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False Smiles and Promises  ( An M/M Erotic Romance Novella)

Insane girlfriend,
an unfaithful  Faithful  cheating lover,
 a backstabber for a friend.
A Master manipulator behind the scenes. 
You would be held to the end....

Excerpt :
IT WAS IN THE THICK OF NIGHT they met, tucked away in a pocket of their world. 
Doubts and fears collided as they came together, melting across time’s enigmatic surface. The hours in every day forced them apart, but whenever the night rolled in, the distance between them closed. The chains that forced them apart were discarded in favor of warmth, the searing sensations that warmed their hearts and chilled bodies. They thought of only sunshine flooding their arms, legs, chests and lungs. It was all they ever wanted, plain and simple. But-
The lives they led prevented them from holding hands. 
Indecisiveness crossed their eyes. They wondered where the minutes falling off the clock would take them. Wondered if they should even proceed, at the risk of losing everything they built. But the night prompted them to leave the world behind. There was nothing else; just the rush of adrenaline, the taste of vanilla, the simple lightning that came from one realization. They were alive, living and breathing only for each other.
It was a simple truth, their bodies coming together without worries. Without false labels. Clothes were discarded right along with false truth. Kisses were exchanged for thoughts of the day, thoughts of their empire, false smiles and false promises. They were each other’s truth, loving, kissing, caressing. Lost in the silhouette of each other’s bodies.
“Is this really what you want?”
“It’s always what I want. You know that.”
“We can’t keep going like this.”
“It’s all that keeps me going!”
“What if it breaks you, Rick?”
“As long as you’re the one doing the breaking, I don’t mind. Break me. Remake me. I want you to be all there is. Don’t you want the same?”
Ethan Whitefield shook his head, his green eyes laden with doubt, fear. Every thread in his body ached with the need to envelop Rick Cromwell’s body. To have his tongue dance across the blue eyed beauty’s skin. He had wanted this for so long. To be lost in the embrace of a man he loved. Having to pretend he was straight killed him. But destroying Rick was something he could not do. Something that he hoped he will never have to do, Ethan could not throw his life away, his so-called business empire to be with Rick.
He would have nothing to offer Rick after all. What no one knew was that his business empire, Whitefield Industries, was still controlled by his father, Garrett Fredrick Whitefield. Ethan was just the puppet abiding by his father’s wishes. The only reason is father “quit” was to be with wife number four, Colette Whitefield. Ethan had to hand it to that woman. She may have been twenty years younger than his father but she was just as wise and persistent. She appeared loving, but he knew that it was just a mask, a mask that would come right off if she ever found out he was gay.
Ethan mentally shook himself. There was no way he would come out. But could he live in the closet for the rest of his life? Would his life be filled with secrets begging to be exposed? Would Rick be content with their secret life? He sighed. He looked lovingly at the man who made his world go round and whispered,
“I can’t keep going like this. If this keeps going…I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Rick understood. There was a wall of doubt between them, even as the night brought them together. Everything built in the day interfered at night. Rick had a world of problems all his own: his family. But there couldn’t be anything between them. Not at night. Not while minutes were falling off the clock. “You’re thinking too hard, Ethan! Just let this happen already.”
Rick outstretched his arms, body throbbing, heart yearning for the other’s touch. Ethan’s face was awash with hesitation and frustration, but something within him pushed him to sweep Rick into his arms. There was nothing else but the scent of Rick’s body. Time’s fragrance. The innocence of their first nights has been washed away; there is only the fragility of the chains that keep them together.
The billionaire abandoned everything holding him back. His father, his step-mother, his business, his girlfriend, Evelyn Baker. Ethan treated Rick as though he was made of glass, he sprinkled his kisses across Rick’s quivering frame. The heir of an empire rested his hands on top of Rick’s waist. He hovered above him, dribbled kisses across his body in a ritual. In a ceremony that honored the other. Cromwell trembled when Ethan’s tongue struck the cleft in between his ass cheeks. His captor, protector and hero licked him as though he was made of vanilla. Ethan’s tongue, gentle yet ravenous, felt like satin in between his cheeks. Warm, tender, greedy and rich, it was like the sunshine eating up an entire horizon. But it wasn’t always so innocent, so gentle and musical. 
Their first time together transcended all boundaries, all expectations. Completely spent, covered in cum, sweat and each other, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Content with the silence that swept over and through their bedroom. The pocket of the world. Thoughts of what the day would bring slowly crept into both minds, ridding them of the euphoria that had just erupted.
It wasn’t like that in the beginning.

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Candy stepped back, but held her hands in front of herself defensively, until I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow.  “Why are you hiding?  You’re beautiful – let me see how beautiful you are.”

Tentatively she let her hands drop to her sides, and I gasped.  I had known she was hot, but I had no idea how hot.  Her tits were amazing – one hundred percent natural and huge – they were perky still though, a benefit of youth, no doubt, and just begged to be licked and sucked on.  Her waist was small, but then her hips flared out perfectly – and her pussy, god her pussy, it was shaved and looked so tender and sweet, I could not wait to get a taste of it.

“Damn.” I gasped.  “You’re even more gorgeous than I’d imagined.”

“You don’t think my boobs are too big?”

“Too big? Are you crazy girl?  They are perfect.” I closed the distance between them, reaching out to pinch her nipples, eliciting a gasp of delight from her lips,
Candy wiggled and moaned beneath me, leaving her eyes shut, savoring the sensation I presume, while she spread her legs a bit farther apart.  Ahhh, that is what she wanted, was it?  I smiled and, with my mouth still firmly fastened on one of her tits, let my hand drop to between her legs.  Her skin was soft, perfectly smooth with not even the faintest trace of stubble and when I touched her, she gasped and then spread her legs even wider, so apparently I had not read her wrong.  I let one finger slip between the lips of her pussy, spreading them ever so gently.  As it glided over her pink skin there was no friction – she was so wet that when I pulled my hand away, it was quite literally, dripping with her juice.

“Mmm,” I purred against her tit, letting the sound of my voice vibrate through her body.  I lifted my lips from her breast long enough to stick my finger in and suck on it noisily, though she didn’t open her eyes, there was no way she could mistake what I was doing.  Then I turned my mouth’s attention to her other nipple, and returned my hand to the juncture between her legs.

Slowly I slid two fingers up and down the length of her dripping trench, never slipping into her hole, but taking plenty of time to stop and rub against her swollen and no doubt, throbbing clit.  My tongue lashed at her nipple, my teeth nibbled at it, and my fingers between her legs made her whimper and grow even wetter.

“Please,” she gasped, and I tore my mouth from her breast and pressed her down onto her back on the floor, slipping my face between her thighs and letting my tongue slither up the length of her pussy.  She tasted sweet, fresh and unspoiled, and as I licked at her dripping cunt I wondered if she’d ever had anyone do this to her before.  She tangled her hands in my hair, pulling my face down harder against her and grinding her clit against my nose.  Whether she had had it before or not, there was no question that she knew what she wanted now – and I was going to give it to her.

I reached up and grabbed one of her tits in my hand, never moving my face from between her legs, and pinched her nipple, moaning into her pussy while I did it.  That elicited a deep groan from her, and she became even more frantic, if that were possible.

“Please,” she gasped again.  “Please, fuck me.”
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