18 Chapter 18

He swabs my bottom, licking, lapping, devouring—he even tries to bite me. The front loader gives in to his need for my body, consuming whatever he can get from me.

This rendezvous is all about being together, I realize. The construction worker has obviously missed me as well as everything I have to offer him: flesh, desire, lust, and heart—whatever he wants to take. I become weak, a slave to both our needs, quivering and gasping.

He applies protection to his ten inches and draws my legs over my head. My tight hole winks at him, prepped for his job-site tool. I wail as he quickly pushes half his pole into my opening

“Take it,” he gasps above me, grinding his teeth. His eyes are seductive and warm. “Take all of it, Hawk,” he demands, and shoves the last five of his ten inches inside me, trying to make me into two man-parts.