Fallen Angel (Wander Lust #1) by A.M. Snead

Author:A.M. Snead [Snead, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-10T00:00:00+00:00

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Upon closer inspection, Joey discovered that the rear of the cab had been extended and in place of the backseat was a twin-sized mattress on top of a wooden box frame with two drawers built in. A thick sleeping bag covered the small bed, and a couple pillows were stacked at one end. And a stainless steel cooler was pushed up against the back of the front seat.

“I’m on the road a lot,” Owen explained as he crawled between the front seats and slipped into the back. He sat on the bed, his cock protruding from his open fly, and removed his thick-treaded work boots, set them aside, and tugged off his gray boot socks with the red bands. His fingers went to unfastening his flannel shirt. “It’s cheaper to sleep in my truck than spend money on motels.”

Joey sat sideways in the passenger seat watching him. “Makes sense,” he mumbled. The pale cab light was on and faintly illuminated Owen’s chest as his shirt came open button by button. He was built like a rock, and his pecs looked as hard and chiseled. His stomach was a rippled runway of cut muscles and Joey had the sudden urge to slide his tongue through all those crevices.

The thought jolted him. Was he so quickly over Doug? It didn’t make sense that he was this ready to jump on a stranger’s cock and fuck him relentlessly. But he knew what it was; he was still in a state of shock. Reality hadn’t yet struck him. And the longer he could ward it off, the better. He didn’t want to feel that pain and betrayal. Right now, he didn’t want to feel anything but the lust coursing through his body for this one large man and his titanic cock. If anything could keep him distracted—it was Owen’s huge dick.

The man left his shirt on as he shimmied out of his jeans—Wranglers the rear label read when they dropped on the floor, discarded to the side. Owen leaned back on his arms, his shirt falling open, exposing his muscular torso. His cock stretched out stiffly, swaying up and down, glossy wet. He looked at Joey. “Your turn.”

Joey’s hesitation was brief before he climbed into the rear of the cab and kneeled on the floor. He peeled off his shirt and unfastened his pants. Owen gazed at him with hunger and intrigue, his mixed-green eyes appearing darker than they had beneath the fluorescent lights in the restroom. Sliding his light-blue jeans and white boxer briefs off his hips, over his ass, Joey sat down on his bare rump and shoved the pants down his thighs. Owen took the initiative to remove Joey’s shoes and socks, then tugged his jeans and briefs off his feet, tossing them away. They landed on Owen’s Wranglers, adding to the heap of discarded clothing.

Rising to his knees again, Joey remained motionless as Owen surveyed his nude body. He hadn’t been naked in front of anyone but Doug since he’d walked into the hospital in the buff.

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