Cretaceous Crushes by Kelex EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Gibson
I don’t know how I ended up blowing a sharp-dressed man in a business
suit against the back bumper of his Jaguar, but there was no going back,
not with his dick rammed halfway down my windpipe. I could blame it on
the booze; everyone does. Truthfully, this guy burned hotter than the sun,
and it had been a long, dry spell for me. Not as long as the Jurassic Era, but
close enough.
There are bookstores full of novels where the science nerd gets the
quarterback of the football team or some glam rocker with a heart of gold
under all the greasepaint and attitude. The idea is good in theory—hell, it’s
even a great hypothesis—but in the cold light of day, I couldn’t even get a
date with another equally nerdy paleontologist, never mind Tom Brady or
Paul Stanley.
It had been two years since I’d last been in this position, worshipping a
thick, juicy cock, and this guy—I was fucked if I could remember his name
—was exactly my type. The epitome of tall, dark, and devilishly handsome,
with his wavy, nearly black hair, which I just had to touch, and his deep,
soulful eyes. Although, that might just have been the Fireball talking. He
was well over six feet tall. In other words, sex on legs. He was damn fine.
Not that I was expecting to marry the big-dicked, handsome, Jaguar-driving
man, but hey, stranger things had happened.
More on that later.
“That’s a good boy. Take it all,” Tall, dark, and handsome urged, wrapping
both hands around the back of my head as he thrust deep into my throat.
At that point, I was just along for the ride. Drool coated my chin. My nose
tickled every time his dong hit the back of my throat and I buried my
nostrils in his pubes. Christ, the man was wearing a five-thousand-dollar
suit; the least he could have done was manscape.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come! Swallow every drop. You hear me, boy?” TDH
panted.
Who the fuck was he calling boy? I was thirty-three years old, although I
had to admit I could pass for a decade younger with the right clothes and
hairstyle. Usually. Well, maybe after three or four shots, but hey, who the
hell could tell in the dark?
I relaxed my throat as best I could under the circumstances as TDH
continued drilling my face. He was breathing hard and moaning like I was
giving him the best head of his life. Hell, I probably was. Not to brag, but
my oral skills are pretty damn stellar if I do say so myself, and I do.
“Play with my balls,” TDH ordered.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say, “Sir, yes, sir,” but considering the fact
that the tip of my tongue was licking the thick vein running down his cock,
I felt it was better to just moan against his meat and do what he ordered.
Finding his nuts in that nest of hair was like trying to slice through the
Amazon Rainforest with a rusty butter knife. TDH moaned louder when I
accidentally jerked some of those impossibly tangled hairs.
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