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)
Frank let out a soft grunt and licked the salty droplet all the way to the slit. He forced Ezra’s thighs wider apart and almost chuckled in glee at the shiver he felt under his fingers. “Oh, I’ll be taking everything you’re willing to give, Ezra,” he said and wrapped his lips over the smooth cockhead.
Fuck, it felt good to taste a dick again. But sensing the way Ezra’s thighs stiffened, how he twisted on the bed, rubbing Frank’s shoulders, was even better. Frank might have waited a long time for this, but it was well worth it. The stiff shaft pulsed on his tongue, demanding more attention, and Frank was its humble servant.
He loved the peppery cologne radiating from Ezra’s skin and how it accentuated his fresh, natural scent, but he wanted to smell less perfume and more Ezra, so he followed the trail to where his aroma was strongest. Grabbing Ezra’s dick, Frank teased his balls with his tongue. He took his sweet time exploring the soft skin, kissing and caressing as he pumped Ezra’s cock, unbothered that his own stiff dick was neglected. He’d be fucking this prime piece of ass later, so he might as well be patient and enjoy the journey.
And since he was thinking of ass…
He slipped his other hand under Ezra and squeezed his buttock, pressing his face against Ezra’s cock and balls. He could only hope the boy didn’t mind the scratch of stubble, but the moan falling from Ezra’s mouth didn’t sound like a complaint.
“I’m going to make you beg for dick,” Frank whispered against his skin and licked along the shaft, exploring its smooth underside. Even if Ezra ended up pretend-begging, this was his fantasy, so why not ask for it?
Ezra hid his eyes as his breathing quickened, and he opened his legs, lifting his feet off the bed, as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. “Can I start begging now?” he uttered and rolled his hands down, revealing his face. His cheeks and chest were covered with a blot of dark color, and as Frank rolled his palm up his stomach, just past that stiff cock, Ezra’s eyes rolled back.
“You can beg, but it will be a while. I’m still unsure if I want to swallow or see cum splash your chest.” Frank let out a low chuckle and flattened his tongue against the cockhead, pressing it to Ezra’s stomach. He slipped his fingers into Ezra’s crack and hummed when its heat beckoned him deeper. He could hardly believe this absolute stunner was putty in his hands. And if they never saw each other again, this night would leave him with a memory to cherish.
A voice in his head spun the fantasy of Ezra ending up so smitten he couldn't forget Frank, but it was best to squash it before it got out of control. Ezra was allowed to enjoy his work, but it was still work.
“Frank... please,” Ezra whispered, shivering when Frank rubbed one of his nipples while playing with the hard cock. “I need something. And your fingers are so thick.”
Those were some puppy dog eyes Ezra was giving him.
Pure porn. His personal porn.
Oh, Frank loved a needy bottom.
“These?” he teased and found the puckered hole as Ezra pushed his ass forward, trying to get some friction. Taking a deep breath, Frank downed Ezra’s dick, instantly relaxed by the way it warmed him from the inside. Yeah, he’d swallow. Let Ezra come on his tongue so he could taste him.
He looked up the hard, toned stomach that wouldn’t be out of place on a classical sculpture and hollowed his cheeks to watch his partner’s body go rigid. Time stopped being linear, and for what could have been minutes or seconds, Frank gorged on Ezra’s clean yet alluring flavor. On smooth tan skin stretched over toned muscles. On the needy sounds coming from the beautiful creature shivering in his arms.
Ezra’s lips parted in a shameless moan and he wiggled his ass against Frank’s hand, trembling and twisting until cum filled Frank’s mouth in several spurts. His hole tightened and dipped under Frank’s fingers as he came, and seeing this Mr. Perfect come undone like this, until he was stripped of all elegant layers and turned into a whimpering, sweaty mess was the satisfaction Frank had craved all along.
He let cum flood his mouth before he swallowed, greedy to enjoy every bit of this handsome man. He never blinked, watching Ezra go from hurried trembling to climax. At one point, Ezra even pressed his foot against Frank’s side, toes curled, as Frank slipped the very tip of his finger into Ezra’s needy hole. It was relaxed and ready but tightened around the digit, making promises Frank could not wait to see fulfilled. It would be a privilege to be inside someone as beautiful and sweet as Ezra, but it wasn’t time yet.