Christmas With Wistan

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-658-5

Page :65

Word Count :16250

Publication Date :2010-08-12

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Christmas With Wistan (pdf) , Christmas With Wistan (prc) , Christmas With Wistan (epub) , Christmas With Wistan (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Paranormal , LGBTQIA+ , Christmas

Product Code: 978-1-55410-658-5

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Brandon is frozen in time with Wistan, a giant of a ghost...

Brandon Archer, a gorgeous and successful New York City erotica writer, hates Christmas. In fact, it brings back a lot of bad memories from his childhood. On Christmas Eve, instead of getting into the spirit with family and friends, he decides to spend it having anonymous sex with strangers.

A taxi ride that he thinks will take him to his favorite gay bar will take him somewhere else completely. Frozen in time with Wistan, a giant of a ghost with a grudge to bear and a hard on for Brandon to boot…Brandon is about to take a trip back though his life…showing him what it would have been like if Wistan hadn't given him the gift of writing…warning him to reform himself…or lose the gift forever!

I already had my coat off. Allan pulled my t-shirt off as well. “Brandon,” he moaned, coming close enough to flick his tongue out over one of my nipples, “you’re beautiful baby.”

Whether I was truly beautiful or not, he sure as hell made me feel that way. And when he undid the belt of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips, I’d thought I’d died and gone to heaven. His sight of his cock made mine do somersaults. I slid down on my knees, and took what I could of it in my mouth. Looking back, if it would have been today…shit…I could have done so much more with it. But, in spite of my promiscuity, I wasn’t all that experienced…and giving a blow job was still somewhat of a challenge for me…especially when it came to swallowing. However, Allan appeared to enjoy my amateurish sucking and pulling on his cock because he made appreciative sounds in his throat, and buried his hands in my hair.

My, how times have changed

Never mind that, smart ass.

Suddenly, Allan pulled me up into his arms, kissed me hard, and ran his hands all over me. Yanking on my pants, he tore them down over my hips and clutched my buttocks in his hands. “Brandon,” he murmured, kissing my neck, running his tongue down my throat to one nipple, then the other. “I want you.”

That made me crazy. We moved with each other across the floor to the pull out sofa, which of course, wasn’t pulled out. Allan pushed me down on it, and within seconds we were on the floor.

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