All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

With some clippers and ladders, the trees in the front yard soon stopped blocking as much of the view of the house, and the burn pile was big enough for a bonfire."We'll need to burn that to get it out of here," Steven decided, wiping sweat from his face. "Maybe do some s'mores.""S'mores," Paul groaned. "I'm ready to die from complete muscle failure, and he's talking about marshmallows." Paul wasn't out of shape, not by a long shot, but this sort of bending and reaching wasn't typically part of his running and free weights routine, and the underused muscles he woke up today were complaining loudly."Wow," Steven smiled. "I know you just turned thirty-six and are therefore old, but I had no idea how decrepit you'd gotten.""I'd smack you for that, but I'm conserving my strength." Paul sat heavily on the top step. "So I'll settle for a stern 'fuck you,'" he sighed."And on that note, why don't we stop for lunch?" Ace said.He sounded upbeat, but Paul could see just as much sweat on Ac

"Ahhh, fuck!" Ace spurted hot, tangy streams into Paul's mouth, and Paul drank him down.He suckled the last drops off the tip and savored the lingering taste as Ace came down from his release.Paul's first thought was More.He shook his head to clear it. He was never going to get his fill of this man. He needed to go to Overeaters Anonymous. OverAcers Anonymous?His second bite at the apple wasn't doing anything to satisfy his hunger. And at this moment he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside that tight ass again.But Steven's guest bathroom was hardly the place for that, even though his erection was straining at the zipper of his jeans. Even though Ace's beautiful, sated body was slumped onto the closed toilet seat. Right in front of him. Smelling of sweat and sex.He'd have to take care of this himself.Paul gingerly rose from his kneeling position and, turning slightly away from Ace, opened his fly and eased some of the pressure on his throbbing cock.Ace pulled his han

Paul cleared his throat and looked around the room. His eyes lit up when he found a group of old photos on the mantle."Is this you?" he asked, amusement thick in his voice.This time Ace couldn't stop the blush. "Yep. Me in all my curly glory.""You were adorable." Paul studied Ace's face and hair. "Does it still get curly like that?""In a heartbeat," Ace sighed. "Makes me look like an unkempt frat boy, so I keep it trimmed.""That's too bad. I bet it would feel great through my fingers."Gulp."Is this your sister in the photo with you?" Paul asked, seemingly oblivious to the rush he just sent through Ace."Yeah. Sonya. My big sis." He needed to call her. Hell, he needed to go visit them in Colorado and remind her sons who their favorite uncle was."Sonya and Acelin," Paul said. "German, I take it?""Quite. My mom is Ilsa, even," Ace said. "And the name Paul aside, McDonnell has gotta be Irish, yes?" As do those dark eyebrows and tragically beautiful features."Correct." Paul smile

Paul woke the next morning with the sun warm on his face and a mop of golden hair on his chest. He had that unsettling feeling of not knowing where he was.Suddenly, the fog of sleep cleared and he remembered what had brought him to this moment. Ace's slick skin, the irresistible scent of the oil and Ace's body, the impossible heat surrounding his cock when they finally gave in to each other.Paul purred deep in his throat. That experience should have satisfied him, should have left him worn out and sated. Instead, it did just the opposite.After they had rested following the first desperate joining, they found each other twice more in the night, each time a new discovery for each of them. Paul hadn't been fully naked in front of Ace until Ace had slowly stripped every remaining stitch from his body and pushed him into the shower so he could de-oil their bodies. Then Ace proceeded to lick every place his tongue could reach.They both passed out, drunk on each other after their third c

Paul threw on the clothes he found scattered around the bedroom and hurriedly tugged on his shoes. He was at the door of the room before he realized he hadn't even said goodbye to Ace.Ace. God, he didn't want to do this to him. It seemed like every time they got close, Paul would do something to push the reset button.He had to say something now, or there would be no coming back. And in spite of this crippling fear, he knew he couldn't stay away from Ace."Hey Ace?" he called out to be heard over the shower."Yeah?" Ace shouted back."I've got to head out. You have that brunch thing, right?" He tried to keep the panic out of his voice.There was a pause, and Paul wondered if he needed to repeat himself. The sound of the shower tapered off and Ace appeared in the bathroom door, a towel slung low on his waist and water still dripping onto his face from his hair."Right. Brunch," Ace said without emotion. "Which you can't go to. Because you have to go. To your own house."Paul felt hims