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BOOK: The Pirate Fairy

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She made a dismissive sound with her tongue against the roof of her mouth and switched on the small black and white TV in her kitchen. Britain’s Princess Diana was making a speech about the need to ban landmines forever. Nani watched with the deliberate intent of ignoring me. I could take a hint. After saying goodbye to the rest of the family, I made my escape. It felt good to be out in the fresh air, away from where I was judged and mocked, tested and taunted. The sun was starting to set and I debated taking Ginger for a walk on the beach.

“Hey, Gaby, thank you for embarrassing me.”

I stopped and turned. Ntino was striding behind me, trying to catch up, ready to wage war.

“You are so selfish! My sister is getting married. I asked you to do one thing and you couldn’t even do it.”

It had been on the tip of my tongue to apologise, but I was angry now, angry with all of them.

Our battle raged until we got to the house, two blocks away, right on the oceanfront on the half-moon curve of Hanalei Bay. As always, the moment we were inside the door, I was all over him. I never knew how to respond to his emotional outbursts other than to make love to him. There was nothing we couldn’t sort out in bed, he and I.

He resisted at first, he always took a moment to calm down from one of his flare-ups, but then his mouth met mine and we exchanged a long, heated kiss. I heard Ginger whining. She knew already that her daddies were settling in for a long, solid night of fucking and that a sunset walk probably wasn’t in her immediate future.

I kept my mouth on Ntino, loving the feel of his slim, toned body. He pressed into me, but I knew he was still angry. Lord, I loved to fuck him when he was mad. It made things even more passionate between us, if that was even possible. I kicked the front door shut and took him down to the floor, trying to get between his legs. He twisted and turned underneath me as if fighting me, even as his hands held my head to his. Our cocks connected. Mine was rock hard, his was not.

It surprised me. Usually the second we touched one another, Ntino had a raging hard-on. I ground myself against him and his breath quickened. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, a couple of buttons popping off against the floor. I took hold of his left hand, licking and kissing the palm as his fingers flexed in pleasure. I stole a glance at his face as I sucked his fingertips, one by one. There was a look of disbelief as well as furious lust. I bent forward to lick his face and neck.

He moaned as I moved down to his torso. As my tongue traced his ribs, I held his hands up over his head and heard his deep, contented sigh. My knee kept rubbing, dry humping his crotch, and I felt him harden.

I reached up with another kiss for his mouth, one hand going to his swollen cock. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch that sweet, thick, uncut piece of manhood. He had the juiciest one I’d ever seen, his balls heavy in my hands. I ran the cock head against my face and he was squirming for entry into my mouth, but I had to make him wait.

I tightened my grip on his cock, running it down my throat and to my chest. The second the head touched my nipple, we both groaned. I took his pants all the way down past his feet. His fingers made quick work of my zippered fly, and as he inched my jeans past my ass, I knew in seconds I was going to be inside him, my man panting for a hard pounding, his legs wrapped around my waist.

No, I wanted this to last.

I kept rubbing his cock over my arms and face, licking my way down his thighs. His legs opened up. His body implored,
fuck me
. But I kept at it, licking him, teasing him, tasting him. Oh, yeah.

His cock was in my mouth now and Ntino’s gorgeous ass came off the floor. He flailed around as I sucked him thirstily. His cock adored me, his cock loved me and I kept a hold on him as he started to come.

As soon as he was finished, his body still tensing, his pulse racing, I put my mouth straight down onto his ass. His feet rested on my shoulders. I wouldn’t call myself brawny, but he would. I weighed a good seventy pounds more than he did.

His fingers grappled for me and, as I prepared his ass to take me, he touched my cock with his fingertips.

“I want it, I want it, I want it.”

His wish was my command. I plunged into him, loving how tight he always was, how good it always felt to fuck him. I kept my mouth on his, sensed his emotions wavering… I knew he felt such guilt loving another man, even as he adored what it did for him.

“I love you, Ntino.”

“Gaby, I love you, too.” He sobbed when we came together. It was the perfect wave.

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About the Author

A.J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in the fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refuelled.

A.J. never lacks inspiration for male/male erotic romances and on the rare occasions this happens, pursues other passions such as collecting books on Hawaiiana, surfing and spending time with friends and animal companions.

A.J. Llewellyn believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

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