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. That s right, Dale soothed. That s right.Good.Youready to come now? Oh fuck yeah! Dale chuckled and then sank to his knees on the damptowels and took Carson in his mouth.There was a minorfireworks explosion behind Carson s eyes, and then another, Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane93bigger one as Dale moved back and licked Carson s crown,and then another one, huge, as Dale swallowed him deeper.Carson threw his head back so hard it cracked on thedoorframe and he saw more fireworks, and still, Dale sslippery grip on his shaft and his mouth on Carson s cockhead felt so good, Carson didn t even grunt with pain.Daleraised his hand and cupped the inside of Carson s thigh, andCarson spread his legs to accommodate.The hand slid inhigher, until Dale was cupping his balls and teasing hiscrease with a long finger at the same time, and Carsonsuddenly wanted Dale s touch everywhere.He bent his kneesa little, spread his thighs, and begged silently for about twoseconds before begging out loud. Oh God, please.Please please please please& oh God,yes.Touch me, oh please, everywhere, touch me touch metouch me oh God yes! Because Dale s finger, slick withspit, slid up and teased his rim before slipping inside.Carson grabbed Dale s hair with both hands, buckeddeep into his throat, and came and came and came.Dale pulled back after the first spurt and let it hit hisface, his cheeks, his chin, and when he turned his burninggaze upward, he was dripping with Carson s spend, whiteand clear and thick.For a moment, Carson forgot to breathe, much lessspeak, and Dale stood up slowly, regarding Carson with alaconic, faintly predatory gaze. I m wearing you on my face, he murmured, andCarson nodded, thinking he looked raw and dirty andbeautiful. You gonna clean me up? Suddenly Carson couldn t imagine anything sweeter.Helicked the corner of Dale s mouth, his full lips, his chin, Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane94tasting his own come and Dale s sweat, and then he movedto Dale s cheeks, to his temple, across his cheekbones, andthe whole time Dale was kneading his backside, thumbinghis nipples, grinding their groins together.By the time thegentle rasp of Dale s skin no longer tanged of come, Carson sbreath came faster, his cock filled with blood again, and Daleheld his hips hard enough to leave marks. You feel good about yourself? Dale muttered in his ear. Yes. You feel hungry again? Oh God yes. Good.I m going to take you into my room and throwyou on the bed face-first, and then I m going to fuck you.Can you deal with that? Carson s knees actually trembled, and he dug hisfingers into Dale s shoulders, trying to stay upright.His cockgave a giant throb, and so did his balls, and so did hisasshole, and he clenched them all, craving, dying for thefeeling of Dale s flesh inside his own. Yes, he whispered. Louder. Yes! he said, rutting up against Dale s thigh like hehadn t just come.Dale grabbed him by the shoulders andswung him around, steered him around the living roomcorner, along the tiny hallway, and into the bedroom.Thesheets were turned down, which must have happened afterCarson had gone in, and the candle had burnt down about ahalf an hour s worth.The room smelled even more likesandalwood, and suddenly the scent wasn t a frivolousgesture it was a deep, drugging complement to the smell ofsex and desire that coated their skin. Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane95Dale pushed him forward almost gently, and Carsonscrambled onto the clean beige sheets, pulling his knees tohis chest and offering himself up.Dale smacked his bottomplayfully and then eased the sting with a gentle palm. Not that you don t look pretty like that, he said,bending over and kissing Carson s shoulder, his bicep, theharsh drop of his shoulder blade, but I changed my mind.Iwant to see you when I m inside you. He wrapped his armaround Carson s chest and pulled, and Carson sat up andleaned back against him, nestled into the hollow of his neckand shoulder. Do you want that, Carson? No, Carson confessed, because he d never felt sonaked in front of anyone, man or woman, and he wasfrightened. Too bad, Dale whispered, nuzzling his ear. You regonna be all mine tonight.You re gonna be so much mine,you re not ever gonna want to belong to anyone else.Now laydown on your back and spread your legs for me, kay? And Carson did, feeling a little helpless and a lotvulnerable.Dale reached up to the head of the bed andgrabbed a pillow to shove under Carson s hips, and Carsonwas splayed even further. You know, he said, fighting to keep his words, I mightwant to see you too, you know that, right? Not this time, Dale told him patiently.Then he reachedunder the remaining pillow and brought out a bottle of lube,some of which he smeared on his fingers and his cock.Carson watched him, fascinated, because the skin of hiscock and ass was pale but still gold-toned, and his cock wasa decent length, thick, and uncut [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. That s right, Dale soothed. That s right.Good.Youready to come now? Oh fuck yeah! Dale chuckled and then sank to his knees on the damptowels and took Carson in his mouth.There was a minorfireworks explosion behind Carson s eyes, and then another, Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane93bigger one as Dale moved back and licked Carson s crown,and then another one, huge, as Dale swallowed him deeper.Carson threw his head back so hard it cracked on thedoorframe and he saw more fireworks, and still, Dale sslippery grip on his shaft and his mouth on Carson s cockhead felt so good, Carson didn t even grunt with pain.Daleraised his hand and cupped the inside of Carson s thigh, andCarson spread his legs to accommodate.The hand slid inhigher, until Dale was cupping his balls and teasing hiscrease with a long finger at the same time, and Carsonsuddenly wanted Dale s touch everywhere.He bent his kneesa little, spread his thighs, and begged silently for about twoseconds before begging out loud. Oh God, please.Please please please please& oh God,yes.Touch me, oh please, everywhere, touch me touch metouch me oh God yes! Because Dale s finger, slick withspit, slid up and teased his rim before slipping inside.Carson grabbed Dale s hair with both hands, buckeddeep into his throat, and came and came and came.Dale pulled back after the first spurt and let it hit hisface, his cheeks, his chin, and when he turned his burninggaze upward, he was dripping with Carson s spend, whiteand clear and thick.For a moment, Carson forgot to breathe, much lessspeak, and Dale stood up slowly, regarding Carson with alaconic, faintly predatory gaze. I m wearing you on my face, he murmured, andCarson nodded, thinking he looked raw and dirty andbeautiful. You gonna clean me up? Suddenly Carson couldn t imagine anything sweeter.Helicked the corner of Dale s mouth, his full lips, his chin, Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane94tasting his own come and Dale s sweat, and then he movedto Dale s cheeks, to his temple, across his cheekbones, andthe whole time Dale was kneading his backside, thumbinghis nipples, grinding their groins together.By the time thegentle rasp of Dale s skin no longer tanged of come, Carson sbreath came faster, his cock filled with blood again, and Daleheld his hips hard enough to leave marks. You feel good about yourself? Dale muttered in his ear. Yes. You feel hungry again? Oh God yes. Good.I m going to take you into my room and throwyou on the bed face-first, and then I m going to fuck you.Can you deal with that? Carson s knees actually trembled, and he dug hisfingers into Dale s shoulders, trying to stay upright.His cockgave a giant throb, and so did his balls, and so did hisasshole, and he clenched them all, craving, dying for thefeeling of Dale s flesh inside his own. Yes, he whispered. Louder. Yes! he said, rutting up against Dale s thigh like hehadn t just come.Dale grabbed him by the shoulders andswung him around, steered him around the living roomcorner, along the tiny hallway, and into the bedroom.Thesheets were turned down, which must have happened afterCarson had gone in, and the candle had burnt down about ahalf an hour s worth.The room smelled even more likesandalwood, and suddenly the scent wasn t a frivolousgesture it was a deep, drugging complement to the smell ofsex and desire that coated their skin. Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane95Dale pushed him forward almost gently, and Carsonscrambled onto the clean beige sheets, pulling his knees tohis chest and offering himself up.Dale smacked his bottomplayfully and then eased the sting with a gentle palm. Not that you don t look pretty like that, he said,bending over and kissing Carson s shoulder, his bicep, theharsh drop of his shoulder blade, but I changed my mind.Iwant to see you when I m inside you. He wrapped his armaround Carson s chest and pulled, and Carson sat up andleaned back against him, nestled into the hollow of his neckand shoulder. Do you want that, Carson? No, Carson confessed, because he d never felt sonaked in front of anyone, man or woman, and he wasfrightened. Too bad, Dale whispered, nuzzling his ear. You regonna be all mine tonight.You re gonna be so much mine,you re not ever gonna want to belong to anyone else.Now laydown on your back and spread your legs for me, kay? And Carson did, feeling a little helpless and a lotvulnerable.Dale reached up to the head of the bed andgrabbed a pillow to shove under Carson s hips, and Carsonwas splayed even further. You know, he said, fighting to keep his words, I mightwant to see you too, you know that, right? Not this time, Dale told him patiently.Then he reachedunder the remaining pillow and brought out a bottle of lube,some of which he smeared on his fingers and his cock.Carson watched him, fascinated, because the skin of hiscock and ass was pale but still gold-toned, and his cock wasa decent length, thick, and uncut [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]