Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
The rest of the world disappeared out from under me. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but Gabriel’s lips on my throat, his tongue against my skin, his hands under my shirt, his hard cock against my ass.
Nothing else mattered but us.
8
GABRIEL FERNANDEZ
My entire body felt like a live wire whipping in hurricane-force winds, sparking and exploding as if each cell in my body contained a bundle of lit fireworks. My hands roamed his body, feeling his soft skin under his shirt, running up over his chest, his pebbled nipples pressed against my palms. I squeezed, earning a moan from Tristan, one which I immediately swallowed.
His kiss was everything I’d never had. Passion and lust and heat and life. I’d had boyfriends in the past; I’d had hookups, one-night stands, and fiery summer flings.
None of them compared to the chemical explosion that came from Tristan’s lips on mine. Enough to power an entire nuclear reactor. And I wanted more.
Immediately, a crimson-red hunger consumed me. I grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, rocking my hips up so that he could feel how hard this made me. I wasn’t shy about it. I wanted him to know the lust he lit inside my core, and judging by the intensifying moans slipping from his lips, I was doing just that.
And judging by the stiffness rubbing against my stomach, he was feeling the exact same.
“Fuck,” I said against his lips, my hands sliding under his shirt and over his silky soft skin. “You’re a really good kisser.”
“So are you, sir.”
“Mmm,” I said, a low growl forming at the base of my throat. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Oh, really?” Tristan reached down between us and grabbed a handful of my cock. “Sir.”
I dropped my head back with a sigh and throbbed in his grip. “Gah damn, how do you already have me so close?”
Tristan simply smiled that thousand-watt smile of his and pushed my shorts up my thigh, reaching inside and pulling out my hard cock, the tip already glistening with precome. Tristan licked his lips, the smile going nowhere as he slowly dropped down to the floor, both hands on my knees as he pushed my legs open wider, my cock pulsing outside of my shorts.
“Wow,” he said, grabbing me with both hands. His honey-brown eyes filled with something close to admiration. “You’re huge.”
I chuckled and looked down at the massive bulge between Tristan’s legs. “Looks like I’m not the only one, either. Go on. Show me.”
Tristan cocked his head, his grin turning devilish as he stood up, dropping his shorts and briefs, exposing the most delicious-looking dick I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life. He was long, thick, uncircumcised, with a perfect set of full balls that had my mouth watering. His pubes were trimmed and dark against his skin, “Fuck, get over here. I have to taste you.”
“Yes, sir,” Tristan said, the word falling from his lips and shooting straight to my core, precome oozing from my twitching cock. “But you have to lay down. I want to taste you, too.”
I lay down on the couch, spreading my legs and holding my cock up with a thumb at the base, watching as Tristan came toward me, his own hard dick swinging in the air. He was beautiful. A perfect specimen of a man, and I was the lucky one who got to play around with him. How the hell had that happened?
He gracefully climbed onto the couch, one knee on either side of me, his juicy bubble butt now in my face. “Hold on,” I said before he leaned forward to take me in his mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back, burying my face in his ass. He gasped, his body tensing a moment before I felt him relax. I started to kiss him, each cheek, nipping at his skin, breathing him in. He smelled like fresh laundry and warm sex, like a glass of top-shelf whiskey. I wanted to drink him in. I opened his cheeks and tongued his crack, earning the loudest moan yet. My cock throbbed as his hands closed around my shaft.
Tristan sat on my face as he spit in his hand and started to jerk me off. Heaven didn’t even describe it. This was beyond a fantasy. I let myself get lost in the moment, enjoying every sensation, every swirl of my tongue, every twist of his hand. I stretched my legs, curling my toes against a soft pillow, kicking it down to the floor as Tristan’s wet, hot mouth closed around my cock. The warm leather of the couch stuck to my ass, mixing with the sweat that started to bead across my body.
I groaned into Tristan’s hole, his entire body shivering against me. He lifted up and shifted, legs on either side of my face now as the head of his cock brushed against my lips, painting me with his salty-sweet taste. I licked his leaking slit before grabbing him and opening my mouth for him.