Promises Part 3 Read Online A.E. Via (Bounty Hunters #3)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bounty Hunters Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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Dana wanted to jump up and flip Ford over and return the gesture ten-fold, but he was boneless, completely shattered. Ford had done something to him. Jesus. His arms didn’t want to work. His eyes would barely open, not to mention focus on something. With his legs gaped open because he couldn’t summon the energy to close them, Dana laid there like a sexed-out ragdoll.

“Damn. Look at you.” Ford climbed up Dana’s body like a top predator and straddled him just below his hips. He reached down and gripped the back of Dana’s neck and pulled him up to him, putting him in the perfect position to latch on to one of Ford’s dark nipples. Dana was glad for the assistance because he wasn’t sure he’d stay sitting up if Ford wasn’t holding him.

“Mmm. Yeah, suck on it, brat. Suck it good,” Ford whispered, his hand leisurely moving over his thick shaft. The veins were dark and red, looking ready to pop. But Ford kept the pace even. Dana was amazed how the man could be so turned on and so composed at the same time. He had to be aching to come by now, the dark burgundy head that was weeping and spilling onto Dana’s belly was evidence of that. But Ford’s fist wasn’t flying over his thick dick, forcing his orgasm from him. Dana sat there mesmerized by Ford’s lazy movements. The head reappearing every couple seconds from within Ford’s big fist. He was able to keep this up for a minute or so before Dana felt Ford’s body jerk on top of him and go rigid. Every muscle flexing hard for him. Gorgeous motherfucker.

“I’m gonna come.” Ford’s voice was so gravelly and dark it made Dana’s chest vibrate and his cock attempt to twitch back to life.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” Dana whispered in awe while he kept his eyes trained on the beautiful act.

“I’m gonna come exactly where I want to,” Ford growled, grabbing a handful of Dana’s wild, black hair and yanking his head back, exposing his long throat.

Oh, fuck yeah. This was what Dana missed. The animalistic act of letting a man completely wreck and own him.

Dana swallowed hard, his protruding Adam’s apple bobbing eagerly. Ford’s eyes narrowed when he caught it, his hand slowing even more, his muscles pulled so tight Dana’s hands burned where they touched them. So damn amazing. Dana saw the moment his partner’s orgasm rushed over him. Ford jerked within his hold, slowly pulled the satiny skin around his shaft almost completely over his slit, yelled, and shot against Dana’s throat. Ford’s scent filled the room, making Dana high all over again. While Ford towered over him, his body taut with pleasure, the first spurt of come hit Dana’s Adam’s apple so hard it made him jolt in surprise. Then the next one coated the skin just above his sternum before it finally started to lessen and run over Ford’s fist. He didn’t hesitate to take that and rub it over the rest of Dana’s throat and upper chest.

Now Ford looked just a sated as him. Dana fell back, coated in Ford’s come, content to stay that way the rest of the night. Ford dropped down next to him, groaning and still panting.

“Damn, Dana.” Was all Ford seemed to be able to achieve between breaths.

Dana smiled, absently running his hand along the side of Ford’s thigh that was against his. “Damn, Bradford.”

Dana didn’t know how long they laid there, satisfied with light touches and silence, but Ford was the first one to break the quiet.

“I’m’a get a washcloth and wipe you off.”

Dana almost blurted out “No,” but maybe Ford didn’t want to sleep with Dana while he was covered in semen. Dana had no qualms at all about it, but different strokes and all that. He was even more surprised when Ford sat on the edge of the bed and began to slowly, appreciatively run the warm rag over Dana’s throat. It was damn near a sponge bath, especially when Ford returned to the bathroom, rinsed the rag, warmed it up again and came back to resume his important job, focusing now on Dana’s chest. He could only watch in amazement and complete admiration.

“I don’t know what to think when you look at me like that, Dana.” Ford’s deep, husky voice permeated the dim room.

“Don’t think,” Dana whispered. “Just feel.”

Because this was it for Dana. Nothing could feel better than Bradford King. Nothing.

Ford

Ford’s alarm went off at seven. He’d wanted to get a run in before work, but just like most mornings, it was hard to get out of bed. Too much temptation. He turned over and looked at the warm, sexy man sleeping next to him. His tanned skin, so gorgeous against the cream-colored sheets. In the past two weeks, Dana had slept at his house every night except three, and only because his best friend had needed him one night and the other two, they’d both been too exhausted from work.



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