Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page B

that looked Chinese, and his hair had a military cut that had grown out. He may have gotten into trouble in another country.
    So instead, Gabriel dropped to his knees to pleasure the guy. He had maintained an erection throughout Gabriel’s playful abuse, so his desire was evident enough. Gabriel gulped the long, fat prick down his throat, gratified to feel the vibrations of his deep groan in the pit of his stomach.
    Gabriel knew he was a good cocksucker. He’d been told that dozens of times by amazed and grateful men. Maybe because he didn’t have the vaguest gay aura about him, men were always surprised at his blow job skills. He wasn’t gay. Gabriel enjoyed a nice juicy cunt like the next guy. There just weren’t that many pretty, straight women hanging out in the high desert. The women he ran into were usually shooting large-bore pistols at targets of men while wearing flak vests. His encounters with those women were short and to the point—citing them for shooting a bull or barn owls or something similar.
    Gabriel could also tell that this ginger was so hot he was instantly on the verge of coming. It was plain he didn’t have much, if any, experience with other men, and the perverse thrill was turning him on. This happened more often than one would suspect, and when Gabriel felt the cock elongate and stiffen nearly to the bursting point, he backed off. As he mouthed the cockhead lightly, he unsheathed his baton and whipped it to extend it. He had to detach his mouth from the cock in order to slather the baton with his spit. He slurped the prick back down his throat again to distract the ginger from his nudging of the baton against his tight anal ring.
    When he slipped the baton past the bud’s stricture, the ginger gasped and shivered as though being plunged into a freezing pool. He won’t last long . Gabriel jiggled the baton, tickling the inside of the channel as he sought out the perfectly exquisite spot—the spot that would have the lanky, muscular fellow exploding with force down his throat.
    There . Tremors gripped the man’s thighs as he swallowed a moan. His hips jerked uncontrollably, and Gabriel applied a voracious licking to the underside of the bulging prick. He wiggled the baton against the sensitive prostate, and the man ejaculated down his throat.
    Ah. Sweet and light . It was almost as though the guy had been drinking champagne, that’s how delicious his semen was. Gabriel gulped gratefully while the other man rotated his hips sensually, the better to scratch his pulsating prostate. A low growl resonated through his abdomen as he fucked Gabriel’s mouth. Jet after jet of jism spurted into Gabriel’s mouth, and he swirled his tongue around the slit.
    When the man began sliding down the cave wall, Gabriel gave him a break. Slipping the baton out of his butt, Gabriel took the throbbing dick in his hand and just lightly licked it. Gabriel was nearly doubled over by the time the guy hit the sandy cave bottom, and Gabriel had to relinquish the cock, regretfully. He leaned back on his heels and regarded the man, now a limp mess of limbs, his reddened cock pulsating against his thigh. Beautiful .
    Already he needed to see this man again. This realization frightened him. He wasn’t gay—he just did this to while away the boring hours. And most of the people he ran into in the desert were passing tourists, people shooting off boxes of shells or stumbling around looking for the Burning Man festival. Encounters with them were strictly one-night stands.
    Now the soldier couldn’t even look him in the face, he was so ashamed. Gabriel was accustomed to that, but this time he couldn’t restrain himself from holding the other’s chin in his fingers and planting a bruising, openmouthed kiss on him.
    The soldier resisted. Gabriel licked his lips, but he kept his mouth shut tight and tried to squirm away. That was to be expected. Men often doubled their shame once the sexual act was completed, wallowing in