Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I grab my cock, line up, and press forward.
“Oh, shit,” Oskar gasps, but nothing about the sound hints at disappointment.
The second I breach him, he stops struggling, whole body turning to liquid under my hands, and I take my time pressing in, cautious because he didn’t have a lot of prep time.
My arms snake around his body to hold him close, and when Oskar turns his head to the side, I kiss his cheek under his scar.
“You okay?” I check.
He’s still breathing heavily. “Perfect.” He tilts his hips to take me deeper. “Unbelievably perfect.”
“I was just thinking the same about you.”
He smiles softly, eyes drifting closed as my hips meet his ass, and I take a second to memorize this moment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Oskar look so carefree.
I hug him to me as I start out with smooth, slow strokes. Every thrust is a tease, fast enough to feel good but nowhere near enough to get off. I want to rock inside him all day, to slowly and surely bring him to the edge over and over until he’s sobbing and cursing my name in equal measure. I want to take my time, to prove to Oskar that he’s worth every second, and mostly, I want to block out the rest of the fucked-up world and give all my attention to the amazing man under me.
The one that the world tried to tear down.
The one who built up all those defenses.
The one who let them all down for me.
My moan is long and low as I suck on his neck, rolling my hips with more purpose, driving as deep into him as I can. His ass is perfect, a tight vise around my cock that makes it feel like it belongs. Like there’s nowhere else for it.
My property to use and own and treasure.
Just like mine is for him.
“You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” I rasp. “You make me take risks and have fun. You challenge me constantly.”
He grunts, one hand burrowing beneath his chest to close around mine. “You take me out of my comfort zone, but I always feel safe. We’re good for each other.”
“Perfectly matched.”
He shoves back onto me. “I’m so glad I won.”
“Remind me, who’s inside who right now? That wasn’t the aim of the game.”
“It was the aim of my game.”
I huff. “Of course it was.”
“I’m going to need you to fuck me now,” he begs.
“Gladly.” I plant my knees into the mattress and pull his hips up with me. He scrambles to get his arms under him. “But, Oskar …” I press my lips to his ear. “No coming until I say.”
“Urg, I hate you.”
I laugh. “We’ll revisit that once this is over.”
My hands close over his hips as I straighten, and after two agonizingly slow thrusts, I let loose. The slap of skin on skin is obscene, especially when mixed with Oskar’s gasps of pleasure. My balls hit his with every thrust, my fingers digging into his sides, and Oskar pushes back to meet me every time, never the passive participant. It turns me on so much to see how good I make him feel, to know how desperate he is for more.
My muscles tense as I give him the pounding of a lifetime, loving the sight of my cock disappearing between his cheeks. A bead of sweat rolls down the middle of my back, but I’m determined to keep going. My orgasm is getting close, rolling toward me and building by the second.
I swear his ass must be goddamn magic because I’m close way too soon every time. I wish I could stay in this moment, hovering right on the edge, my brain fuzzing over and tunnel-visioning until nothing else but me and Oskar and this incredible feeling between us remains.
“I’m so fucking close,” I warn him.
“Shit.” His hand flies between his legs, and I release his hip to slap his ass hard.
“Remember what I said.”
“I do. It’s why I’m holding on to my balls for dear life.” His voice has turned to a whine, and every gasp sounds needier than the one before it. “Please come,” he begs. “Please, please, please …”
His rough voice sounds wrecked. It makes my balls ache with need, makes my ass tense, and shock waves tremble down my spine.
“Lane … please … I want to be good for you.”
It’s those words that do it.
I slam home, brain cutting out as I finally find my release. My cock jerks with every pulse of come, and when the high starts to calm, I notice Oskar’s arm working under him.
“Not yet you don’t,” I growl.
I pull out of him, flip him onto his back, and then straddle his waist.
“Oh, shit yes.” His hands find my thighs as I hold his cock and lower myself onto it, taking every inch. It’s tight and uncomfortable, but the lust-drunk expressions playing over his face make it all worth it.