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

“I know. That’s why we’re going to work hard to find out the real truth. We’re all in this together.”

“Thanks, glad you feel that way. But, it’s more than losing our home…I think if Aaron and I lose the house, we’ll lose each other. We’re hanging on by a thread already, and I understand that it’s partly because Aaron hates his job and when he comes home he’s in no mood for anything…talking, fucking…hell, I’d settle for just some old-fashioned snuggling. What we used to do, what our lives used to be like, that’s what we need back. Now it’s like we’re two strangers sharing space.”

“Paolo, it’s a trying time for us all. We just have to weather the storm.”

“Platitudes, Rich. Words without meaning. How are we going to ensure that we get to keep our homes?”

“We need to disprove Parker’s claim. Or find some kind of documentation that proves the Saunders deed is null and void, that

Wonderland’s officials struck some other deal years later. Look, it begins with the old man Parker alluded to—the only living member of the Saunders family. He’s obviously old and frail, a recluse since the events of ten years ago. Edgar and Jack are on this; they’re going to see what they can find out. Let’s not panic, let’s just wait to see what they uncover first.”

“Rich, I’m so glad you moved to Eldon Court.”

“Me and Marc, you mean.”

“Well, yeah, I love Marc, he’s a great friend…”

“But…”

“Rich, it’s no secret that I find you sexy as hell. That night on the beach…sex hadn’t been like for me in way too long, and I…I keep thinking about it. The way you pressed me up against that boulder and then  took me from behind. Your big cock…it filled me up so much, and the way you pounded me, you awakened something carnal inside me. You made me realize that I missed the spontaneity of sex, the powerful urges we feel and cannot control…”

“Paolo, this is ridiculous…look, I’m flattered and, yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy our time together. But honestly, what good will come from us having sex again?”

“I sense your tone wavering,” Paolo said, inching closer to Rich, his hand reaching out to touch his scruffy face. “Come on, Rich, I don’t think you’re the kind of man who can resist a chance for some action. Sex is part of your make-up, it’s what makes you…you.”

“Paolo…”

Rich realized that Paolo wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Not when he started to take off his clothes, dropping his shirt and shorts to the floor, not when he climbed atop the bed and waved Rich forward. Shit, Rich thought. His cock grew hard in his pants; it was ready to fuck even when Rich’s mind wasn’t. But even that might not be the case, since sex had been on his mind all day, even after the marathon session he and Marc had enjoyed last night, there was something about having sex that made you just want to have more. And seeing that damned Parker, so attractive, so hot in his tight jeans…

Just then Rich gave in to temptation. He climbed aboard the bed, his body snaking beside Paolo’s naked self. Running a hand over Paolo’s chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue, he knew this session was going to be fast, furious, and fabulous. He felt Paolo grab at his cock, pulling at it through the thin material of his pants. He yanked it hard, and Rich groaned with ecstasy. He moved his body on top of Paolo’s, grinding his crotch against the man. Kissing him, touching him, licking him, Rich marveled at how hot and sexy he smelled, a musky scent of manhood.

Paolo ripped at his shirt, popping a couple buttons.

“Easy boy, easy…I’ve got to go home in these clothes.”

“Yeah, then get out of them before I tear them to shreds,” Paolo said, his voice husky.

Rich quickly tossed off his shirt and then his pants, throwing them to the floor with wild abandon. Then he was back on top of Paolo, his thick cock practically begging for entry into his tight ass. Paolo’s hands scratched at his back and Rich had to pull them back. “No marks,” he said.

Instead, Paolo’s hand slid over Rich’s chest, grabbing the thick blanket of hair with fierce, animalistic urgency.

“Yeah, love it, Rich, love the way your hairy chest feels…I can’t wait anymore…you’ve gotta fuck me and fuck me now.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna get fucked really hard. You sure you’re

ready for that?”

From the bedside, Paolo reached for the condom and lube

and smiled; he’d obviously anticipated this moment. Ripping open the wrapper, Paolo expertly slipped the condom down Rich’s long shaft,

securing it within his nest of pubic hair. As he withdrew his hand, he stroked the thick cock while wearing nothing but his ever-widening grin.

Paolo then turned around, placing his hands on the bed frame, his

ass high in the air. Rich got onto his knees, positioning his thick cock for deep entry. Using his hand, he guided the bulging head to Paolo’s tight ass, pressed it in, an inch, two inches, the rest of it, grunting when he met with slight resistance. Grabbing for the bottle of lube, Rich squeezed a generous amount directly onto his cock.

“Oooh, that feels cool against my ass…”

“Then let me heat you up,” Rich said, and with that he thrust more

fiercely, the lube coating Paolo’s sphincter, opening him up.

Paolo let out a surprise yelp as Rich pushed further, much further, sliding the rest of his long shaft deep inside. His cock was rock solid. He pushed again, one last time, and Paolo let out a cry of pain or satisfaction or, maybe both. As Rich began to work up steam, pulling out, pushing in, sliding, slipping, the sound of flesh pounding flesh growing louder, he roared with tremendous power. What was it about this act, this motion, that so breathed life into him? How his cock felt deep inside Paolo’s ass, the heat and the friction and the delicate sensations