He thrusted into me with a force that made me gasp, sending me further and further into a carnal abyss of pleasure. Caleb taught me that my desires had no boundary and, jumping into the unknown, I found infinite pleasure in his embrace.
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The steamy scene suddenly opened before him, and he gasped. Dozens of gorgeous, scantily-clad Adonises paraded before his eager eyes, their toned bodies radiating sexual energy. He found himself drawn in, tantalized by the smouldering glances shared, the pulse-pounding anticipation, and the thrill of carnal knowledge.
The unmistakable buzz of electricity almost deafening in his ears, he moved in closer. With a single glance from deep brown eyes, it was as if he’d held all the power in the world. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss that stirred every nerve in his body. His heart raced, pulsing with a raging desire he never felt before. And all too soon, they were lost in a sizzling secret of anonymous gay passion.
Her lips met his with a hunger that could light a thousand stars, leaving her reeling and trembling with desire. His touch sent her spiraling into a haze of bliss, hearts pounding and breaths labored as their need for one another spiraled ever higher. Passion was the order of the night.
I saw his selfie and felt an immediate stirring in my pants, as if my body had taken control of me and refused to obey my most basic command: stand still. I couldn’t help myself, a heat radiating from my core and filling me so completely with arousal that I felt as if I would explode if I didn’t touch him. In that moment, I knew I had to have him.
The pool boy was an impossibly muscled specimen of sweat-soaked satisfaction. His dark eyes were inviting me closer, and his heat-kissed skin begged for me to perform the most salacious of acts. I wanted nothing more than to dive into the depths of his body and explore every inch of his body, tasting and tantalizing him passionately.
I’d made it to his front door, nerves filtering through my chest until finally he answered. He kissed me hard, pushing me against the door as his hands fumbled to undo my belt. I’d been expecting it, and the 12 inch surprise that was inside me. I gasped in pleasure as I felt him slide inside me, wild and exciting and . . . perfect.
The handyman and I collided in a frenzy of heat and lust, our wet skin slipping against each other. His every touch electrified me, his fingers pushing through my hair as our hips crashed in wild, unbridled passion, his rigid shaft ravaging me, driving me to heights of bliss. This affair was no ordinary tryst, for I felt a hunger I had never experienced before, one that I wanted to feed until I was completely satisfied.
He moaned, his mouth gaping wide, as the wave of pleasure engulfed him. His face locked in a mask of blissed out euphoria, I delivered the ultimate faceful, a river of salty, steamy hot man-spunk cascading across his forehead and stubbly chin. His chest heaved with pleasure and his hips buckled as his orgasm peaked. I’d given him the seductive splurge he’d asked for.
The warm droplets of water drizzled down his wide sculpted chest like jewels, tracing the intricate lines of his masculinity. His careless movements tantalising me as his skin glistened, teasing me with untold erotic pleasures. I shivered with anticipation as he smiled knowingly, and all I wanted was to feel his delicious heat on my own skin.