Read Online Duet in Blood by J. P. Bowie - Free Book Online
Authors: J. P. Bowie
Tags: Romance
Ads: Link
searching fingers finding the prize I knew was mine. He gasped into my mouth as I massaged his hardness through the soft cotton of his briefs.
I got down on my knees. With both hands, I slowly pulled his slacks down his hips. The outline of his dick, straining under the fabric of his underwear, was an impressive sight, making mine jump in response. I ran my lips over the white cotton, tracing the length and thickness that lay beneath, then, very slowly, I eased down his briefs, first laying bare his beautiful butt. I caressed the satin-like flesh with the palms of my hands, then, and only because I couldn’t stand to wait another second, I released his burgeoning erection. For a moment, I was content to gaze at its smooth, silky girth as it rose with an elegant curve from his dark pubic hair.
I grasped the base and ran my tongue over the head, licking up the sweet honey of his pre-cum. My lips slid along the length of his shaft, my throat loosening to take it all in. I put my hands on his butt, pulling him in until my nose was buried in his crotch and I could inhale his wonderful scent—spicy with an underlying trace of musk. A total turn on. His hands stroked my hair as he pumped slowly in and out of my mouth. I felt myself being lowered gently onto the floor. I seemed to have lost all my clothes in the process, but I was too into what we were doing to wonder how. His tongue teased the very tip of my cock, probing at the slit, making my hips jerk upwards, wanting him to take all of me into his DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
46
mouth. But instead, he licked his way down under my balls, teasing each one with a flick of his tongue.
He flipped me onto my stomach and burrowed his face between my butt cheeks. His
tongue probed my opening, pushed past my sphincter muscles and brought me to an ecstatic high like nothing before. I raised my butt, pushing upwards as his tongue swirled inside me.
“Joseph,” I gasped. “Oh, my God, Joseph…” I practically clawed the carpet to shreds from the sensations he was overwhelming me with. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Oh, please fuck me.”
He ran his tongue up the length of my spine, setting my skin on fire. The coolness of his lubed fingers sinking inside me made me shiver with delight. He paused for a moment to slip on a condom, then his lips touched my ear. I squirmed beneath him, raising my butt to meet the hard shaft that now pushed its way into me. His size should have caused me pain, but instead it brought me ecstasy, filling me up, fusing us together, joining us as one. As much as I loved having his cock in my mouth, to have its pulsing hardness so deep inside me, filled me with not only pleasure, but incredible joy.
He rolled onto his back, his arms about my chest, his legs intertwined with mine, keeping me locked to him. He grasped my erection, pumping it rhythmically in time with the upward thrusts of his hips. I felt as though I was being consumed by him, taken over, body, mind and soul, and helpless to prevent it. I was his to do with what he wished, and I wished he would never stop. Never in my entire life had I felt this way. Never had I given myself so completely or so wantonly. This man inspired an almost primitive wildness in me, as though he had tapped into a part of me I hadn’t known existed until now. I was making noises I’d never heard come from me before—mewling, whimpering sounds that begged him, urged him to take me and never let me go.
My body thrashed over his, meeting every relentless thrust of his with my own. I felt an incredible sensual rush as he propelled me towards my climax. As fantastic as I knew it would be, I wanted to hang on to this unbelievable experience as long as I could. But my body took over, and my orgasm erupted out of me in a series of mind-blowing jolts that shot a stream of semen over both our heads.
“Yes…”
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
47
Joseph’s arms tightened around me as he shook in the paroxysm of his own
I got down on my knees. With both hands, I slowly pulled his slacks down his hips. The outline of his dick, straining under the fabric of his underwear, was an impressive sight, making mine jump in response. I ran my lips over the white cotton, tracing the length and thickness that lay beneath, then, very slowly, I eased down his briefs, first laying bare his beautiful butt. I caressed the satin-like flesh with the palms of my hands, then, and only because I couldn’t stand to wait another second, I released his burgeoning erection. For a moment, I was content to gaze at its smooth, silky girth as it rose with an elegant curve from his dark pubic hair.
I grasped the base and ran my tongue over the head, licking up the sweet honey of his pre-cum. My lips slid along the length of his shaft, my throat loosening to take it all in. I put my hands on his butt, pulling him in until my nose was buried in his crotch and I could inhale his wonderful scent—spicy with an underlying trace of musk. A total turn on. His hands stroked my hair as he pumped slowly in and out of my mouth. I felt myself being lowered gently onto the floor. I seemed to have lost all my clothes in the process, but I was too into what we were doing to wonder how. His tongue teased the very tip of my cock, probing at the slit, making my hips jerk upwards, wanting him to take all of me into his DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
46
mouth. But instead, he licked his way down under my balls, teasing each one with a flick of his tongue.
He flipped me onto my stomach and burrowed his face between my butt cheeks. His
tongue probed my opening, pushed past my sphincter muscles and brought me to an ecstatic high like nothing before. I raised my butt, pushing upwards as his tongue swirled inside me.
“Joseph,” I gasped. “Oh, my God, Joseph…” I practically clawed the carpet to shreds from the sensations he was overwhelming me with. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Oh, please fuck me.”
He ran his tongue up the length of my spine, setting my skin on fire. The coolness of his lubed fingers sinking inside me made me shiver with delight. He paused for a moment to slip on a condom, then his lips touched my ear. I squirmed beneath him, raising my butt to meet the hard shaft that now pushed its way into me. His size should have caused me pain, but instead it brought me ecstasy, filling me up, fusing us together, joining us as one. As much as I loved having his cock in my mouth, to have its pulsing hardness so deep inside me, filled me with not only pleasure, but incredible joy.
He rolled onto his back, his arms about my chest, his legs intertwined with mine, keeping me locked to him. He grasped my erection, pumping it rhythmically in time with the upward thrusts of his hips. I felt as though I was being consumed by him, taken over, body, mind and soul, and helpless to prevent it. I was his to do with what he wished, and I wished he would never stop. Never in my entire life had I felt this way. Never had I given myself so completely or so wantonly. This man inspired an almost primitive wildness in me, as though he had tapped into a part of me I hadn’t known existed until now. I was making noises I’d never heard come from me before—mewling, whimpering sounds that begged him, urged him to take me and never let me go.
My body thrashed over his, meeting every relentless thrust of his with my own. I felt an incredible sensual rush as he propelled me towards my climax. As fantastic as I knew it would be, I wanted to hang on to this unbelievable experience as long as I could. But my body took over, and my orgasm erupted out of me in a series of mind-blowing jolts that shot a stream of semen over both our heads.
“Yes…”
DUET IN BLOOD
J.P. Bowie
47
Joseph’s arms tightened around me as he shook in the paroxysm of his own
Similar Books
