Red & Blue Read Online Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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Every single muscle in my body tenses up, my nerve endings charged with electricity as I feel the fuse of pleasure burning up. Two heartbeats, one deep breath, and I just explode: all the tension in my body frees itself, a painful scream leaving my mouth as my brain turns into mush. This is way beyond anything I have ever experienced… And still he keeps thrusting. He fucks me as if tomorrow would never come, ignoring all my shouts of ecstasy - my throat is raw and hurting, but I just can’t help it.

Suddenly, he stops; his body turns rigid, his muscles becoming as hard as concrete. I look at him, see him with eyes closed and gritted teeth, and prepare for what’s to come—and I mean that pretty literally. His cock starts to spasm and a thought crosses my mind. With both hands on his chest, I push him to the side and, moving as quickly as I can, I go down on my knees and lean forward. I wrap my lips around his cock just in time, a torrent of cum filling my mouth at once. Cupping his balls as he comes, I stay in place while he empties his whole load inside of my mouth. His flavor is salty and raw, manly like everything in him.

He keeps cumming for what seems like forever, his cum gushing inside my mouth with no end in sight. I feel my mouth becoming full, but even then I don’t pull back; I remain still, strands of cum dripping down my lips and chin. It’s simply too much for me to hold it all in my mouth, and it keeps on coming. Thicks drops fall to my breasts, my chin covered in his semen… Only when I’m a wet mess does he finally stop, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an exhausted grin.

Proud of what I just did, I smile at him, opening my mouth and showing him his own cum.

“You look lovely like that,” he says, leaning forward. His lips touch mine and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m pushing my tongue inside his mouth, opening my mouth wide and swapping cum with him. Remember when I told you that the kinkier the better? This was what I was talking about: never in my life did I think I’d find a man with whom I’d be doing this… And damn, it feels just so damn fine!

When our kiss ends, I open my eyes and lock them on his; I lick my lips wantonly, scooping whatever cum I can, and just swallow it. He looks at me as if he were entranced, the expression on his face one of pure delight.

When I’m done, I simply collapse on the mattress, spreading my legs and arms to the side, exhaustion suddenly filling every fiber of my being. And this time, there’s no fighting it; the moment I feel the softness of his sheets against my back, I close my eyes and I’m out.

W HAT TIME IS IT? Oh God, I fell asleep in Arsen’s apartment. I look to my side and there he is, his naked body still pressed tight against mine, the warmness of his skin seeping through mine.

It pains me to leave him. I wouldn’t mind closing my eyes and going back to sleep, my naked body against his… But there’s a whisper inside my head: I’ve got work to do. "King Henry," my new client, is going to call me at noon, and I want to be home by the time I get the call. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not even about work… I just want to talk with him again.

And so, with a perfect naked man lying by my side, I get up and get dressed. I could reschedule the call, I know that—but somehow there’s something inside of me that’s aching to hear that voice on the other end of the line. I leave the apartment on my tiptoes, wondering why the hell I'm caring so damn much about a man I’ve never even met.

ARSEN

I

don’t know why I’m so fucking excited to talk to Ashley when she was just here a couple of hours ago. But regardless of the fucking reason, I shower, shave, go work out, and get some food at the gym, and by the time I’m sitting down in front of my computer, I have nervous excitement going through me like I’m 16 and in high school all over again.

What the fuck is going on? I’m about to call a phone sex operator. Regardless of whether I had showered or shaved or whatever, she’d be looking to get me off. This is a sure fucking thing. It’s nothing to get excited about. It’s nothing to revolve my day around.

But that’s exactly what I’m fucking doing. You’re probably laughing at me right now. I seem like that fucking 40-year-old virgin if you ever saw the movie where Steve Carrell puts on the candles and shit before putting on the fucking porno so he could jack off. Hell, chances are Dad’s company produced that porno in the first place. And now I wonder how much the old man is turning over in his grave when he sees his only fucking son getting a fucking hard on getting ready to pay money to talk dirty with one of his own phone sex operators.


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