A.J. Llewellyn - Phantom Lover 11 - Diura by A.J. Llewellyn

Author:A.J. Llewellyn [Administrator]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Ifed the man I loved and he held my ass to his body begging me to fuck him harder. I pulled my cock out a little and he went mad until I reached down, licking his cock head, my tongue

flickering at his belly button. Kimo loved to have his belly button licked when I was fucking him. His legs started to shake and I went berserk, sticking my cock back in him again. I saw lovely images in my mind of the two of us making love…I loved that he dreamed of only me and I came inside him, pinching his ball sac to stop him from coming. He writhed underneath me. I slowly extracted myself from him and he whimpered.

“Don’t take it from me.” But I wanted to suck his cock. I needed him to come in my mouth.

“No,” he moaned. “Don’t waste it. Let me come inside you. I can’t knock you up if I come in your mouth.”

“This is not wasting your come. I need this, Kimo. I love the taste of you.”

He nodded. He understood. “Okay…oh…”

I swallowed him in one gulp and he came in a frenzy, his balls bobbing against my chin. He humped my face, his hands gripping my head and shoulders. He relaxed at last and we kissed, grinning at each other.

“Not bad for a couple of old married men.” He ran his hands down my sides, making me jump as always. He knew all the secret little places and didn’t mind pressing those buttons at will.

“Nope, not bad at all.” I scooted down beside him and Kimo held me in his arms. I felt the mad beating of his heart against my palm as I stroked the tattoos on his chest. I placed a kiss over his heart. “I love you so much.”

“I know you do.” He raised himself on one arm, gazing down at me. “I hate to break up our little passion party, but we need to get dressed, my love. The kids are going to knock any second.”

The knocking started before he even finished his sentence.

“I want that kilt to come out for a rematch as soon as we’re alone, Kimo.”

He laughed as we jumped up and dressed quickly, throwing on jeans and sweaters. “Lopaka.”

“Uh-huh?”

“You know I didn’t mean what I said about withholding sex, don’t you?”

I grinned. “Yes, but you knew the threat would work.”

He had the grace to blush. “It works every time, doesn’t it? I love you, baby. Tonight, your ass is in for some serious…study and introspection.”

“That sounds very good.”

“Daddy!” Baby Kimo wailed and we opened the door to find our three little boys, ready to lunge and drag us down the stairs.

In the kitchen, Tutu refused to move from the stove despite a flustered Raul’s attempts to evict her.

“I am making baked sweet potatoes and poi for my men and this little…pipsqueak is not going to stop me!” My grandma should have been a little mellower with all the kilt action she’d been getting, but no, she was wielding a large wooden spoon like a weapon.

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