The Realist (The Vers Podcast #3) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vers Podcast Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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When I fought to tug his shirt off, Marcus leaned forward to make it easier. I lifted his arm, nuzzled his pit, and savored the scent and taste of soap and salt on his skin. Marcus moaned in response, and when I pulled back, his intense stare was a promise of all the pleasure he would give me. And I needed to give it to him too.

“Don’t move,” I said, earning one of his famous cocked brows.

“Since when are you in charge here?”

“Please don’t move,” I asked because this was one of the only places I wanted Marcus to be a little bossy.

“For now,” he replied.

“Always making things difficult,” I teased.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.”

No, he wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t love him as much either.

I slid to the floor, kissing the beautiful brown skin of his torso as I went. When I got to my knees, I pulled his pants off, then nuzzled his thick bulge, licked and sucked him through the fabric of his underwear, breathed in the heady scent of musk and desire clinging to Marcus’s skin.

“Jesus, I love this dick,” I said, rubbing my face against it like I was trying to get his smell all over me. I love you.

“It loves you too. Why don’t you take it out so I can show you how much?”

“Because I want to show you.”

Still, I did remove his underwear, watching Marcus’s hard and heavy length flex against his belly. Looking up at him, I kissed his balls—one, then the other—our gazes never disengaging.

“Fuck, baby boy. Kiss my cock. I know you wanna worship it. You gotta be real good if you want me in that tight hole of yours.”

Shivers started at my nape and raced down my spine. “Like this?” I asked, pressing my lips to the base of his thick shaft.

“Fuck yes. Now go all the way up, and then I want you to suck on the head. You’re not allowed to look away, though. Keep those pretty brown eyes on me so you can see how much I want you.”

I’d never needed to be wanted more than I did by Marcus.

“Such a Daddy,” I joked before leaning down, looking at him as I pressed kisses up his shaft.

His stare hypnotized me, made me feel things deep inside. No one had ever looked at me the way Marcus did. I didn’t know if it meant he felt as strongly for me as I did for him, but I wasn’t dumb enough not to realize I was something special to him. That much was clear in the way he treated me. It made me want to be even better for him, to prove myself worthy of him.

Marcus hissed when I reached his crown and sucked on the head the way he’d told me to. His pupils were so wide, almost none of the color showed in them.

My own dick throbbed. I wanted relief, to get swept up into an orgasm, but just as much, I wanted this to last.

“Fuck, baby boy, look at you down there on your knees for me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’d sit there all night if I asked you to, wouldn’t you, just sucking on my cock because you know it’s what I want.”

“Fuck yes,” I admitted before circling his dick with my tongue, then easing it into my mouth again.

His body was hot against mine, his scent clean but tinged with natural musk.

“Lower your mouth, but keep those eyes on me.”

I did as Marcus said, bobbing my head on his thick erection as we watched each other with careful expressions in our eyes. Was he hiding something too?

“Jesus, get up here.” He grabbed my arms and tugged me into his lap so I was straddling him again.

A bottle of lube and a condom sat on the table beside us. Marcus raised his brow as if to say, Planned this, huh? which made me grin. “I know what I want,” I told him, “and when I want it, I don’t like to wait.”

“You still always causing trouble.”

“You like that about me. You like that I shake up your carefully constructed world.”

Something changed in Marcus’s gaze, like he was trying to shut down more but couldn’t. His gaze softened and pulled me in deeper, and then his hand wrapped around the back of my head, tugging me close, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

We made out while Marcus grabbed the bottle, opened it, and lubed his fingers. He held my ass, his fingers dipping between my cheeks before a slick digit rubbed my rim.

“Fuck yes,” I said into his mouth, rotating my hips so our cocks rubbed together. “Get your dick inside me, baby.”

“You don’t get to make the rules tonight,” he reminded me, taking possession of my mouth again. At the same time, he did push his finger inside me, slowly working it in and out of my hole.


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