Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
When the water turned cold, I leaned down and sucked his earlobe. “Want me to eat your ass now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He clambered out of the tub and tugged me with him. We dried off, then tumbled to the bed together, kissing, touching, stroking, frotting, savoring.
“There is nothing like sex with you,” Caden said while we kissed leisurely.
“Turn over.”
He got on his hands and knees, and I knelt behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, and lapped at his hole while he writhed and cried out, pushing his ass against my face like he was riding it.
“Fuck me…please, hurry up and fuck me,” he said breathlessly.
I lubed up, held his hips, and pushed inside him. We both exhaled together, my eyes rolling back at the feel of his hot, tight hole squeezing me.
I tugged him up so his back was against my chest as I fucked up and into him, made love to him, kissing his neck and shoulders, letting my hands explore every inch of him.
We made love slowly, in every position we could think of. Each time one of us was close to coming, we pulled off. He slicked up too, pushed inside me, but when we eventually came apart together, it was with my dick inside Caden again, his body squeezing a load out of me, my release filling him up as he spurted all over our hands, his stomach, and the bed.
We fell into a heap together, held each other.
“I love you, husband,” Caden said first.
“I love you too. Always.”
And I knew that was true. It would always be us, Alex and Caden, growing old together, sitting on the front porch in the evenings, giving each other shit, just the way I’d dreamed about.
“I wonder how Gladys is doing,” Caden said, surprising me. We’d tried to find her, to invite her to the wedding, but we hadn’t been able to. We didn’t know enough about her.
“I think she knows we’re happy,” I told him.
“God, you’re so sweet and mushy.”
“Shut up. I hate you.”
We laughed, held tight, then went to sleep.