To His Heart's Content (manxman) Valentine's Short Story

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Taylor...

(The mouth watering Stuart Reardon as my vision was Evan------->)

I should have known better, but my  traitorous body didn't seem to care about what my mind's thoughts were at the present moment. I had only walked across the street from the cafe to Evan's shop just to bring him lunch. It has been several days since the night we rocked each other's world. A  passion filled evening that left my ass really, really  sore after his monster cock almost crippled me, but I had not one single regret about any of it. It seems that my bad boy boyfriend has been monitoring my healing process along the way because no sooner had I set the basket of food down on the desk, did I find myself stripped completely naked and straddling his powerful thighs. He spread his legs wide which in turn had my legs obscenely splayed wide open. I had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and my bottom lip clenched tightly between my teeth as his busy fingers slicked over and around my quivering hole. I had to bite back my helpless whimpers and groans just in case his employees happened to walk by the closed door and heard what we were up to.

My body was a mess, I was one long tightly wound exposed nerve that Evan was relentlessly stroking. I have come to discover over the last few days that my man is totally fixated on my ass, and my tight little striated entrance. He made it a point to touch and study it at any given moment. And my unapologetic beast didn't care where the hell we were when the mood to caress and play with my ass struck him. He had almost drove me to the point of instantly the night before when he had decided to eat me like I was the Sunday special on my cafe menu. Evan had spent hours licking, nibbling, and he was spearing his busy tongue into my ass. My boyfriend had playfully jiggled my butt cheeks and seemed to get hours of entertainment out of that alone. By the time he was done with me, I didn't even know my own name. I just flopped onto the cooling pool of what seemed my my millionth orgasm for the day and went kindly to sleep.

The next time I woke up, my head was in between two muscular thighs and I had a monster cock dangling mere inches away from my face. Evan was propped up on his knees and elbows over me as he had expertly swallowed the entire length of my throbbing shaft into his mouth and deep throated me. Gawd, I had opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird and latched onto that thick piece meat and sucked it like I was searching for the fluid of life. Evan's grunts and thrusts had only fueled me on and when I came I saw stars, but it wasn't my release that I had craved. I wanted him to damn near drown me in his release and I had sucked him like my name was Hoover P. Vacuum, III. Evan had growled and fucked my face until he had erupted like Mt. Kilauea in Hawaii, a constant barrage if cum that had just kept coming, spewing out of the bulbous head of his impressive member. I admitted my defeat, I couldn't take another drop and I had to take my mouth off of him and let the rest of him spill all over my  hands.

Now I was still a mess, I was naked, my skin was flushed and hot, and my heart pounded in my chest, and my thoughts were scattered as Evan sat their fully dressed with a wicked smirk on his lips, It was his eyes that captured my attention with the heart stopping look of unadulterated desire in his hypnotic gaze. At least three fingers were buried deep inside of me and he was scissoring the tender ring of nerves around my entrance. Evan relentlessly pushed them in and out of my slowly stretched channel, and I reveled in the mind blowing friction against the walls of my chute. He suddenly pegged my prostate, and once he found it was merciless with it.

"Yes, that's it baby, fuck yourself in my fingers. Let me feel that tight pretty ass clench and ripple around my fingers." Evan purred in my ear and I just  groaned and thrust myself back onto his hand. God I have turned myself into a right slut for this man.