Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
More kissing. The heat started to notch up, and it wasn’t because the evening was growing warmer. I broke from the kiss before I could get hard enough to pitch a tent.
“You’re so special,” Sam said to me, holding both my hands in his. He kissed me again, his tongue parting my lips. This time I didn’t stop quick enough, my cock growing rigid between us. I angled myself away from any prying eyes.
Behind Sam, near the line of trees that bordered the back of his property, was the small guesthouse, its door open and inviting us in.
“Come here,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the guesthouse. This couldn’t wait. Sure, we were set to leave on our Fiji honeymoon by tonight, but I just couldn’t wait another second. I had to have him.
Had to have my husband.
In one easy swoop, I picked Sam up in my arms. He giggled, his head fitting into the crook of my neck and my shoulder, his breaths tickling me as he laughed.
I carried him over the threshold and shut the door. The guesthouse smelled like oranges, the entire place having just been cleaned. I carried him through the living room as he started to kiss me, lighting the inferno that was already roaring to life inside my chest, spreading through my body, my briefs feeling tighter and tighter.
I went to the bedroom and placed him down on the king-sized bed, the mattress giving him a little bounce. The window blinds were drawn open, looking out into the woods behind the property. The party was going on on the other side of the house, so I had no worries that any of our guests could spot us.
Besides, I couldn’t even wait a second longer to shut the blinds. I fell on top of Sam and started to undress him, my mouth claiming him. I could feel his excitement through his slacks, pressing up against me, just as hard as I was.
I kissed him until we were both out of breath. I unbuttoned his shirt, admiring his flushed chest, running my hands softly up and down, pinching one of his nipples before moving to the next.
He groaned, pushing his hips upward, reminding me just how hard he was. It looked like his slacks were about to split in half.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking in love with you. With this.” A growl escaped me as I reached down and rubbed him, feeling him throb through the slacks. He pushed up again, his eyes shutting as I unzipped his pants.
“God, you’re leaking right through your briefs.”
“Clean me up,” Sam said, a cocky tone in his voice as he spread his legs wider. His white briefs were practically see-through with how wet he’d gotten, his cock leaking even as I mouthed him through the briefs, kissing and licking, tasting him through the fabric.
He’d gotten so confident over the years. It’s what helped him become so successful at his job, but it also turned me on to no end. I’d been walking around with constant erections, just thinking about Sam. How he’d wait for me at home, naked with his ass in the air, inviting me in. Or the hours we’d spend in my Velvet Room, using all kinds of toys, exploring each other until the sun came up and then until it went back down.
From the first time he’d surrendered to me, I found myself surrendering to him. Not in a sexual sense, but more so an emotional one. We both found a way to give each other the world, and today, I wanted to do exactly that.
I pulled off his briefs as he kicked off his shoes. I didn’t bother taking off his long black socks. His cock throbbed for attention, and I gave it to him, holding him in my hand as I brought him to my lips, rubbing him on me, painting my lips with his precome. He moaned as I licked his wet slit, taking in everything he was giving me. He tasted like heaven.
He lifted his legs, putting them on my shoulders. I sucked him off, stuffing him down my throat, saliva dripping down his tightening balls. I then grabbed his legs and lifted him higher, exposing his hole to me. I spit down on him, making him nice and wet.
“Fuck me, Rocky. Put it inside me.”
I didn’t bother with my clothes. I unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock free. Sam took in a breath as I lined myself up with him, spitting some more, spreading it along my shaft, pushing it inside him with a finger. I loved how his body took me in, almost pulling me, like he wanted more, so much more.
I grabbed his hips and pushed forward, feeling his velvet heat envelop the head of my cock. He was so tight. I could have stayed right there and would have still reached an orgasm, but with the way Sam was beginning to writhe on the bed, I knew that my job wasn’t anywhere near done.