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Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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hangar for the okay to fly their mission, Nathan and Rory had gone at it like two stallions in heat. They were loud and brutal and didn’t seem to care who had to listen to them. Adrian, as usual, had been miserable. Horny and unable to do anything about it other than jack off in the malaria- and bug-infested jungle, away from prying eyes, because he was proper, straight, and moral. He never got to have one minute’s worth of fun when he was out of the country. Having to listen to those two studs even made it worse.
    But suddenly, Verona paused. Adrian glanced over his shoulder and saw the officer looking him up and down again, not with lust this time. What had changed? Adrian was actually becoming disappointed that the cop wasn’t whipping out his dick and mounting him, though Verona even had his baton extended in one hand in preparation for some rough play.
    No, his eyes had gone all soft, as though getting second thoughts. Fuck. I might get an arrest on my record after all . Oh well. The company will eradicate it from my record. Verona grabbed Adrian’s elbow and turned him, his expression downright friendly. “I reckon you don’t need any more harassment right now,” Verona said, and for the first time Adrian noticed his syrupy Texas drawl.
    He had no idea what Verona meant. There wasn’t time to think, for suddenly the warden dropped to his knees and inhaled Adrian’s cock down his throat.
    The shock was so intense Adrian hissed in air and held his breath. All the blood must’ve suddenly drained from his brain, for he became so light-headed he had to lean back against the cave wall.
    The warden was an expert cocksucker, that was for sure. Within thirty seconds of hoovering Adrian’s dick into his mouth, Adrian poised on the verge of the most explosive orgasm of his life. The way Verona squiggled his tongue and powerfully sucked at the same time as he bobbed his head up and down the length of his bulging shaft, well, Adrian knew he had vast experience at this. Adrian swiveled his hips to sink his cock deeper down the hot throat.
    He felt no homosexual shame at all as the flood of pent-up jism built up at the tip of his dick, about to explode. Somehow Verona must have known this, for he backed off, causing Adrian to whimper with need.
    Verona held the glans of Adrian’s bursting cock lightly between his teeth, tickling it with his tongue. Something hard and cold nudged against Adrian’s asshole. He spread his feet apart to indicate his willingness to be impaled. Verona slid his police baton up his ass.

Chapter Three
     
    This redheaded beauty was a real looker.
    Gabriel Verona didn’t usually go for redheads, but this one was built, trim, a flame-haired stunner. Embarrassingly, Gabriel had malingered behind a fucking rock watching the stud jack himself, becoming unbelievably aroused. His snow-white skin was in sharp contrast to the iceberg-hued water of the deep pool, the bubbles holding him aloft as he floated with his fist around a long, fat prick.
    Gabriel hadn’t ever resorted to handcuffing a guy he had a yen for. Usually men just flung themselves at him out here in the wild. Men who normally wouldn’t even mess with another guy would become feisty animals when out in the middle of nowhere. No restrictions, no one watching over their shoulders, no one to criticize or blame. On vacation from their wives or girlfriends and maybe knocking back a few while relaxing, once they caught sight of Gabriel’s badge their eyes shone with lust. Gabriel only had to use force on the men who enjoyed that sort of thing.
    But when he’d spun the ginger around to get a view of his ass and maybe indulge in a little spanking, he saw the scars. This stopped Gabriel dead in his tracks—for a minute, anyway. His first thought was that this guy was involved in much rougher play than he was accustomed to. Then it struck him. Maybe the lash marks hadn’t been entirely voluntary. The guy did have a tattoo on his right forearm
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