Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. The other part had no interest in processing anything. I surged forward, and I took advantage. I touched his perfect ass, and I started undoing my utility pants.
The sound of the zipper made him tense up. “What’re you doing?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” I pulled out my cock and gave it a couple strokes. Then I leaned over him again and kissed his cheek as I pressed the head of my cock between his ass cheeks.
Mother of fucking Christ.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I grazed my teeth along his ear. “You wanted me to chase you down and claim you.”
“Not if you’re gonna back off after,” he gritted out.
I shook my head to myself. “No more backing off, little one.”
He whimpered and pushed against me. “Promise. Cross all the lines with me.”
I couldn’t look away from his ass and the way he tried to get closer to me. He wasn’t afraid to go the distance; he was only worried that I was going to stop.
I drew in a breath and gripped his hips, immediately pulling him back on all fours, and I knew what was missing. I’d clouded my own senses with all this thinking that I hadn’t taken the time to feel properly.
With a fistful of his hair in my grip, I made him look at me over his shoulder. I met his fierce gaze, and I saw both trepidation and bravery. He was nervous but knew when to speak up for himself.
My sweet, short-fused little Kayden. How I fucking adored him.
I leaned over and covered his mouth with mine, and I kissed him firmly as heat and passion roared within me, battling against the snow falling.
“We’ll cross every single line together.” I deepened the kiss when he gasped, and I got to taste him again. I swept my tongue around his, and he moaned and shimmied his little bottom against my cock.
“Do we have anything to worry about?” I murmured.
He swallowed and shook his head. “Just hypothermia. You know I’m always safe.”
Good. There was a nice hot bath waiting for us later.
“I think you’ll live.” I brushed my lips to his once more, coaxing him into a slow, tongue-teasing kiss.
“But it’s also nice to have sex in a warm bed,” he mumbled.
I hummed. “I’m not aiming for nice.”
He inched back, and his eyes flashed with the same internal storm I’d battled all day.
It was time to see how much of a CNC-loving masochist he was.
“Coat me with spit—unless you want me to fuck you dry,” I commanded quietly.
Motherfucker, the way his already hungry stare ignited with submission would live rent-free in my brain for as long as I drew breath. He didn’t hesitate for a second. He squirmed around and dropped down, sucking my cock into his mouth as if his life depended on it.
Christ, just like that. I grunted and pushed deeper, and I leaned forward to slip two fingers between his ass cheeks. He turned a little to give me better access, and I rewarded him by easing a finger inside him.
Inside Kayden. I shivered, not necessarily from the cold.
He sucked me strongly and wetly, and I groaned when he took me to the back of his throat.
“Right there—that’s where I belong.” I fisted his hair and started fucking his mouth, and the boy moaned around me. My baby brother, my boy, my little one. “Fuck.” I gnashed my teeth and pulled away abruptly. And before he was ready, I manhandled him into position for me. Back on all fours, hands hitting the wet ground. He yelped as I slapped my cock against his bottom, and I rubbed it over his tight hole.
He was already panting—and whimpering. A sound that drove me fucking insane.
Slow inch by slow inch, I forced myself inside him, and he tensed up and pushed back.
“Ow,” he gasped. “More, please—ouch, fuck. Ow!”
“Take it.” I spoke through clenched teeth and thrust forward another inch or two. “I want you to hurt for me—and only me.”
I couldn’t look away. I stared hungrily as my cock disappeared deeper and deeper into him, cementing our future. I was going to be possessive as fuck of him.
“Jesus fuck,” I breathed. All in. Balls deep.
Urgency surged within me, and I didn’t give him much time to adjust. I eased out only to push in once more.
Back and forth, over and over, with my pelvis smacking against his pale bottom, I fucked him to hurt him, to claim him, and to feed my sadism with his breathless cries.
It turned out, he was a crier. And a beggar.
“Hurt me more,” he croaked. “I need it.”
I dug my fingertips into his hips and forced him to meet my thrusts by pulling him back roughly on me, and it stripped him of the last remnants of composure. His groaned screams pierced the air and filled my lungs with power and greed.