Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“How?”
“Happy. But your face is still banged up a bit. Is this makeup?”
“Oh, God. I meant to wipe it off. I’ve just been upstairs, pacing around, worried shitless because my boyfriend went all crazy on me.”
I lean down and press my forehead against his, knowing I’m probably getting a little foundation on it.
“I want to be better for you, Mark. I want to be someone who you can be proud of.”
“I don’t need you to change who you are for me.”
“But I need to change. This isn’t the life I wanted. You’ve just given me a good enough reason to walk away.”
We kiss, and I’m enjoying the taste of his lips and tongue—those familiar minty flavors that are so smooth and feel so good. He pulls away.
“How about you just make it up to me?” he says.
He takes my hand and guides me down the cellar hallway before taking me through a doorway.
He opens it and leads me inside.
Cement floor. Piles of boxes shoved to the back wall. An AC unit in the corner of the room.
The scent of dust and mildew fills the air.
I kiss Mark as he closes the door behind us. I grip the hem of his shirt and pull it off over his head. I kiss down his body, pressing my thumbs into the grooves between his muscles—the ones I’ve missed so much. When I reach his jeans, I unbutton them and pull them and his briefs down. He’s already fully erect, his cock begging for me to stick it in my mouth. I tease him with a lick on the head.
He curses and then I run my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip of his dick.
I’m toying with him.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and hand it to him.
“Record me,” I say.
He takes it and points the camera down at me. I love knowing he’s capturing me serving him. That in this moment, I’m the vulnerable one. The one who’s exposed.
I can tell by the way his dick hardens even more that he’s enjoying it.
I take his cock into my mouth and work it, cupping his balls with my hand, applying some pressure. Just enough. The kind I’ve grown used to him enjoying when we’ve hooked up.
As I deep-throat him, I take a whiff of his scent.
I pull his cock out of my mouth and rise. I take a step back and unbutton my jeans.
Mark keeps the camera on me. He knows where this is going, and I’m eager to offer him a striptease.
He smirks as he watches me on the phone.
I lower them slowly, revealing my boxer briefs. I kick off my shoes and remove the jeans, my jacket, and T-shirt so that I’m standing in just my underwear. As he bites his bottom lip, I tuck my thumbs in the boxers and pull them down, my cock springing free as I pull the underwear down to my legs and step out of it.
“You like this?” I ask. “Me being totally yours right now?”
“Yes,” he admits.
I approach him slowly, allowing him to glance over my body in the dimly lit room.
When I reach him, I take the phone, change the camera setting so I can see us on the screen, and set my phone on a nearby shelf that has some tools and paint cans on it. I prop it against a paint can so it can get a view of this.
I move close to Mark, and he steps back so his naked ass is pressed up against the wall.
I rub my dick against his pelvis, enjoying the sensation of humping his flesh.
His cock rubs beside mine. I step back, grip his shoulders, and spin him around. Sticking my cock between his cheeks, I rub vertically in the crack. He raises his arms and presses them against the wall as my hands move around and I enjoy his tight body—the one that’s surely benefited from all the time he obviously spends at the gym.
Greg was stupid for giving up this body. For thinking there was someone who could have been a better fuck than my Mark.
I kiss behind his ear, and he pulls one hand behind him and runs his fingers through my hair.
I squat down, running my nose down his back, to his ass. I open his cheeks and press my face against his hole, kissing, licking.
I stick my tongue out and rim him.
He groans. Then rocks his hips back and forth as I go to town.
“I need you in me,” he says.
“Patience,” I say as I slide two fingers inside him.
He pushes up against the wall even more.
“You said you wanted me inside you,” I tease.
“But I want you to fuck me. To own me.”
I slide my fingers out of him, grab the condom and lube from my pants, and prepare my dick as I rise to my feet. Taking my time to enter him, as he adjusts to my cock, he pushes his ass back, inviting me inside him.