Sweet Topping CV3 by Carol Lynne Page B

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    “I know that, now. But I’d like to dance with my new husband if at all possible, and that may take some time.”
    “You can have all the time you need.” Gill ran his hand over Kyle’s hip before moving to grasp his cock. “You sore?”
    “Nope, and even if I were, I’d want you anyway.” Gill reached to the foot of the bed and picked up several pillows. Placing them between Kyle’s knees, he groaned. “So pretty like this.” Scooting down, he placed a kiss to Kyle’s stretched hole, slipping his tongue inside.
    “Damn, baby, you taste better than one of your desserts.” Thrusting his tongue into Kyle’s depths, Gill was startled when the muscles tightened around his tongue. He pulled back and tested the sphincter with his fingers. “Uh, Kyle?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Exactly what kind of therapy have you been doing in California?”
    “Regular, painful kind, why?”
    “Here’s a strange question. Are you thinking about gripping my tongue with your ass?” Kyle was silent for a moment. “I always do. I wish I could.”
    “You are, baby.”
    “Huh?”
    Gill leaned over the side of Kyle so he could look him in the eyes. “You’re thinking about moving your muscles and they’re moving. Hell, you nearly pinched my tongue off.
    That has to be a good sign, right?”
    Kyle looked stunned. “Yeah.”
    “Don’t forget to tell Matt.” Gill thought about it for a second. “Wait, on second thought, don’t tell him everything, just that you showed some control.” Laughing, Kyle shook his head. “Yeah, I think that would be a better idea.” Gill resumed his place and reached for the lube, slicking his cock. “Gonna make you feel good.”
    “You always do,” Kyle moaned as Gill pushed the crown of his cock past the first ring of muscles.
    “Let me feel you tighten around me,” Gill panted as he slowly pushed home.
    As he set a slow pace, Gill tortured Kyle’s poor nipples. “I’d like to see little rings in these one day. You’re so sensitive anyway. It would blow your mind.”

    SWEET TOPPING
    Carol Lynne
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    “Uhhh,” Kyle groaned.
    Using one arm, Gill held Kyle’s leg up even more, giving him better access. He felt the squeeze around his cock and grinned. Yeah, that’s what he’d been waiting for. Maybe one day Kyle would be able to move with him, really fuck himself on Gill’s cock.
    The more he thought about it, the harder Gill pounded Kyle’s ass. Kyle was starting to babble in the cute way he had. “Good, ‘s good, deeper, oh yeah, there, right there,” Kyle screamed as Gill pegged his gland on every thrust.
    “Grab your cock, baby,” Gill pleaded. He could feel his sac drawing up tight and wanted to give his man every chance to join him in his bliss.
    When Kyle’s grunts and groans took on a feral quality, Gill didn’t hold back. He snapped his hips at lightning speed, burying himself over and over. “Yes, come for me.”
    “Gill!” Kyle screamed as they both toppled over the edge.
    His big body jerked as stream after stream of seed entered his baby. Gill lowered Kyle’s leg back to the stack of pillows, and wrapped his arms around his man. “Love you.”
    “Me, too, always.”

    The following morning, Kyle barely touched his breakfast. A new guilt had made its way into his gut and he knew he wouldn’t rest until he’d told Gill the truth about the breakins.
    “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t you like my cooking?” It was so rare the two of them got to spend a morning together, Kyle felt even worse for his lack of appetite. Finally he put his fork down. “I need to tell you something.” With a fork full of eggs on the way to his mouth, Gill stopped. “What?” Kyle watched Gill look at the bite of food and set it back on the plate. Perfect, he’d ruined Gill’s appetite as well.
    “I know who kept trying to break into the bakery. Although they weren’t really interested in taking anything. Kevin was just trying to scare me.”
    “Kevin who?” Gill