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202 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 7, 2014
Light and fire shot through his hole and into his balls, which were already bubbling with cum. This. Was. It.Cum bubbling balls -- that just does not sound right. Rectal burns, anyone?
"Eeeeeeeowwww." A ribbon of joy burst out of his cock in streams of hot white spunk.
Still kissing, he slid down the zipper on Paris's tight wedding jeans and found a waiting resident primed to escape. Crank that cock. He wrapped his big hand around the hot meat and began to pump.I'm sorry. What's that you're cranking?
Fuck. Mine. Mine. Mine. "Sheeee-it!" Cum exploded out of him so hard it hurt. Oh God. Might die. Blackout. Hot. Great. Yes!Okey dokey.
"Puppppyyyy."
Paris shoved back as Cole hammered forward. Faster and faster. Paris reached up for his cock and Cole slapped his hand. Mine. He grabbed that hard-as-iron dick and cranked it, balancing his body against Paris's. A fucking machine. Nothing ever came close. Werefuckers!Now if you didn't laugh at "werefuckers" I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you.
He walked back to the chair and sat. Just read until the club closes. Calm down. He picked up a book of poetry and flipped to Tagore. He usually did the trick.Oh. Yeah. Right. He reads Tagore. For fuck's sake. I know! I've got an idea! In his free time Paris could read the poetry of a 20th century Bengali dude who hung out with fucking Einstein in his free time! That shit will make him look deep. Excellent plan!
"I'll be happy to drop these Armani trousers right here, bend myself over that available tree branch, and show that cock of yours where it was meant to be."
“Fuuuuck. I knew it. I knew you’d be this great. Fuck me, my wolf. Fuck me senseless.” (pg. 75)

