Mr. Picture Perfect – Spruce Texas Read Online Daryl Banner

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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 135522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“Are you ready, Noah?”

He responds with the sweetest whimper and a nod, his eyes locked onto mine.

My fingers are seamlessly replaced with the tip of my cock. I apply very little pressure down there as I stay focused on his face, reading every little change, being as responsible as I can be. When it comes to Noah, it’s easy to care for him. It’s as natural to me as breathing. My hips gently rock, feeling as my tip keeps teasing its way in and out ever so slightly. Not one muscle in his body seems to resist me. If anything, I could probably be less gentle.

But I’m going at his pace. I’m reading his expressions. I want to be completely in sync with Noah as we explore this together.

More of me slides inside without warning. Noah groans with delight, his fingers clawing into my arms where he can reach. It’s more than obvious that I’m being given permission to up the pace.

He’s done with baby steps.

I give my thrusts more strength, letting myself in deeper and deeper with each move. The smile that spreads over Noah’s face says it all. The glimmer in his eyes, too.

We’re absolutely connected with one another.

I reach between our bodies and take his cock into my hand, which seems to surprise him, and begin stroking. I match our pace together. When I sense he wants more, I stroke faster and thrust deeper. I listen with more than my ears, keeping my eyes trained to his and relishing in every moan, sigh, and licking of his lips.

“I’m already close,” he realizes. “Is it too soon?”

“We can enjoy this for as long as you want,” I tell him, “and as many times as you want. I’m with you for every moment, Noah.”

“I love hearing you say my name.”

“Yeah?” I bring my face closer, grinning. “Noah …?”

“Careful.”

“Is that getting you even closer … Noah …?”

“Mmm, Cole …” He clenches shut his eyes. “C-Cole …”

“I like when you say my name, too.”

It isn’t a lie. Each time I hear him whimper my name like that, I feel my whole body respond, like I’m a battery charged to the max, churning with excitement that makes me feel both amazing and capable of anything. With each sound and facial expression he makes, I slip closer and closer to the edge.

“Cole …” he whimpers.

He’s there. I am, too. “Noah …”

The next instant, he grips my face and pulls our lips together. The kiss is the trigger: we both reach our climaxes at once. I feel his mouth vibrate as he moans against my face. My breaths skitter through my nostrils as I shake with my release, emptying every bit of pressure that has built up in my body through the course of our evening together. Noah erupts between our bodies, spilling himself powerfully across his abs and hitting my chest.

I stay inside him as I watch the emotions rush across his face.

It’s a beautiful kind of storm. I could watch it all night.

When he recovers, he focuses on me, then lets out a laugh of disbelief. I smile, gently slip out, tie off and discard the condom, then wrap him back up in my arms and squeeze my boy tightly against me, a warm and passionate embrace, all of our messy love and sweat between us. He sighs over my shoulder with delight.

“Was it all you dreamed?” I ask into his ear.

He chuckles again, likely feeling the same happy aftershocks bouncing around through his body. “I think it is a mathematical certainty that that was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had in my whole life.” Then he sighs. “I don’t envy the hardworking people who have to clean these rooms. It’s no mystery what couples do in rooms like these. The bed is literally the center focal point of the entire suite. We’re going to destroy these sheets.”

“We already have,” I murmur sweetly in his ear.

“And I think, provided my levels of excitement and how fast my stamina is replenishing, I may be up for a second round in one hour, maybe less.”

I grin. “Ambitious.”

“Never underestimate a quiet guy with an overactive libido.”

With that, he grabs me and, with a strength I didn’t know him to be capable of, rolls us over. I laugh against him as he dives into my neck with kisses, growling with delight and ferocity.

I hope this night never ends.

It’s many hours (and one or two more rounds) later that the pair of us cuddle up in the Jacuzzi on the balcony. I’m stroking his wet hair as we gaze at the distant stars. “Cole,” he says against my side, “there’s something you said to me the night before I left, just before the pageant. My cheek was pressed to your heart, counting the beats … and you said something to me …”



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