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Kyle doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t stop, continuing to expertly nail my prostate on each thrust. He reaches down and grabs hold of my cock, starting to jerk me off. “I want to use every part of you, baby,” Kyle purrs into my ear. “I wish I could suck your cock while I fuck your tight ass.” He punctuates his last words with deep, aggressive pumps.
Holy shit.
His dirty words instantly do me in, triggering the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I explode all over the shower wall.
I go limp in his arms, my legs like spaghetti as I lean backward, resting my head on his shoulder. He continues to hold me up and wreck my hole as it quivers around his hard length.
“Uhh. Fuuck,” I groan wantonly. “Fill me up, Ky. Give me all your cum.”
Kyle continues to pound into me until his rhythm falters and he stills, his dick pulsing deep inside me.
The feeling of Kyle’s warm cum flooding my channel is beyond hot and definitely addictive. We both groan when I clench around him.
He pulls out carefully, and the water washes away our mess, cleaning up for us. I shut it off and we step out, barely drying off before we stumble to bed naked.
Time for an orgasm-induced nap.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
WARREN
We’re finally back on the road after quite a few lazy beach days, driving up PCH to spend some time in the Bay Area.
I glance at my wrist resting on the open windowsill and smile at the friendship bracelet Kyle bought me. It means more than he probably even realizes. I’m beyond happy at this moment, and I never want it to end, even though I know it has to soon.
Fresh sea air fills the RV as we drive along the stunning coast, on our way to what might be the most epic surprise of this whole trip, and I’m a little nervous about his reaction.
“So . . .I got another little surprise coming up tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah?” He sounds a little unsure.
“Mhm. Bucket list type of shit.”
“Uh. Now I’m scared,” he jokes with a hesitant chuckle. “What is it? I’d rather have the day to prepare.”
“You sure you wanna know?”
“Tell me, Ren.”
“Fiiine,” I concede. “A hot air balloon ride.”
“No shit?” Kyle asks in a slightly higher pitch.
“Yup. And it’s not just any ol’ hot air balloon ride. It’s a Napa Valley sunrise tour.”
“You’re telling me we gotta get up at the ass crack of dawn? On vacation?” Kyle whines. “That should be illegal.”
“Trust me, Ky. It’ll be worth it. Early morning is the best option; the atmosphere is clear, and the winds are gentle. Besides, it’s nothing a few cups of coffee won’t fix.”
“Okay. I’m in.”
“Yes!” I shout, fist-pumping into the air and making Kyle laugh.
I glance over, smiling at him before focusing back on the road.
Soon we’ll be in Napa, tasting the best wines and soaring over gorgeous vineyards.
I can’t fucking wait.
