Chapter 4

Eventually he stands, spreads his legs wide again, and has his dick pointing at my sloped, rippled chest. As his muscled fists rotate up and down on his erection, Brooks grits his teeth and lets out a masculine sound that a coyote might make. Every part of his body is ripped and hard, glistening with sweat. And because I roll fingers up and down his chest, giving in to the muscles on his neck with my tongue and lips, pinching nipples, and grazing abs with fingertips, he sprays an endless amount of semen over my chest, hips, and still-hard cock.

Afterward, we head for Copperhead Creek together, ready to wash up.

Brooks says, “Welcome to Brooks Ranch, dude…I think I’m going to like having you around here.”

I choose not to object; Dallas Brooks is more than a sweaty-sweet man…he’s passed the test to be my new boyfriend.

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