Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

from being filled-up released from him a rush of air, taking with it any lingering fears.

One hearty thrust, his lover’s voice crying out loud enough to bounce off the walls…and all the anxiety he’d been feeling the past few days just vanished.

All his thoughts went to being plowed, long, hard, and energetically by the furry bear grunting and sweating above him. The bed rocked so hard, motion detectors would have gone off had they installed them. Perhaps not a bad idea, with danger moving onto Eldon Court as it had. But such notions of security would have to wait, for on this bright, sun-dappled morning, it was all about them. As the ocean breeze blew in through the open window, the only smell here was the sweaty scent of sex.

“Yeah, Rich, fuck me. I need your cock so bad, so bad…”

He felt the throbbing head pierce him again, again, the rest of the long, thick shaft sliding deep inside him, again, again, thrusting as violently as any beast might. And damned if it wasn’t a fucking beast fucking him now, his hard-bodied lover with that thick rug on his chest and his ass cheeks fuzzy, fucking him while fulfilling their urgent needs and unquenchable desires. Rich pounded at him, pounded at him more, more, grunting, thrusting, crying out from pleasure, penetrating him and doing all he asked, all he begged for, everything Marc hungered for.

“Baby, take me, take all of me,” Rich urged, again pushing his hard cock deep into his lover’s hungry ass.

“Yeah, yeah, deeper, deeper, owww, oohh,” Marc responded, his legs high in the air, his back arched. “Show me your chest, let me feel it.”

Rich positioned his arms on either side of Marc, his muscles bulging at the pressure as he lifted his body, exposing his sweaty chest.

Marc’s fingers instantly slid through the dark rug, fingering it, grabbing it, all as his ass continued to be plowed. Wrapping his legs around Rich’s ass, he locked himself onto him, never wanting to let go. Then he pressed his hands flat against Rich’s chest, fingers lost in the whorls of hair, reveling in its lush, hirsute luxuriousness. Damn he couldn’t get enough of it, not when Rich spooned him as he slept, not when they woke and Marc ran his fingers through the matted fur in an attempt to find his nipples, not when they showered and Marc licked his way down the furry trail on Rich’s belly before taking that thick piece into his mouth, sucking him off, playing dirty while they cleaned up.

“You beast, Rich, yeah, fuck me hard, my hairy beast,” Marc cried out, eyes wide open, watching with intent as desire flooded through him, as Rich pounded him and pounded him, droplets of sweat dropping onto Marc’s smooth chest, sizzling against his hardened nipples. “Never stop… never…”

“Aaahh,” Rich cried out, and despite Marc’s urgent pleas for more, more sex, more fun, more fucking, what he got instead was more come, buckets full it seemed as he felt Rich’s cock expand and grow, thrust and shoot, feeling inside his ass as each burst tried to break free and consume him, to travel deep inside and settle in him, making Rich a permanent part of him rather than the temporary receptacle of his seed.

Rich, exhausted, pulled out and dropped onto his back, his cock at half-mast. Sliding in next to him, Marc ran a fingernail down his chest, scratching the skin as he did so, listening as Rich panted with exhaustion.

“Enough, enough…”

“Not yet, you don’t, I want more,” Marc said, ruffling the furry chest, teasing his nipples into wild submission. Marc noticed the cock stiffen again, and he smiled.

“Now that’s just what I wanted to see.”

He whipped off the condom, replaced it with a fresh one, stroking it all the while to get that big cock back to its impressive thickness. Then Marc climbed atop his lover, lifting his ass into the air before taking hold of the cock, positioning it just before his hole. Slowly he slid down on the thick shaft, hands against Rich’s chest to steady himself as he felt the full impact of that cock’s girth. He felt the tip pierce his hole, and soon after the entire cock was engulfed in his ass, impaling him with its pulsing hardness. Crying out loudly, his urgent voice rocking the walls, floating out the open window to the crashing sea, Marc grabbed at Rich’s chest, and the force of his pull against all that hair had Rich’s voice joining him in their full blown ecstasy.

“Oh, Rich, you fucking fill me,” he said, “you fill me up completely.”

“Ride me, baby, ride me good,” Rich urged, his hips bucking, his cock going deeper into Marc’s pliant ass.

“Ooh, you bad boy, Rich, so bad…but so good. So big, so hairy…”

“So yours,” Rich said, and thrust his cock again.

Marc responded by lifting his ass up, easing the pressure inside him, but then he plunged back down, taking every hard inch again, again, again. His face displayed sharp pain from the hard entry, a wondrous picture of desire, too, as his body flooded with wave after wave of enveloping heat. He continued to ride Rich’s thrusting body, his body’s senses alive and vibrant, the pressure of the last few days continuing to flood out of him. As his gaze flickered toward the ceiling, he closed his eyes, feeling rather seeing his way through this hard fuck, feeling raw sensations rip through him, giving all his trust to his lover. Suddenly he felt a hand on his cock, and he reached down to touch it, his fingers caught in the wiry hairs of Rich’s strong arm. Rich pulled at his cock, and Marc let out a cry of desire.

“Yeah, baby, stroke me, rub my cock on that hairy belly, make me come,” he said, feeling almost immediately the brush of thick dark fur on his shaft. He slid forward, placing his hands again on Rich’s magnificent chest, fingers getting lost in the thick whorls, and suddenly the rush inside his body was like a torrent, and he