Joker: Bid on Love : Bachelor #3 by M.A. Stone

Author:M.A. Stone [Stone, M.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

I woke up after a fitful night of sleep. I’d texted Moe for about an hour before going to bed, my aching dick evidence that I’d wished Moe had been in my room watching me, instead of Mama’s version of the creepy Son of God. Like a hungover sloth, I crept into the shower and braced myself against the tile wall as the hot water beat against my skin. I went through the motions of washing my body and my hair, making sure to get all the important parts. My cock twitched at the thought of a soapy, wet Moe in the shower with me; her pale skin beaded with water as her long hair hung wet down her back, resting above her delectable ass. Gripping my throbbing cock in one hand, I thought of pinning her against the wall, her pert little ass in my face as I reached between her legs and parted her pretty, pink folds with my eager fingers; sliding my thumb against her hard clit. I closed my eyes as I stroked myself, visions of Moe’s plump lips wrapped around my cock; swallowing me down inch by inch. With a loud shout, I felt myself getting close to coming and I’d just started my shower fantasy with the woman that I’d never knew I wanted. More images of her straddling my waist, her thick thighs wrapped around me as I drove my cock home again and again, caused that familiar buzzing at the base of my spine. With a shout, I came so hard I saw spots; my thick, white cum swirling down the shower drain. I took a moment to collect myself as I felt the water turn cold as it beat down my back. Reaching in front of me, I turned off the shower and shook droplets of water out of my eyes. Reaching for the towel, I wrapped it around my waist and regarded my reflection in the semi-steamed up mirror.

“You are so screwed, Garcia,” I told my reflection before I exited the bathroom. Looking over at my gym bag in the corner, I knew it was either sweat this woman out of my system or I was going to end up rubbing my dick raw. I threw on a t-shirt, gym shorts and grabbed my gym gear as I headed downstairs.

An hour later, I limped to my truck, a pain in my side and lower back from overdoing it in the weight room at the gym. I climbed in my truck and leaned back against the seat as I started the engine and turned up the AC. I looked down at my phone and saw that Moe had texted me.

Moe: Hey there. Did you sleep okay last night?

Me: Hold on . . . currently dying in my truck.

Moe: Oh Lord. What did you do? Did it involve your brother? The one who was making blow job gestures behind my back in the kitchen last night?

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