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)
“Better than okay,” I answered softly.
Something red flashed on his phone and I knew he’d activated the video. “Pull it out, babe. Slowly,” he urged. “Slow enough that we’ll be able to see how your greedy ass tries to keep it inside you.”
Fuck, he’d kill me with all those dirty words. Just as he’d ordered, I gripped the base of the plug and tugged it…and just like he’d suggested, my hole clamped tightly around the toy and tried to stop me from pulling it out. It hurt in the most delicious of ways. When I’d reached what had to be the thickest part of the plug, he whispered for me to stop. It was painful. My ass screamed for mercy—it was too much—too thick—too wide…too much every damn thing. Like a good boy, though, I held it there, stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched in my life just because Landon’s eyes had glazed over with wild lust. I knew right then and there, I’d do anything for him. Anything.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered in awe. “Pull it out and push it back in again. Go as deep as you can go.”
My body made a strange sound when the toy popped free and I felt some of the lube slip out and slide down the crack of my ass. With my ass still sore, I pushed the toy all the way back in. I yelped in pain and my ass bucked in the air but we were both so caught up in each other, there was no amount of discomfort that would have stopped me. When I pulled it free again, he stopped filming and tucked his phone back into his back pocket. “That’s for us to enjoy later. Give me the toy so I can get rid of it.” He leaned down and kissed my cock, like he’d done earlier. “I’d kiss you silly right now, but I don’t want to mess up your lips.” He took the plug from me and stood up to dispose of it, but then paused to look down at me again. This time, the tip of his finger swiped the fluid that leaked from the tip of my cock. Once his finger was coated with my essence, he brought it to his lips and sucked it off. “Mine. No games, Micah. You’re mine.”
“I…I can go with that,” I finally managed to answer.
While he worked to make sure the toy flushed down the expensive commodes and then cleaned his hands, I did absolutely nothing but sit on the velvet couch and stare down at myself. Hell, I couldn’t do much more. I was as weak as a kitten but as excited as a puppy—it was a strange mix.
When he returned, he didn’t yell at me to hurry or ask what I’d been doing. Instead, he carefully helped me slip into my pants and tuck my shirt in. “Are you good, babe?” he asked.
“Never better,” I answered in a voice that didn’t sound like my own. “Never better, Landon. You are in so much trouble,” I said as I leaned into him while we walked toward the door. “You’re never going to get rid of me now. I’ll be like a leech. A stalker—not a mean stalker, but a good one.” I took a deep breath and added, “If you aren’t careful, I might fall in love with you.” I knew it was stupid; people didn’t fall in love in a short twenty-four hours and only two bouts of sex…that hadn’t involved Landon receiving the first bit of release—just me. Love simply didn’t happen like that.
I looked up at him.
Yet, it had.
I expected him to laugh at me or brush it off, but he didn’t. He returned my gaze and then tucked my hair behind my ear. “How in the hell can someone be so wrong for you…yet so fucking perfect? That’s what you are, beautiful boy. Perfect.”
“And wrong?” I asked sadly.
“On paper? Yeah, on paper we’re definitely wrong for each other—starting with age and ending with a hell of a lot of other things.” He placed his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. Kissed me hard and demanding. Kissed off every drop of lip gloss.
Kissed away any doubts I might have had about whether I’d fallen madly in love with him. When he eased away from me, my entire world brightened, and I felt like the perfect person that Landon claimed me to be. “Fuck paper,” I argued.
“Yeah…fuck paper,” he agreed.
*****
Jinx
Throughout the rest of my day, work went smoothly. Sure, my father had been in the room when Landon and I had exited the bathroom and the entire room had erupted into catcalls and whistles. His scowl had been filled with even more disappointment than usual, but with Landon beside me, I was able to ignore everything he sent my way. I grinned hugely when Sandra had been forced to spend an extra fifteen minutes working on my lips again, teasing me the entire time.