Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck. I think I’m gonna come,” he hissed. His hand reached up and wrapped around my bicep with a tight grasp. “I…I need….”
His brow crinkled into a frown and he moved his head from side to side on the pillow in frustration. His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip. “I want…more.”
“Give me your hand,” I growled.
Without hesitation, he lifted his hand to me. I squirted lube on it and said, “Work your cock, baby. Show me what you like. I’m going to put my finger inside of you…show you something special. Is that okay? Or too much?”
“No, no…definitely okay,” he answered quickly. “More than okay. Why do I want that so fucking bad?”
“Don’t worry about the ‘whys’,” I ordered. “Just let me pleasure you. Come on, show me how you play with yourself when nobody’s there to give you what you need. Make yourself come for me, babe.”
I leaned back to where I was sitting my ass on my heels between his spread legs.
He made a grab toward my cock but missed as I moved back. “Hey! I wanted to touch that. I thought I was gonna….”
“Don’t worry about me.” The pout on his face was incredibly cute. “I’m so close that just watching you will be enough for me.” He still pouted but his hand obediently started sliding up and down his own length…without much passion, but I felt confident I’d get him there pretty quickly. “Spread your legs wider, Baker.” I took his ankles and bent his legs to where his feet rested on the mattress next to his hips. It gave me a perfect view of his pucker, taint, and balls. If he handled his cock properly, I could handle the rest. I pushed his knees and said, “A little wider. I’ve seen your training videos, I know how flexible you are.”
“Yeah, well, I had my clothes on then,” he retorted. “This is different. Give me a beginner’s break, okay?” His voice was a whine, but his eyes sparkled with fun and his legs widened.
Nervous Baker was funny. I liked him just fine. I squirted more lube onto my hands and said, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
He frowned. “Making me beg is rude, Seth.”
I pushed one digit against his hole and his mouth snapped shut.
“Oh, fuck. Okay. I’m good.”
I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face when I looked down at him. He was concentrating so damned hard. “You know I haven’t done anything yet, right?”
“So help me, Jeezus, I’m going to kill you one day,” he muttered, and then opened his mouth to say something else.
My finger slid inside…shutting him up.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I said. My eyes were locked on the spot where my finger disappeared inside of him. His inside walls were hot and clamped greedily on what invaded him. I pushed deeper and watched as he arched his back off the mattress. The stroking of his cock had grown faster…more desperate.
“Yeah, that. There.”
He’d suddenly turned into a bossy little sub…and I liked it. Hell, I liked everything about Baker Daley. I slid my finger the rest of the way in, pushed, pulled it almost completely out, and then went deep again. Again and again, I worked my digit inside him, loosening the tightness and allowing him to relax. Using my knees, I lifted his hips a bit and rested them on me, tilting him upward enough to give me an even better view. The cords in his neck strained and sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips. He was gorgeous.
When I thought he’d loosened up enough, I stretched him more by adding another finger.
“Hmmmm,” he responded and then used his free hand to begin fondling his balls.
“Do you like your taint played with?” I asked right before I rubbed a finger over the spot and then pushed against it. His back arched gracefully again.
“Uh…yeah. Who doesn’t?”
The lube had mixed with his precum and dribbled over his balls, taint, and slowly slid to the hole I had plugged with my fingers. The way his hand vigorously worked his dick caused a wicked sound to tickle my cock. I kept a finger pressed against his taint but crooked the ones inside of him, searching for his sweet spot. I found the nub of nerves and pushed against it.
It was all it took to send him over the edge.
“Arrgghhh!” he roared as he bucked his hips one last time and spurted cum all over his chest and stomach. His balls emptied load after load.
When I could finally pull my eyes away from the pattern of white coating him, I looked at his face and the look of pure pleasure caused me to shoot my own load, mixing it with his. I’d never in my life come without anyone touching me or without some physical stimulation…before Baker. Post Baker—my life would never be the same again. I knew I traveled down a dead end path, but I couldn’t stop. I’d picked up too much speed. There was no turning back at this point.