leave when his
perfect ass had been so damn close. Taking that heavy heat in my
hand, I stroke it to take the edge off. It's been so long since
I've been with a man, and the fact that this is Saul, are both
strikes against my ability to take things slow and make it
last.
Thumb circling my tip, I know I'll have to take
care of me first so I can take care of him properly. Closing my
eyes, I can see him clearly - body ready and his eyes staring at me
with lustful want. One long stroke down my shaft and his back
arches. With every stroke, I feel his tight ass taking my cock in.
It has my breath hitching as I struggle to swallow a stifled
moan.
This will be the last time I do this -
fantasizing about my best friend in the shower while I jack off.
This will be the last time before that fantasy becomes a reality.
After this moment and from now on, I want to share every moment of
my pleasure with him.
Saul
Austin's takin' his sweet-ass time in the
shower, and I'm pretty damn sure I know why. Me an' him were both
'bout ready ta' blow. Hot damn, that's one shower I'll never
forget.
As the bathroom door opens to reveal his hard,
tan abs above a crisp white towel, I get the feelin' this is gonna
be a whole night I'll remember forever. His black hair, curled by
the damp, drips onto his shoulder, each drop begging me to watch as
they trickle across the valleys and peaks of his figure. One drop
strays close to a nipple, its dark circle puckered from the cool
air.
The tip of my tongue flicks against my teeth.
Damn. I want to taste him.
A few drops coast along the lines of his
tattoos; faded, simple lines done in blue, prison-ink acting as a
calendar for the time he spent behind bars. He hides them most of
the time, so I take this chance to take him all in - all that he
is, prison-inked skin and all. It don't bother me none, those lines
that help tell the story 'a who he is an' where he's been. They're
part 'a him, an' I love every piece.
His gray eyes stare at me for a long moment, his
feet unmoving. I give him a little smiled greeting, a slice of
pizza half bitten and my legs hanging open as I lay perched up on
one elbow. I'm naked as my birthday, ready an' waitin' for that
punishment he done promised me.
With a deep inhale, he crosses
his arms and gives me a stern look. That look has my cock swellin'
before he's even put a finger on me. I knew he could be the dominant I need.
"You better not have answered the door like
that."
Let the games begin . I
bat my eyelashes innocently. "But the guy gave me a discount on
account 'a my big dick."
His gaze drops to between my
legs were my pierced dick bobs a ' hello,
cowboy' . One of his black eyebrows raises.
"How much of a discount?"
He's playin' with me, and it's fuckin' awesome.
I wink at his continued stern assessment. "I got us five dollars
off, plus a coupon for free bread sticks with our next meal. Oh,
an' I got his number."
The gray in his irises darkens. "You got ripped
off. Your cock is worth at least ten bucks off and free wings."
"Well..." I swallow hard as he leans down, his
hands fisted on the mattress next to me. A low growl rumbles in his
throat, an' how I don't fuckin' blow my load right then, I got no
clue.
"As for his number - lose it . You belong to me and Victoria. Tonight, I'm going to remind you
that you're mine, then tomorrow, we'll see about getting Victoria
back where she belongs."
My heart leaps. "With us?"
His gaze softens as his subtle, loving smile
brightens my whole world. "With us," he nods once then kisses my
shoulder.
It's all the right things ta' say to have me
quiverin' against the sheets. I knew this could fuckin' work - that
he and I could find a middle ground. Victoria knew it, too, and
that's probably one of the reasons she left me - so he an' I could
have this chance. It's not the only reason, though, and I'd be a
damn fool for thinkin' so.
"I..." A sharp inhale has me settin' the pizza
aside. I don't rightly understand why the
perfect ass had been so damn close. Taking that heavy heat in my
hand, I stroke it to take the edge off. It's been so long since
I've been with a man, and the fact that this is Saul, are both
strikes against my ability to take things slow and make it
last.
Thumb circling my tip, I know I'll have to take
care of me first so I can take care of him properly. Closing my
eyes, I can see him clearly - body ready and his eyes staring at me
with lustful want. One long stroke down my shaft and his back
arches. With every stroke, I feel his tight ass taking my cock in.
It has my breath hitching as I struggle to swallow a stifled
moan.
This will be the last time I do this -
fantasizing about my best friend in the shower while I jack off.
This will be the last time before that fantasy becomes a reality.
After this moment and from now on, I want to share every moment of
my pleasure with him.
Saul
Austin's takin' his sweet-ass time in the
shower, and I'm pretty damn sure I know why. Me an' him were both
'bout ready ta' blow. Hot damn, that's one shower I'll never
forget.
As the bathroom door opens to reveal his hard,
tan abs above a crisp white towel, I get the feelin' this is gonna
be a whole night I'll remember forever. His black hair, curled by
the damp, drips onto his shoulder, each drop begging me to watch as
they trickle across the valleys and peaks of his figure. One drop
strays close to a nipple, its dark circle puckered from the cool
air.
The tip of my tongue flicks against my teeth.
Damn. I want to taste him.
A few drops coast along the lines of his
tattoos; faded, simple lines done in blue, prison-ink acting as a
calendar for the time he spent behind bars. He hides them most of
the time, so I take this chance to take him all in - all that he
is, prison-inked skin and all. It don't bother me none, those lines
that help tell the story 'a who he is an' where he's been. They're
part 'a him, an' I love every piece.
His gray eyes stare at me for a long moment, his
feet unmoving. I give him a little smiled greeting, a slice of
pizza half bitten and my legs hanging open as I lay perched up on
one elbow. I'm naked as my birthday, ready an' waitin' for that
punishment he done promised me.
With a deep inhale, he crosses
his arms and gives me a stern look. That look has my cock swellin'
before he's even put a finger on me. I knew he could be the dominant I need.
"You better not have answered the door like
that."
Let the games begin . I
bat my eyelashes innocently. "But the guy gave me a discount on
account 'a my big dick."
His gaze drops to between my
legs were my pierced dick bobs a ' hello,
cowboy' . One of his black eyebrows raises.
"How much of a discount?"
He's playin' with me, and it's fuckin' awesome.
I wink at his continued stern assessment. "I got us five dollars
off, plus a coupon for free bread sticks with our next meal. Oh,
an' I got his number."
The gray in his irises darkens. "You got ripped
off. Your cock is worth at least ten bucks off and free wings."
"Well..." I swallow hard as he leans down, his
hands fisted on the mattress next to me. A low growl rumbles in his
throat, an' how I don't fuckin' blow my load right then, I got no
clue.
"As for his number - lose it . You belong to me and Victoria. Tonight, I'm going to remind you
that you're mine, then tomorrow, we'll see about getting Victoria
back where she belongs."
My heart leaps. "With us?"
His gaze softens as his subtle, loving smile
brightens my whole world. "With us," he nods once then kisses my
shoulder.
It's all the right things ta' say to have me
quiverin' against the sheets. I knew this could fuckin' work - that
he and I could find a middle ground. Victoria knew it, too, and
that's probably one of the reasons she left me - so he an' I could
have this chance. It's not the only reason, though, and I'd be a
damn fool for thinkin' so.
"I..." A sharp inhale has me settin' the pizza
aside. I don't rightly understand why the
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