The Realist (The Vers Podcast #3) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vers Podcast Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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I winked up at him. “I’m good at this. Let me lie on the bed with my head hanging over. You can fuck my throat like that. It’s my favorite.”

He moaned before pulling me to my feet and lifting me. My arms and legs immediately wrapped around him as his mouth crushed mine again. He kissed me, one arm around me, the other on my ass, kneading my cheek. He walked to the bed and lay down on top of me, thrusting and slowly making out with me. Or dicks rubbed together, the most delicious friction that threatened to make me lose control. “Stop if you don’t want me to come now.”

“I thought younger men were supposed to last longer?” He smirked.

“Fuck you.” I laughed, enjoying this Marcus.

He moved off me, and I positioned myself with my head hanging off the side of the bed. He spread his legs, standing over me so I could love on his sac again, sucking his heavy balls into my mouth. At the same time, he spit in his hand, then stroked my cock, which I knew had to be leaking all over the damn place. When the muscles in my stomach tightened, he let go, knowing I was close to losing it.

“Show me what else this sexy mouth of yours can do. You have to earn the load in my balls if you want it.”

“Fuck…I want it so much.” I was dying for it, starving for his cum.

Marcus pushed into my mouth, starting easy before picking up the pace and fucking into me. My lips stretched, my eyes watered, my throat burned, but when he tried to ease off, I wrapped a hand around the back of his thigh, holding him in place and letting him know I wanted it.

He went at me more, harder, but always careful. It was never too much, and I knew if it were, Marcus would sense it and stop. My body felt like electric currents were shooting beneath my skin, like I could come without a hand on me, just by letting Marcus fuck my throat.

When his movements turned jerkier, his breathing faster, I knew I was about to earn my reward for a job well done.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come, baby boy. Gonna shoot my load in your mouth, and I want you to swallow it all up.”

As soon as I nodded, his dick pulsed in my mouth, the hot spray of his salty release filling it. I swallowed and kept letting him use my mouth until his balls were wrung dry and my stomach was sated with what he’d given me.

My whole body melted into the bed. I couldn’t move, but it turned out I didn’t have to. Marcus leaned over me and sucked my cock deep into his mouth, bobbing on me while using his hand to stroke me at the same time.

The currents in my skin exploded, sunbursts of pleasure igniting inside me as pulse after pulse of my load spurted into his mouth, Marcus taking it all down the way I had with him.

He rolled off me after, lying in the opposite direction, both of us breathing heavily.

When I got myself under control, I said, “Told you you were missing out. Why did you make us wait so long to do that?”

“So fucking mouthy,” he replied, but I knew without looking he had a smile on his face.

I leaned over, kissed his soft cock, then straddled him as my lips trailed up his torso until I got to his mouth. My tongue slipped inside, tasting myself on him, before I climbed off and said, “Thanks, baby. That was good.”

I left him there, watching me, and went to my room before he could tell me to go.

Chapter Eleven

Marcus

“With this location and being so close to the water, this property won’t last,” I told Kurt. He was from New York and was in town on business and looking for a second home out West. I handled both residential and commercial properties, much like my folks did, only they designed and I sold. Kurt was a typical client of mine, someone with a lot of money to spend, some of which would end up in my pocket. I also owned numerous properties of my own throughout LA and San Diego counties and, more recently, in Las Vegas, creating my own empire the way my parents had done.

“It’s a little smaller than what I was looking for,” Kurt replied.

“It is, but what you lose in square footage, you’ll gain in lot size. You won’t find many places around here with the extra land space.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head because he knew I was right. Now, that didn’t mean he would have any use for a bigger lot, but for many, it was a selling point. When he went for the back door and stepped outside to look at the ocean again, I knew I had him. I was good at judging when a client would make an offer and when they wouldn’t. I was rarely wrong.


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