn as he steadily pushed in.
“Want to take such good care of you.” He thrust in small, shallow movements, his caretaking absolutely exquisite, especially for someone new to this. He was trying so damn hard, and that, even more than his cock, made my whole body spark with pleasure. Cherished. I felt cherished on a level I’d never known.
“You always do.” I tilted my head back to find his mouth for a sweet kiss. My neck couldn’t support the angle for too long, but the way he was holding me so close made this my new favorite position of all time. His hands roved all over my torso and arms as he thrust deeper. The stretch burned because there was no getting around his size, but the fullness and the pressure against my prostate made it more than worth any discomfort.