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Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

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Autoren: Heidi Cullinan
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break , he mouthed, jerking his head at the storeroom.
    Kevin paused in mid-pull of a draft, looked meaningfully at Adam, who was breathing hard with his cock lolling out of his undone pants. Wincing, Denver tried to tuck Adam back in and returned his focus to Kevin, who rolled his eyes. But he nodded, too, which was all Denver needed. Pushing aside drunken patrons and a few who made approving or jealous sounds as they got a good look at what Denver was doing, Denver covered the distance to the storeroom door.
    The harsh fluorescent lights cast Adam in a sickly, pearlescent glow. His hair had been done in that carefully mussed style, but now it was just mussed. His lips weren’t swollen, but they were damp and parted. His eyes weren’t bloodshot, but they were unfocused and drunk with lust. No terror, though. Not a drop of fear lit those pretty brown eyes. They just stared up at Denver, fixed, focused.
    Trusting.
    Denver ran his thumb over Adam’s lip, soaking in the image. With a hard grip on Adam’s hair, he pushed him onto his knees, pulling out his own cock and running it over those sweet, parted lips.
    This was a pretty damn good image too.

    When Denver slid the hot length of his cock into Adam’s mouth, Adam moaned because it was wonderful.
    He didn’t even mind the taste of the latex, not really, because all he could think of was how it was Denver’s thick, fat cock filling him, fucking deeper and deeper into the back of his throat. That Adam hadn’t had to bring up safety, that Denver had simply pulled a condom out and put it on himself before sliding further than the very edge of Adam’s lips—God, it did something primal to Adam. It made him want to whimper like a dog and suck on Denver’s beautiful hairy balls to show his gratitude.
    Adam didn’t pull off, but he did whimper. Because he’d already figured out that Denver liked whimpers.
    “Yeah.” Denver’s hand sank into Adam’s hair, holding it so tight it made Adam’s eyes water as Denver fucked a little harder. “Yeah, baby. Love it when you make noise for me. Show me how much you like it when I fuck your hot little mouth.”
    Adam moaned again, throwing himself into it this time so it came out this almost tortured thing through his nose. It made Denver hiss and thrust so hard he cut off Adam’s air for a second. After a quick convulsion—you can’t gasp when someone has his cock in your windpipe, it turns out—as Denver pulled out, Adam’s next moan turned into a shivering kind of scream. He shuddered and clutched hard at the back of Denver’s thighs. He moved unconsciously, trying to chase after that cock and pull it deep again.
    Denver’s rough grunt of approval made Adam close his eyes, but before he could ride away in pleasure, the grip on his hair jerked, and he looked up. Denver’s passion-darkened gaze bore down on him.
    “Look at me,” Denver ordered roughly.
    Adam obeyed, trying to nod, but he couldn’t, so he blinked and fixed his eyes on Denver’s, watching as he thrust. In, out. In, out. Adam’s lips were strained and numb from the latex, his tongue sore from pushing hard against the bottom of the thick rod in his mouth. He felt so fucked. So beautifully fucked. Like he didn’t matter at all, like he was just a mouth, just here to be the place Denver fucked in and out of. Screw moths, screw his dissertation. Nothing mattered except that he kept his eyes up and his mouth open wide. His OCD and most of his anxiety had checked out and gone to bed, having decided while Denver was in charge, they didn’t need to play.
    Adam was so relieved and happy he wanted to cry.
    “Good boy,” Denver murmured, and Adam whimpered again, the emotion behind it coming from the base of his balls. Denver kept fucking in rhythm, but his fingers massaged a little into Adam’s scalp. “You like that, huh? When I tell you you’re a good boy?” Adam tried to nod, but he couldn’t move, so he whimpered again, harder this time, his cock aching with it, and he massaged Denver’s cock a little harder with his tongue. Denver smiled, the hand holding his cock at Adam’s lips stealing away to stroke his face. “You are a good boy, Adam. You’re letting me fuck you real good. You’re so good, you’re not leaving this room until you’ve come so hard you can’t stand. You hear me, boy?”
    Adam moaned in answer, eyes falling briefly closed in his euphoria—he opened them in a flash, fixing them back on Denver’s own. Denver

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