Page 61 of Snowballing

“Sounds like you could write a bestselling self-help book based on that philosophy.”

“Maybe I could write a sex manual. That’s kind of like self-help if I include some masturbatory techniques,” I suggested.

“There you go. You’re a born entrepreneur as well.”

“Stop it. I can’t stand all these compliments. What about you? I’m the lucky one.”

“When do we need to get Trey?” Eli asked.

“Eleven.” I glanced at my watch. “Why?”

“Necesito Tomás up your ass, pronto.”

“Trilingual too? Your tongue is so talented. Why don’t we put it to work?”

“You wanna leave now?” Eli asked.

“You’re the one that brought up Tomás.”

I wanted to cry when Eli started slipping Tomas inside me next to his monster cock. Not from pain, but from the sheer joy of sexual pleasure I was experiencing in his more than capable hands. I had found someone completely non-judgmental that was willing to try fun and weird things in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or wherever he disrobed me.

“More!” I cried out, glancing back at the camera he was holding.

I had two set up in the room and he had a third for POV shots. I grabbed and held the base of my dick, holding back my orgasm for the second time that night.

“Fuck, it’s so tight.”

“Is it all the way in yet?” I asked.

“How can you not tell?”

“It’s so full already! It feels like you’re shoving a football in there.”

Despite the stretch, Eli’s cock was still pegging the spot. I was glad I had prepared myself, sleeping with a butt plug the last few nights. That had been a smart decision. I was ready for the plundering my ass was about to receive.

“There. All the way.”

“Fuck me, Eli. Now!”

With each slam of his cock inside me, his body pushed the dildo in at the same time. It was a delirious feeling, being so full. I came within a few thrusts, once he started the faster pace, so I just let him ride me until he was spent too.

Eli kissed me, then crashed onto the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“Incoherent post-sex phrase of agreement.”

“That good, huh?”

I smiled, then turned to look him in the eye. “Does Eli and Gareth sound as good as Jordy and Jayden?”

“What?”

“Before our first date, I thought Jordy and Jayden sounded cute.”

“I can call you Jayden if you want and confuse everybody, but I think Gareth is the cutest name on Earth. And it goes very well with Eli.”

I sighed. This man was perfect.

My fingers traced his treasure trail up to his chest. He seemed to be thinking. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.