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by A. J. Llewellyn
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: It's wedding bells in Waikiki! Honolulu's hottest forensic accountant, Mingo McCloud is set to marry his lover, Francois. Friends and family are coming from all over the world and just as the intrepid pair gets ready to say I do, they don't. A mysterious woman shows up at the service claiming to be the long lost wife of?not formerly single and straight Francois but Mingo! Mingo is stunned. Not the least because he's never dated a woman much less married one. The whole family's now in an uproar, especially when the shady lady produced wedding pictures and love letters allegedly written by Mingo. He and Francois are determined to unravel the plot. For Mingo, the shocks don't stop coming. Seems he has a trail of busted female hearts behind him, as well as some serious grifting. What the heck is going on? Is he the victim of a conspiracy, or is something else going on? Are parts of him awake when he is sleeping and doing things he knows nothing about?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [97 KB]
Reading time: 57-81 min.
"A wedding luau," she said now, as we drove through our gates. "It's such good luck to have a luau when you get married."
"So is sex before the honeymoon," Francois responded, pushing me through the back door and into the kitchen the second he'd shut off the car engine.
Our spacious bamboo and granite kitchen, which was my favorite room apart from the bedroom I shared with Francois, had been wedding central for a few weeks now. We had sampled all kinds of dishes, dozens of wedding cakes and had even figured out a seating plan for the backyard based on who was feuding with whom, who was secretly fucking whom (and being a small island, sometimes people fell into both categories) and also whom we were trying to pair off together.
"Too much information!" our son shouted as Francois and I ran to our bedroom.
Francois kicked the door shut as soon as we entered the room and he pulled me to him. I luxuriated in the feel of his big muscular arms, loving the feel of his smiling lips descending on mine. For a man who used to be straight and enjoyed the odd manly dalliance, he had gone to the dark side completely and totally craved cock. His tongue shot into my mouth, one hand squeezing my ass, the other moving between our molded bodies, rubbing at my erection which was now humping his thigh.
He kissed and licked my lips. He was the most oral man I'd ever met. His fingers negotiated the buttons on my jeans, flicking them open with breathless ease. He inched my jeans down over my hips, leaving my tiny Calvin Klein underpants he liked me to wear lingering, just barely, over my ass and package. His fingers shot under my ball sac and he began to tease me through the tight fabric.
I wanted the underpants off. He kept kissing me however so I kicked off my shoes and shimmied my jeans down to my ankles. He kept stroking my cock and balls so that the shaft jutted painfully across the front of the pants. With one crook of his finger, my cock shot out of the side of the undies. He knelt before me.
"Mmmm..." he said, putting a small kiss on my cock head. He moved it to one side, his sights on my balls. He captured one with his warm, wet mouth, sucking it in. Hard. He released me then worked on the second ball. He kept taunting me until I moved my hips, my cock grazing his beautiful, wide mouth. He looked up at me with his melting-moment brown eyes and quickly claimed me. I hadn't realized how agitated I'd been until he began to suck me.
Francois worked on me as I tried to reach down and remove his shirt but he was too far gone, guzzling my cock, drunk with it. He ran his hands up and down my hips as he sucked me all the way into his mouth. He came off me, turning me around, pushing me so that I now knelt over the edge of our bed. His face went right to my ass, sucking and licking. He pushed his face in as deep as he could, my rigid cock getting quite a workout against our bedspread.
His fingers moved under my body, cupping my balls as he tongued my hole. I moaned into the bedspread, my spirits spiraling as he worked at me. Heaven. His fingers slid up my shaft to the cock head. He could feel how wet I was and groaned. He used some of the leaking fluid to coat my ass, not that I needed it. He'd fucked me before we'd left the house and I still had his juices inside me.
"Don't come, Mingo," he warned. "You'll come much harder when I'm inside you."
"Yeah, yeah. Hurry."
He threw his clothes off and I could feel his bare chest on my back as he moved behind me, pushing up my shirt tail. Bracing myself on my knees, I threw my shirt off over my head. Francois squatted on the bed, his mouth feasting on me.
When he lifted his face away and his cock began to poke at me, I begged him for it.
He made an impatient noise. We were always so eager for one another. My forehead hit the bed as he began to enter me slowly. He found more space on the bed, working his hips into me, his hands holding me hard and still to his body. I worked my ass back up at him and he slammed into me all the way.