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The Rub of my Werewolf
(Moonlit Wolves #6)
Gene gripped tightened on Daniel’s hair as he arched his back into the moving mouth of Dan. Technique had nothing on the amounts of times they had been down this road, that Gene was able to hold his own hips in check.
He wanted to rut, more than anything, he wanted to fuck Dan’s mouth as he spewed he’s seed down his lovers throat.
Words left Gene’s mouth, he had to make it seem that they were only having a little chat as Dan knelt in front of him and sucked his brains out threw his cock.
Fuck he loved these moments. No because of the cock sucking—though he defiantly wasn’t going to be passing them off. But, more for the fact that he got Daniel’s undivided attention for the duration.
There was just something about this man that rubbed at Gene. That made him itch to wrap his arms around the other man and watch the sunset. To have that moment be the start of forever for them.
Or if he didn’t want to sound like a girly fag, he’s probably better think something more, like, um… throwing him over his shoulder and taking him back to he’s lair, where he was lock him up and throw away the key.
Nah, that sounded to…Silence of the Lambs, for his taste, so it was probably something between the two of those, that made him sound as if he had balls and a cock, but not like he thought Dan was the weaker sex in this party.
“Oh, fuck man,” Gene shifted, his whole body came off the wall he was leaning against as he curled around the top of Dan. The fucking arse sure knew how to blow his load within moments. Gene would have been embarrassed by the fact if it weren’t for the pleasure ripping apart his insides.
Always, always, with Dan he felt as if he’d never had an orgasm in his life. It always seemed new, even though he’d had at least three a day since he was a preteen, and yet, it was like it had always been. To fucking intense to be a passing BJ in the smoking area of their local supermarket.
Finally been able to take in a deep breath, Gene let himself fall back onto the wall. The brick bit at his hair, but he couldn’t care. He cared even less about the fact that his pants were still down around his ankles—okay, thighs, but they’d done this more times than Gene had been completely laid in the last two years.
“Buckle up, hon. Or you’ll catch a cold,” Dan said with that stupid satisfied smile on his face.
“Fucking arse,” Gene chuckled. Man, he wanted more of this man, but as predicted, like every other fucking time they did this, Dan’s smile soon turned down as he darted his eyes down the alley.