Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“You can take it, pretty thing,” Frank whispered, but he could already taste the orgasm on his lips. Or was it Ezra’s cum he’d licked off his skin? He wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because it was over moments later
He pressed himself tightly against that pert ass, fantasizing about the way his spunk flooded Ezra’s insides. His mind was so hazy he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had sex without rubbers. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway because the way Ezra’s ass squeezed him was everything he needed to know.
Ezra cried out and pulled Frank’s hips against him as his chest rose and fell. He opened and closed his hands, which were still trapped by Frank’s wrists, sighing softly, as if he wasn’t yet back to reality.
“I can take it, Frank.”
A little lazy smile made its way to Frank’s lips when he rocked against Ezra’s ass, as if it was his instinct to rub his cum into Ezra.
“You’ve taken it so beautifully,” Frank murmured, kissing Ezra’s chest as his dick softened. “I might just need to see,” he said with a spark of wickedness in his chest.
He let go of Ezra’s hands and pushed his legs apart as he sank to his knees to get a good look at Ezra’s dripping hole.
Ezra exhaled and shifted closer to the edge of the table. “See something you like?” he whispered in a raspy voice as Frank took in the sheen of oil in Ezra’s crack. A trail of cum dampened the skin above a little pool that must have followed Frank’s cock as he withdrew. Most of it was still deep inside the spent body.
“You know I do…” He leaned in and spread Ezra’s cheeks to run his flattened tongue over the sensitive flesh. He didn’t care for the taste of his own cum, but he loved everything about this well-fucked pucker. When Ezra whimpered, Frank teased the tip of his tongue inside, trembling from lust as he held Ezra’s thighs. “Such a delicious, responsive creature.”
“I am,” Ezra said breathlessly and massaged Frank’s head with his fingertips, encouraging him to go on. His smooth flesh was pliable and relaxed now, so when Frank pushed one finger inside him, to coax out more cum, it went in without an issue. Ezra’s toes curled. He even wiggled his ass a little in encouragement.
Frank pushed his finger in and out without rush as he kissed Ezra’s smooth balls.
There would be no way for him to move on. Ezra had set the bar far too high.
All Frank could do now was gorge on this beauty a bit longer before going back to his loveless life interjected by mediocre blowjobs.
He gave Ezra’s hole one last kiss, but the moment he rose, his lover grabbed him and pulled himself into a sitting position, greedily inviting Frank into his arms.
It was impossible to deny him, but saying goodbyes might prove too testing for both of them, so Frank didn’t stay for breakfast and left Ezra’s bed deep in the night, after a final glance at his sleeping form. In the light sneaking in through the blinds, his beautiful face looked younger and so innocent Frank wouldn’t have believed it belonged to such a horny man if he hadn’t been there to witness it.
But he didn’t stall and left, silently wishing Ezra a life worthy of him.
Chapter 6
Ezra
Warm September air swept Ezra’s hair back as he drove out of town, cutting through woodlands and fields no longer bearing any crops. He tried not to let annoyance get the best of him, since that wouldn’t change his situation anyway, but he had better things to do than dealing with a client who did not show up to his appointment and didn’t even bother to pick up the phone.
Were it anyone else, Ezra would have let it go and got on with his life, but Paul had been the largest source of his income over the past two years and demanded to be treated accordingly. Which was fine. He was good-looking enough, didn’t want any weird shit, was an okay lay, and never failed to be generous with gifts, but also sometimes wanted to meet up last minute or asked Ezra to sleep with someone as a favor. There was always compensation, of course, but while at times it clashed with his other plans, it wasn’t as though Ezra could afford to say no to his cash cow. Only so many men around here were willing and able to pay his premium rates.
That would not be the case in LA, where he was heading in a matter of days.
He wasn’t surprised when Paul did not show up at his doorstep at noon, as they’d agreed, since lateness wasn’t that uncommon for him. But when an hour passed while Ezra waited, ready to see him for the last time and get on with closing this chapter of his life by packing and running errands, he lost his patience. Paul already knew Ezra was leaving town in just a couple of days—which he did not appreciate—yet conveniently forgot to take the keys of the expensive car he’d lent Ezra the last time they’d seen one another.