Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Tate smiled. “He’ll knock or he’ll call out to us. Don’t worry, we’ll hear him. Parent hearing,” he said with a chuckle as he tapped his ear.
I flipped the lock and returned to him. I leaned down and said against his lips, “I have a lot to learn.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” Tate said and then he kissed me. It took only minutes to get back to the level of desire we’d been at before Tate had discovered the tattoo. Once we’d gotten each other undressed the rest of the way, Tate urged me to sit on the bed and then he said, “Scoot back a bit.”
My nerves started to kick in as Tate fished the bottle of lube out of the drawer of the nightstand, but he merely dropped the bottle on the bed next to us and then crawled up my body and settled his weight on top of me as he kissed me. What followed was sensual torture unlike any I’d ever known. Because Tate touched me everywhere and with every part of himself. And when he was done with my front, he rolled me over and started on my back. Lips, teeth, tongue…he used every weapon in his arsenal to consume me and I was so hard by the time he reached my ass, I was sure I was going to explode the second he touched me there. By the time I felt my cheeks being opened, I didn’t care how exposed I was. Not like that time in the shower.
I forced myself to wait for the feel of Tate’s finger probing me, but it wasn’t the rough pad of a fingertip that touched me. My whole body reverberated with shock when Tate’s tongue licked over my entrance and I let out a harsh groan at how unexpectedly good it felt. His finger had been heaven, but his slick, wet tongue…it was indescribable. And he didn’t just lick me. He nipped, he sucked, he kissed and then his tongue was pushing inside of me and I buried my face in the bedding to stifle my shout of pleasure. It could have been two minutes or twenty before I felt Tate’s fingers touching my hole, but it was only to spread my hole open even farther so that he could sink more of his tongue into me.
“Too much,” I ground out as I began humping the bed in the hopes I could make myself come.
Tate ignored my pleas and kept teasing me and then his finger was entering me. But instead of finger fucking me, he mixed it up so I was always on edge, not knowing how long it would be his tongue or his finger spearing inside of me. When it was his finger, he massaged my prostate, but the contact was too fleeting. Whimpers began erupting from my throat as my orgasm began to build, but the second I made a move to reach my hand between my body and the bed, Tate was pulling away from me and rolling me onto my back. I moaned when his tongue slipped inside my mouth and while the musky, forbidden flavor should have freaked me out, all it did was make me want more.
Tate used one of his hands to urge me to part my legs and as soon as I did, his cock brushed mine as he shifted his weight and then his finger was pushing inside of me again. I’d somehow missed him putting lube on it though, but feeling the cool liquid being spread around inside me both excited and frightened me. Because Tate’s finger and tongue were one thing, his cock another.
“I can make you come like this,” Tate suddenly said as he continued to finger fuck me. I loved that he was giving me an out, but I didn’t need it.
“No,” I said. “I want you inside of me when I come.”
Tate nodded and leaned down to press a soft kiss over my lips before he sat up and reached for the lube. I forced myself to take even breaths as I watched him prepare his cock. His eyes connected with mine and then he reached for my legs and placed them on his shoulders. The position was strange to me, but as soon as Tate scooted forward and pressed his dick to my hole, I forgot all about it and held my breath.
“Push against me,” Tate said softly and then he began to move. At first there was just a strong burning sensation as Tate’s cock began to enter me, but it changed to full on pain the harder he pushed.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“Breathe, baby,” Tate murmured as he stilled for a moment. I did as he told me and tried to force the rest of my body to relax. The pain got worse and the burn returned, but there was something else too. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Something inside of me that wanted more, even as my flaming entrance was screaming that it was enough. I focused my eyes on Tate and saw the fierce concentration in his features as he watched where we were joined and I knew in that moment that this was exactly what I wanted. The knowledge helped my body relax even more and I actually felt when my hole gave way and accepted Tate’s thickness. Tate’s eyes connected with mine as he gave me a few seconds to adjust and my heart swelled at the sight of the unfettered love I saw there.