Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“It said…” I scoff, then moan as he sucks harder and tension racks my body as my orgasm tightens in my balls. I’m seconds away from coming. “Fuck,” I groan.
Levi pulls away, leaving me panting and ready. “What did the ad say?”
I open my eyes and lean forward to squint at him. “Are you serious right now?”
“You’re the one who wanted to tell me a story while I was giving you a blow job.” He pouts and I huff out a breath.
“Fine. Okay, it said…” I roll my eyes upward and frown as I try to remember when all I can really think about is the ache in my cock and how close I’d been to blowing my load down his throat. “Uh, it said…” I clear my throat, then recite the ad. “Come Meet the Blue River Beefcakes!
Small town seeking single women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight. Free rent and paid stipend for the first six months. Jobs readily available. Business loans offered with references. Come check out our coastal haven. Plenty of hot, available, educated and established men for the picking.”
“It did not!” Levi’s tone is scandalized.
I raise up a hand. “Scout’s honor, it did. Now get back to what you were doing, and I’ll tell you the part you’re really going to like.”
He frowns, looking disbelieving, but I just grin and wait until his lips wrap around my cock once more. I had an ulterior motive for coming here, aside from the ginormous prize pot.
My cock is still hard, but I’m no longer seconds away from orgasm, and we’re almost to our destination. Which means we’re almost to downtown, where there will be a lot more vehicles on the road.
Making an executive decision, I pull into a rest stop, and drive to the farthest parking spot away from the bathrooms.
When we stop, Levi doesn’t even glance up. He had to have noticed but he trusts me. With the truck in park, I lean my head back across the bench seat, jut my hips out, shoving my cock further down his throat, and wish desperately I had the right angle to face-fuck him right now. But I don’t, so I focus on my story instead.
“So anyway, one of the first women to answer the ad is a matchmaker who gets here and realizes her ex-fiancé is the new sheriff. They get together and she tells him…” I trail off because I’m close to coming again and about to get to the good part. I don’t want to risk him stopping, otherwise, we’ll be here all night.
So I close my eyes, tangle my hands in his short brown locks, and thrust my hips up and down, giving the best imitation of a face-fucking I can at the moment. It works. His speed and intensity increase and my balls draw tight as my body goes rigid. It feels like fire is running through my veins at lightning speed, and when he reaches further underneath me to massage my taint, it’s over.
“Holy shit, boy,” I bellow as I come, shooting my ropes of cum down his narrow throat. My vision is blurry, my hands are shaky, my mouth is dry and my breath is shallow.
Levi takes every last drop, then uses his tongue to clean me up, and puts my cock away for me when it’s softened. And then he sits up and curls into my side. “Finish the story, Daddy. What does she tell him?”
“Huh?” I’m still recovering and it takes me a minute to remember where I was. “Oh right. So they get together and she tells him she wants to set up a matchmaking business in town and he says something to the effect of… You might have a hard time with that, since all the men that came here were paired up with each other.”
“It’s a town of gay men?” Levi does not seem excited by the prospect and I smother a smile, knowing how jealous he can be at times.
“Not exactly. She started the business anyway. And now, it’s becoming a town full of…” I pause and pull back to look at him before I finish my sentence. “...throuples.”
His eyes widen. His jaw drops. His gaze meets mine.
We’ve been looking for our third for a while now, but never met someone who was looking for more than a good time. We’ve had enough one-night stands. We’re looking for someone who fits into our life and wants to share it. And I have a feeling we’re about to find her.
I don’t say that, not wanting to get his hopes up.
He considers, his mouth twisting into a frown. “How will we know if we meet her if we’re only here for a couple days?”
“They say when you know, you know.”
He smirks. “They do say that, but I know you. So how are you going to know, and not talk yourself out of it?” He shakes his head.