Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck, Fox, oh, right there.” I dropped my head into the sheets and moaned. Fox curled his finger and pressed, making my cock throb and leak into the jockstrap. “Yeah, keep fingering me. That’s it.” Fox picked up some momentum, his finger sliding in and out, the sound of wet skin on skin filling the room, competing with the sounds of the ocean outside.
And then Fox slowed and another finger was added. He pushed in, slow and gentle. A gasp transformed into a moan midway as his second finger pushed in past what must have been his knuckle.
I was seeing stars.
He kept fingering me, stretching me and getting me used to him inside me.
“Fox, oh, oh, Fox, stop, stop.”
He pulled out, his fingers popping out of me.
“I’m so close to coming already,” I admitted, feeling myself tiptoeing toward the edge. “I don’t want to. Not yet.” I flipped around, my ass already aching to be filled by Fox again. But this time, not by his fingers.
“I want you to fuck me tonight, Fox.”
His eyes lit up like bonfires. He licked his lips as he reached down and tugged off my jockstrap, pulling it down my legs and off my feet. He held it up in the air and took a step back. The polished wooden walls of the cabana, along with the ocean water glittering with moonlight behind him, made me feel as if we had found our own private little island and decided to strand ourselves.
Fox’s smirk turned a little more mischievous as he looked at me.
“Watch this.” He took a few more steps back, his cock hard and jutting out from his sculpted body. “You ready?”
“For?” I asked, smiling. “I thought I was ready, but now I don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”
“Are you ready for my magic act?”
“Ah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes and laughing out loud, my cock bouncing against my belly, smearing some precome on me. “Sexy magician, go ahead.”
“Thank you, audience member.”
“Mhmm,” I said, sitting up on the bed, not knowing what the hell was about to happen but enjoying it immensely all the same. Who would have thought I’d be sitting naked in a beachfront cabana, watching my new (and also naked) boyfriend start swirling my jockstrap around in the air as he prepared for an impromptu magic show.
“You watching? Hey, eyes up here, buddy.” He motioned to his eyes. I lifted mine up from his swinging cock, admired his tattoos for a moment. I laughed, meeting his glowing hazel eyes. “Okay, so you see this sexy little thing, right?” He lifted the jockstrap with one hand and put another underneath it.
“You’re a regular Vanna White.”
“Thank you, although I don’t think they’d be playing this Wheel of Fortune edition on regular cable.”
“No, no. I don’t think they would.” More laughs, more happiness. I’d never been this comfortable around anyone before. To be completely naked and joking around the way we were felt so natural to me, so pure.
“Okay, so, sexy jockstrap, we all see it, right? Studio audience?”
“Mhmm.”
“And now, say the magic words with me: ‘Abra Dick-dabra!’”
I snorted as Fox, very obviously, tossed my jockstrap over his shoulder.
“And they’ve disappeared! See, I really can be a sexy TV magician.”
In between my laughing, I was able to say, “Fox, you threw them in the fire!”
His eyes opened wide as he spun around, giving me a view of that sexy ass, thoughts of my burning jockstrap completely gone.
He turned back around, smiling bashfully, even though his big cock was still thick and hard. “Uh… so, that’s part of the act.”
“Make yourself teleport that sexy ass over here.”
Fox strutted over to me, that grin on his face shifting back into a burning hot smirk, his eyes turning to glittering jewels, his dick swinging as he walked to me.
He was fucking magnificent, holy shit. He was thick in all the right places: thighs, chest, cock. His shoulders were broad, and his tattoos were works of art, the colors on his chest balancing the black-and-white masterpiece on his bicep. There was some fur on his chest, and I realized as he came over to me just how much I loved the feel of that.
He was back on top of me, grinding down, our lips locked, our moans swallowed.
I leaned over, reaching for the backpack that was leaning on the bed. I brought it up, unzipping the front and pulling out the condom and lube. Fox took the condom, opening the wrapper with his teeth, spitting a piece of the foil to the side and sheathing himself with the condom. I squirted lube in my palm and spread it over us, both our heads dropping back at the pleasure.
I fingered myself, spreading the lube around and inside me as Fox jerked me off, his eyes turned down to my cock, his lips parted in something that resembled awe.