Chapter 2: Passion and Lust

Alan's POV

I was startled, unmoved and jinxed over this man. Sometimes when he speaks, I wonder who's the boss among us.

He walk clumsily to where my phone laid and switched it off, then returned back to him.

I've got no choice than to yield to his demand.

I passionately stared at him, my dick arouse, wanting to burst out of my pant. My breath ceased for a moment as he suddenly embraced me.

He gave me the respect of an equal but cradled me like a cherished child.

"I miss you Alan"

In that embrace i felt my worries loose their keen sting and my optimism raise its head from the dirt.

Perhaps the hope had been there all along, but without some love it was trapped, like crystals in a stone.

I felt him brush my hair back with his piano player fingers and kiss me gently.

In his embrace the world stopped still on its axis.

There was no time, no wind, no rain. My mind was at peace.

How could it be that I  hadn't seen peris love for what it was before? Pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free.

I felt my body press in, soft and warm. This was the love i'd waited for, prayed for.

I threw my arm around his neck and resumes his kiss. We stared at each other intensely as I felt hot.

My body yield to the sensation I felt around him. He jerked me up and I wrapped my thighs around his waist.

He was strong enough to have me roped around him.

Our kiss grew wildly as he fondled my skin. Our dick rubbed against each other while he walked with me on the stairs.

That kiss was a long liquid one that sent gush of lust flushing inside me.

It made me forget the occasion of today, the family were coming over with the bride they had chosen for me.

Certainly, they'd be stuck outside while I make out with my man, my lover and my world.

I chuckled in his mouth, we'd be quick before they arrive. We exchanged saliva and groan in each other's mouth.

His cold body was replaced by the heat we've emitted. We wanted each other and there was hiding about it.

When we got to the door, he slammed my back on it and began to kiss my neck.

My back was my support as I tightened my grip on his waist. His hands quickly ripped off my shirt.

I raised my chest high as his eyes lurch at it.

Fuck!

He missed kissing and harassing this chest of me. I also wanted to see his, having to carass his little breast and feel his heat.

My skin tampers as I suck my breath, trying to maintain a balance on him. His eyes darken on my skin as he slaps my chest.

"Arghh, more work out huh" he whispers naughtily.

"To impress you" i muttered with a lustful gaze at him while tilting my body closer to his.

His wet shirt sent cold running down my spine. I leaned my head on his forehead as I was mesmerized.

"Make me feel wanted peris...fuck me hard, I'm all yours" I plead feeling so hot and tensed to have him do his thing on me.

To bring me alive from my misery and to make up for the days we never got to meet, the days that felt like i'd die with his touch.

He let out a dirty smile;

"You'd get hurt" he whispers reminding me of how wild he could be.

"You always hurt me" I replied and then kissed him.

He placed his hand on my throat as though choking me and I gaggled pouring out saliva while slamming my head on the door.

Then he dropped those hands on my waist while licking my chest. His wet, warm tongue tickles.

"Open it!" He ordered. My shaky hands grabbed the doorknob while trying to digest the hurt.

I felt I'd fall from him as he moved with me inside the bed room.

He dropped me gently on the ground and gulped hard.

"Strip for daddy baby" I said.

"Oh, you'd take the lead now?"

I gulped hard speechless and quivering where I stood, an inch opposite him.

I knew I could never be perfect but I wanted to take the lead.

He slowly began to unbutton his wet shirt, he took off his pant and his erect dick points at my pant.

It was large, so big that I often wonder how my butt hole fits to his, hungry dick.

His abs were enticing and inviting that I felt I'd cum without him touching me.

With him, I have had several wet dreams and didn't want to see him with any other than me.

The look on his face was as unhindered as i’d ever seen. Naked, and not a small bit desperate.

He stood at akimbo, torturing with that position. I couldn't hold myself as I wanted him to take away from this world.

His tattooed skin was alluring. He had my name written on his arm. I felt loved.

My dick throbs and I had to lubricate it with my palm. I poured saliva in my hand, paste in on the dick and rub it.

I paced closer to him, not wanting to waste time.

I placed a hand upon his cheek, my thumb grazing the soft contour of his mouth.

His mouth grabbed my thumb as he sucks it. Our cock ram against each other.

They've missed each other too. I let out a soft gasp as he soon swallowed all my fingers while our chest pinned on each other.

I almost screamed as his body was on fire. Wasn't he drenched in the rain earlier.

He trailed a lazy finger down the length of my cock, and my skin prickled at the touch.

His other hand knead my butt to his taste as i sucked his breasts. He was passionately gazing at me and I was lost.

His strong thighs clasp with mine.

The taste of him was woodsmoke and ale and bright mountain’s mint, as alluring as it was familiar.

"Kneel!" He commands with a dirty gaze at me. His voice grasp in his throat.

I gulped hard as I did just want he said. Seductively, I went on my knees, wrapped my arms around his waist.

His erect dick points to my face, grinning and perhaps desperately wanting to fuck me.

He goad his dick with his hand and grinned naughty at me.

He placed his free hand on my cheek, digging his fingers on my jawline and forcing me open my mouth.