Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “Get on it,” He ordered Liam and Liam obeyed.

  Liam planted both feet either side of Freddie, lowering his body like a squat onto Freddie’s thick, pulsating member. Freddie got impatient, placing his hands on Liam’s shoulders and forcing him down onto his dick causing Liam to cry out as the entire length slid inside of him.

  Freddie smirked as Liam’s eyes watered, he grabbed Liam and pulled him in for a kiss, keeping his face close to his own as he reached down to grab his firm cheeks and rapidly began to pound his hole again.

  Liam didn’t even have to touch himself anymore, he was so close, he felt like he’d burst at any moment. He looked at Freddie trying to smile as best as he could, he kissed him and muttered into his ear -

  “Cum in me,” which sent Freddie into a frenzy of fucking, wanting desperately to do just that.

  As Freddie picked up the pace Liam couldn’t hold on any longer, crying out and bursting with little control across Freddie’s abs and large chest. Freddie laughed as he watched Liam shoot, knowing full-well that he’d caused it and smiling proudly at himself for doing so. A part of him might have been afraid that he wouldn’t be able to please a man the same way he had women because of a lack of experience but Liam had proved him wrong.

  “Fuck!” Liam cried out as he continued to burst, his sack tightening until every last drop of his seed had been shot out.

  “You’re so good at this,” He muttered as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Yeah?” Freddie was still smiling proudly at himself.

  “Yes, you’re the best.”

  “Say that again,” Freddie grabbed Liam and looked at him, pounding him fast and hard, pulling out every inch only to ram it back in again.

  “Tell me no other man can fuck you like I can.”

  Liam smiled, leaning in close with barely any energy left and mumbled into Freddie’s ear.

  “I’ve never had a man fuck me like you, I love taking every inch of your huge shaft, please cum in my ass Freddie,” his words were weak but they were enough to cause Freddie to begin exploding.

  Freddie moaned and cursed loudly, his chest rising and falling, his breath taken away, he felt his hot, white fluids shoot deep into Liam’s tight hole, filling him until there was no more room and trickling out of the sides. He continued to pound him well after he’d done shooting, making sure to bury his seed deep into Liam as if he was marking his territory until finally he was spent and he gently rolled Liam off of him and onto the sheets.

  Neither of them had enough strength to say anything worthwhile but neither of them had to. Liam curled up in Freddie’s arms and they both drifted off to sleep together awaiting the final day of their journey.

  --THE END--

  A Trip to the Farm

  Chapter 1

  The storm is finally over. It was a terrible, terrible week before this. Every time I looked out the window, it was raining. If it didn’t rain, there were strong winds. They were so strong that I could hear trees falling down. Good thing that we had a very strong house.

  There was no electricity as well. My mom said that that was the strongest storm they have ever seen ever since I was born. And since I was very scared, I just stayed inside. They lit up the fire place and we would read books, play board games and tell stories all day. My big sister, Prianne, would hug me whenever I heard the thunder. I am terribly scared of a thunder’s sound. It sounds like a monster has arrived.

  For 5 days, the whole family just stayed inside the house. It was comforting to have my family around. And when the storm was finally over, we watched the news and found out that no one was hurt. But a lot of houses were damaged. And this is including the first floor of our house that was rummaged by flood.

  My mother had to call someone to fix and clean up everything. They said they had to change everything from the wallpaper, the paints on the ceiling, the cement on the walls, our doors, our driveway and my mom’s beautiful garden.

  It was going to take at least 2 weeks to fix everything. Because of this, my dad decided to just take us to the farm and stay with my grandparents.

  So off we went.

  Chapter 2

  I haven’t seen my grandparents for a while. They have a big farm where there were lots of apple trees, chickens, vegetables and even mangoes! I love mangoes!

  They didn’t quite visit us in the city except on special occasions like our birthdays or during holidays so I’m really happy that we get to spend time with them in the farm.

  When we arrived, we found that they were busy trying to fix all the damage the storm has done. Good thing that the storm in the farm was not as strong as the storm in our place. Their house did not get damaged at all. I ran to grandpa and he gave me a big hug and did some of his famous magic tricks that I don’t get tired of!

  My sister went at the backyard and saw grandma feeding the chickens. Prianne helped grandma and then they went to the kitchen to prepare some lunch. It’s fun to prepare lunch at the farm. We get to fish some fresh sea food from grandma’s pond and we get to cook it with freshly picked vegetables. I think grandma doesn’t need to go to the grocery anymore not like mom who needs to go to the market every now and then.

