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[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] fact that he couldn’t leave the bed to hasten him in his undressing was frustrating to say the least. The tie, jacket, and shirt were gone, and Anthony was starting to undo his pants when Michael got onto his knees and said gruffly, “Christ. Come here.” Anthony looked up, but took a few steps forward, just enough to allow Michael to reach the zipper on his pants. He looked sexy as hell in a suit and tie, good enough to eat actually, and 137 DJ Manly Michael certainly had ample opportunity to watch the way his body moved under those expensive, tailored suits he wore to the club. But right now, he wanted him naked. Michael moved Anthony’s zipper down slowly. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, prolong the moment when he would scoop his fingers inside and lift out his cock. He ran his fingers over it now through the outline of his white briefs. He felt the dampness, examined the place where the pre-cum had stained his underwear while Anthony watched him with his dark eyes. He was big, bigger than he’d imagined, and as he pushed the pants down and then the underwear, he feasted his eyes on his erection for a second before moving his arms around his hips, grabbing his buttocks, and dragging him forward. “I want to taste it,” he whispered, pressing his cheek against Anthony’s groin. It enticed a low moan from Anthony’s lips. “I intend on taking my time,” Michael said, laving the tip of his tongue over the helmet-shaped head, and massaging his butt checks. “You have a great ass,” he told him, running the full length of his tongue up the thick shaft. Anthony made a faint sound in his throat, his hands landing in Michael’s hair. Michael’s tongue slid up the shaft again, then, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around 138 My Father’s Lover the tip. He teased Anthony for a few seconds, moving his tongue frantically around it, then, felt his insistent cock press deeper into his mouth. Michael looked up at him, his eyes challenging him. He would give him everything, but only if he took it. God, how he loved it when men took what they wanted. That’s what turned him on. He had no need to worry. Anthony seemed to understand his silent message and would not disappoint. He was a definitely a passionate man. He moved around to the side of the bed, pulling Michael with him. Roughly, he yanked him down on his back as the chains from the loose fitting ankle cuffs clanged. He got on his knees on the bed, and pushed his cock deeper into Michael’s throat. Strong fingers stroked Michael’s hair and face as Michael enthusiastically sucked Anthony’s cock. He tasted good, he tasted too damn good. He couldn’t help but be struck by the beauty of Anthony’s face as it contorted into a mask of pleasure. He threw his head back and groaned in orgasm. Michael licked his lips, waiting until Anthony brought his head back up. Anthony moved down beside him on the bed, then, lowered his mouth down on his, one hand moving slowly over his body as he did. Michael was completely in his power. The kiss 139 DJ Manly went on, and on, deeper and more arousing than any kiss he’d ever had before, and when Anthony’s hand reached his cock, Michael buried his hands in Anthony’s hair, tearing at it. He moaned out his name against his mouth. Anthony broke away from him suddenly, one hand reaching down to undo one of the ankle cuffs, then the other. “Hey,” Michael protested, “why are you…” Anthony wrapped a hand around his erection, squeezing it gently, causing Michael’s hips to rear up in response. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere. If I have to tie you down to keep you, I’m definitely lacking in skill. You don’t want to leave, do you?” Michael smiled and shook his head, reaching up to pull Anthony’s mouth back down to his. Anthony crawled on top of him, reaching for his hands and pushing them up over his head. He pinned him down like that, looking into his eyes, his long dark hair hanging down over his face. “I do plan on fucking you. I hope that was included in your invitation awhile back?” “Maybe,” Michael replied, feeling his cock moving over his thigh. He swallowed. “Not much I can do about it.” “You can say no,” he said softly, nudging his thighs apart with his leg. “Yes,” Michael croaked as Anthony’s lips came 140 My Father’s Lover down to his throat. “Yes.” Anthony released his wrists as he made his way down his chest with his lips and his tongue. He took his time tasting his nipples, and licked his way around his navel, and down to the base of his cock. There were condoms and lube lying everywhere on the bed so Michael wasn’t surprised when Anthony inserted a slippery finger up inside of him, then two as his mouth continued to move over his cock and balls. “Fuck, Anthony, God…” he breathed, biting down so hard on his lip that he tasted blood. “You want me to stop?” “No, no, ah, don’t stop.” He couldn’t speak any more. His entire body was going into spasms as soft lips kissed and enveloped his cock and balls, and fingers slipped in and out of his ass. When Anthony lifted Michael’s legs up over his broad shoulders, he was more than ready to accept all he had to offer. When he felt the head of his cock poking against his entrance, he was prepared to beg. One of Anthony’s hands reached up to tweak his nipple. Michael grabbed it and kissed his fingers. That brought a soft laugh from Anthony, who responded by pushing the head of his cock up inside of him. He left it in place for a moment, then, moved it deeper, causing Michael’s head to arch back against the mattress. “Yes, yes, God,” he 141 DJ Manly [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |