Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Azariah’s lips parted as he hooked his arms behind his knees. “Oh, fuck.”
Connelly sat back on his heels and stared at the sight before him. Azariah was perched right on the edge of the bed. His muscular thighs quivered, his balls were high and tight, and his asshole was exposed. Everything was so smooth and luscious.
“You look delectable.” Connelly smoothed his palm over one of Azariah’s thighs, then gripped both ass cheeks and spread them wider.
Azariah seemed to be holding his breath, but his eyes were locked on to Connelly like he didn’t want to miss a single thing. Yeah, that was intoxicating. He kissed his way over one thigh, then the other, paused to suck on the taut sac, and then finally teased the star with the tip of his tongue.
“Holy God,” Azariah groaned. It was so deep it sent vibrations through Connelly.
He licked and licked and licked until the tight bud began to relax under his attention. Teasing it with two fingers, he kissed up Azariah’s perineum to play with his balls again. He liked the feel of them in his mouth, like oversized grapes, so fragile. But he didn’t stay long, and soon he was thrusting his stiff tongue into Azariah’s hole accompanied by the swell of their sex noises. It was all wet smacks, slicked strokes, hungry breaths and heavy sighs that kept Connelly’s cock stiff as Kevlar.
He gripped Azariah’s length and did his best to coordinate his strokes while he devoured his sweet hole. It was hard because his brain was shorting out with too much pleasure.
“Fuck, Hot Fudge. I’m gonna come.”
“Wait.”
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, thrusting gently in and out, and returned to sucking Azariah’s cock. He needed to taste his release this time. He needed it more than he needed to breathe.
Their need rose like twin fireworks until Azariah’s wiry body curled up, his limbs shaking, his mouth open and eyes wide. His hands forked into Connelly’s hair and held tight. A second later he cried to the ceiling and collapsed backward. His body pulsing, he spurted his cream into Connelly’s mouth.
It was more beautiful than the first time.
More intense. More important.
More everything.
And now Connelly knew that no one else would ever compare.
* * *
Z didn’t have even a moment to catch his breath. He’d let his feet fall to the floor and now Connelly straddled his hips, jerking his long cock with one hand and caressing Z’s torso with the other.
“Give me a second and I’ll help you out with that.”
Connelly’s reply was a grunted, “Can’t wait. You are so fucking hot. Jesus, Azariah.”
His fist flew over his hard flesh in a blur and Z was left floundering. He wanted to help. His hands itched to touch that fabulous cock, but he was so worn out he couldn’t lift his arms. So instead he slid to the floor, kneeling before Connelly, and leaned forward until his lips kissed the head of his cock.
Z flicked his tongue out and caught a pearl of Connelly’s precome. He closed his eyes to savor the flavor. He hadn’t gotten a chance to taste the last time. Only now was he realizing what a missed opportunity that had been. That addicting peach flavor was weirdly concentrated. Z wanted more.
He opened his mouth so the tip slipped between his lips, swirling his tongue around the fat gland.
Connelly shivered. “Fuck.” His tone breathy.
Z opened his eyes, zeroed in on Connelly’s slit and dipped inside to gather the strongest essence. He followed the thick vein as far as Connelly’s quick strokes would allow, then nibbled the ridge around the cap, the whole time keeping his gaze on Connelly’s face.
The man had his head tilted forward so his chin touched his chest, and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose like Z’s favorite blush. His lips were cherry red and plump like he’d been kissed hard. They were parted just enough so the top row of straight white teeth could be seen just behind. Every once in a while Z would do something to cause Connelly to suck in a breath or push one out, and each time a current of electricity would shoot straight up Z’s spine to tingle the roots of his hair.
He kissed every inch he could reach for long minutes, but soon it wasn’t enough. He grabbed Connelly’s firm ass cheeks in both hands and pulled him closer.
“Fuck my mouth, Hot Fudge.”
“Damn.” Connelly gripped the back of Azariah’s head, fingers digging into his hair, and his glorious cock slid past Z’s swollen lips, along his waiting tongue and into his throat. On the first push, they both moaned. On the second, Connelly was already trembling.
Z wanted to blow Connelly’s mind, like if he could make it good enough it would make up for all the mistakes he’d made lately. Like if he could give this amazing man an orgasm that rocked his world, he’d be worth more than yesterday’s trash.