Wrong Way Home – Taken Read online K.A. Merikan (Criminal Delights #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Criminal Delights Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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But any and all of Colin’s thoughts blurred the moment Taron grabbed his thigh while pulling out at such pace that for a horrible moment Colin thought the fuck was over. When the cock moved back in, like a piston pumping fuel into Colin’s waiting body, air left his lungs, leaving him lightheaded and breathless. His balls were so heavy every movement made them ache, yet he needed the penetration so much he pushed back as soon as Taron retreated again, spearing himself with the hard dick. Stuck between reality and erotic dreams, he spat into his palm and started frantically jerking off. The sex had just started, and he was already high.

Taron ran his palm all the way from Colin’s stomach to his pec, rubbing the nipple with the heel of his hand. His hips never stopped working, pinning Colin’s ass time and time again. Colin had even once had a fling with a quarterback, but Taron would have towered over that guy. He wasn’t just tall, which Colin was as well. The sheer size of his chest, his arms, the weight of his muscles, made Colin feel like there was no other way but to submit. It was only natural to let this big, strong guy take him and protect him from whatever disaster he believed in. Colin was fine with it as long as Taron continued.

He spread his thighs wide, letting Taron fuck him bare, ready to accept his cum.

His eyelids fluttered when Taron whispered in that nasty rasp that right now sounded like the strongest aphrodisiac.

“So f-fucking tight…”

A wave of heat flowed into Colin’s chest, and as Taron withdrew his dick again, Colin purposefully clenched his ass around it while jerking off with increasing aggression. His orgasm was already building, and each shaky tone coming to him with the heat of Taron’s breath, the tickle of his beard, were all combining into the mind-blowing wave that was coming.

“I’m gonna milk you so good,” he babbled.

Taron stabbed his cock into Colin time after time, but when he started rubbing it rhythmically against the prostate, Colin was gone. He came, moaning without shame and grabbing Taron’s steel-sturdy forearm.

Taron kept grunting against Colin’s nape, increasing the speed of his thrusts until his balls slapped Colin’s ass over and over. While Colin was still riding the wave of his pleasure, Taron bit his shoulder, making him whimper. Now, the thrusts were slow, harsh and deliberate. Taron was coming, pumping his seed inside and stirring it in for good measure. They wouldn’t be making any babies, but Colin’s instincts didn’t seem to know it, nor did he care. For all he knew, he was a bitch that had just been mounted by a stud.

Colin shuddered all over, and he brought his numbed hand to his lips, once again cleaning it off his own juices. He felt so full. Completely taken. And while he knew his feelings might change once the excitement passed, in that moment there was no place he’d would’ve rather been than under Taron. In the cage. In the Bunker. In the woods, Nowhere, West Virginia.

He didn’t bother to look for a weapon, strike while Taron wasn’t attentive. He wanted to lay under the sturdy guy, enjoy the cock inside of him, think about the cum, and breathe in the scent of beard oil. After all the days spent alone, the skin-to-skin contact was all he craved.

He laughed, gently rubbing Taron’s flesh with his thumb. “Okay, now I’m hungry.”

Taron let out a grunty chuckle and reached out for the bag of fast food without even pulling out yet. Colin had pondered many times if Taron was trying to ‘tame’ him with all the treats, but maybe it was him who could domesticate Taron? He was a man with a lot of potential but wild even in his attempts at good behavior. With time and care, Colin could see great return for that investment. For now though, he opened the bag and fished out a cold fry. It still tasted like heaven.

“You don’t have a habit of usually skipping condoms, do you?” he asked, looking over his shoulder. He should have worried about that earlier, but here in the woods, STDs didn’t seem as real as they did in the outside world. Not to mention that the first time they’d had sex, using rubbers had been the least of Colin’s problems. Still was, really.

Colin whimpered when Taron slid out of him but was relieved when Taron gave his ass an appreciative pat and shook his head.

They both lay on the mattress, cage wide open, trap door open. It was either a test, or Taron no longer believed Colin would just run off on him.

Either way, Colin didn’t feel like moving yet. He rolled over to face Taron and put the food bag on his stomach. The post-coital laziness was a prominent presence in his muscles, and he offered Taron a silly smile, weirdly content with the stickiness and mild soreness left by the fuck. “Satisfied?”


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