Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Yessss,” I said. “That feels…perfect.” Nothing but the truth tumbling from my lips.
Again, he chuckled. “Well, that just the tip of my finger. Let’s see what you think about two or three fingers, stretching you to the point of making you think it might actually do you bodily damage…then it only gets fuller when I remove my fingers and ease the thick head of that plug inside you.” His words drove me crazy. I felt his finger go deeper, at least to his first knuckle, and then he started sliding it in and out. “You saw the plug, boy. You know how wide it gets before reducing in size again. You know how full it’s bound to make you feel.”
His finger nudged against something inside of me and I would have exploded out of his lap if he hadn’t been holding me in place. One arm wrapped around my waist while a finger rubbed relentlessly against what had to be the bundle of nerves that made up my prostate. I heard about this—heard how absolutely fucking wonderful it felt, but nothing could have prepared me for the magnificence of it. At some point, I couldn’t begin to think straight or make coherent sentences, he’d snuck another finger inside of me and, to my horror, I was bouncing up and down on his long fingers like I was riding a cock. Women had done it to me before—rode my cock while I enjoyed the slide and glide and watched their sexy boobs bounce up and down with the erotic movement.
I looked down, following the path of Landon’s intense stare. I might not have the boobs to offer any movement, but my cock was giving it the ole quarterback effort. With every move I made, driving his fingers deeper inside me and then off again, my cock bounced. My slit bubbled and dripped, threatening to explode ropes of come.
As if he read thoughts, Landon said, “Don’t you dare come until I’m ready for you to.”
He removed the arm from around my waist and wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock, using my own leaking fluid to slicken the movement. My ass bumped up and down as I humped his fist. It felt vulgar and dirty. It felt perfect. I moved faster, grinding in a desperate attempt to fulfill my body’s desire to orgasm. My balls drew up tight against me. I was close…so fucking close.
When his fingers slipped out of me, I cussed in frustration. “Put them back inside me. Please,” I begged. Yeah, pride had left me about the second I’d followed his orders to strip off my pants and underwear. “I need to feel you.”
“I know, baby,” he cooed. “Daddy knows how much you like being stuffed. You rode my fingers like your ass was made to have something shoved inside you all the time.” His eyes were heavy with lust as his attention remained focused on my cock which was standing tall between us. Unable to stop myself, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his.
“Fuck, Landon,” I mumbled. “I would have never pegged you being into dirty talk.”
“That’s funny because I would have never pegged you as a guy that liked having his ass stuffed,” he countered…just as he pushed the tip of the toy against my hole. “I guess we both have a lot to learn about each other, don’t we?”
“It’s looking that way,” I answered as I pushed my ass back against the plug. I wanted it but wasn’t sure I could handle it. Realizing there was only one way to find out, I reached around to hold his hand still and tried to lower myself onto the rubber toy. Even with the slickness of the lube, my body rejected the invasion. I chewed on my bottom lip and tried again.
Nothing. Not an inch.
“Something’s not right,” I muttered in frustration. “People do this all the time, right? Why can’t I? What am I doing wrong?”
“This is what I was talking about, Micah,” he said. “Preparation is very important.”
“Shush,” I countered. “I can do this.”
One of his hands started squeezing my shoulder. Squeeze and release. His fingers dug into my muscles, massaging the tightness away. “You need to relax, babe. It isn’t a chore that you should be able to do because others can. It’s all about pleasure.”
“Pleasure…yeah, I got it. Relax. Breathe deep breaths.” I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure…which had managed to pull a disappearing act the moment Landon’s toy started trying to enter no-man’s land. Pouting, I whispered, “Maybe I can’t do it.”
His hand kept massaging my shoulder, but his lips started working some magic on me. “Just relax your entire body.” Kiss. Suckle. Tongue swipe. “Focus on the pleasure.” A nip at my lips.
The fog of pleasure started to return…just like the pressure on my hole.