  When everything was prepared for lunch, I just went outside because I didn’t know how to cook anyway. I played with grandpa’s old dog, Rosy. Rosy has new puppies, 6 puppies! They were all very friendly. Wow, the view in the farm with the sun rising is just what everyone needs after this storm.

  Chapter 3

  Two days has passed and my sister and I were having so much fun. My dad said that we were really good for participating in everything that they do in the farm. We didn’t even notice that we didn’t have video games for 2 days. On the third day, my grandpa told us that he was going to teach us how to pick some apples and then our grandma was going to help us bake some apple pies.

  Before going out, our grandpa made sure that we were probably geared to pick up apples. For our feet, he made us wear rubber boots. He says that the soil and grass might be wet and we might get our shoes dirty. I realized that’s why mom brought our boots along the trip.

  Grandpa also made us wear big hats! They were so big that the shadows of the hats were covering our face. He said that this is to make sure that our faces don’t get sun burned. I don’t like sunburn because it’s painful when it heals. So I wore the hat he gave me even if it made me look silly.

  So off we went to the apple trees where grandpa took a sturdy, wooden step ladder with him. He says that he has been using this ladder for years. He put the step ladder beside one tree and placed a basket beside it. He taught us how to pick the apples and so we watched.

  He slowly took one apple in his hand and pulled it slowly. He says that we need to pull it slowly because we might destroy the leaves of the trees. And we didn’t want to damage the trees. After getting the apple, he aimed at the basket and threw it in.

  It was Prianne’s turn. It was so funny because she was scared of heights but the apple tree wasn’t so high. I wasn’t scared at all. Plus, grandpa was there to hold her while she was on top of the ladder. It took a very long time before Prianne got to pick her first apple. And her first apple even had a whole in it!

  “Grandpa! Why does Prianne’s apple have a whole?” I asked while trying to look at the whole with one eye open and one eye closed.

  “Well, Peter, there’s a whole in the apple because the worms in the farm love apples. They make a whole so they can go inside the apple and eat it!” Grandpa answered.

  “Does that mean that there’s a worm inside?” I asked again.

  “There’s only one way to find out, Peter. All you have to do is to slice that apple open and see.”

  So grandpa took a Swiss Knife out of his pocket and opened the apple. The worm was still there. It was happily eating the apple. So I just put down the apple because it was already my turn to pick an apple.

  Grandpa helped me up the ladder and I took one piece carefully just like what grandpa sai
d and I got a really shiny one without any wholes.

  After the tiring apple picking, we all took a bath as grandma prepared the ingredients and all the things we need for apple pie. I was just looking at the dough and it already made me very excited. There were lots of baking materials to like the rolling pin that mom uses whenever she makes pizza for the family. Other than that, I had no idea what the other materials are.

  Grandma said that the most important part in baking is washing our hands. She made us sing the Happy Birthday Song twice while soaping our hands. When the song was over, that was the only time we could rinse our hands. It’s important that our hands our clean because we wouldn’t want to get sick with germs. She even made us wear gloves.

  She let us shape and mold the dough onto the pie container. After that, we prepared the pie filling. Grandma sliced a lot of apples and she asked us to mix it with sugar and cinnamon and many other fun ingredients. I was asking if I could put some chocolate but grandma said that apple pie doesn’t have chocolate but we could try on the next pie. I counted the pie containers and we’re going to bake 5 pies! It’s okay because grandma gas a big oven.

  The Apple Pie was the best part of dinner that day. Grandma taught us how to make our apple pie slices taste even better. Prianne put ice cream on top of hers and I put chocolate fudge.

  Chapter 4

  The next day, grandma said that it was time to gather the eggs of their chickens. Boy, did they have lots of chickens! There were the chickens free to roam around the backyard and there were more chickens on a big cage that grandpa built. These were the chickens that laid eggs. These were the eggs that grandpa brought and sold to the market every 2 days. There were lots of people who buy the eggs from grandpa’s farm because he always delivers them fresh.

  Grandma took a several small baskets with cloth on them and took the eggs of the chicken carefully. We took the baskets inside a dark room and grandma placed the eggs in separate places. All of the baskets had lights above them.

  I asked grandma why she did that and she said that the eggs needed to be warm so they wouldn’t spoil. I noticed that only some of the eggs were put under the lights. Grandma said that those under the lights are going to crack and become chicks. Those that will be brought to grandpa’s truck are those that we’re going to bring to the market.

  “Come on, kids. We don’t want to be late for market day!” Grandpa said while parking the truck in front of his house. And so off we went.

  Chapter 5

  “Peter and Prianne, here in the farm, we only have market once a day. The reason is because there’s no space for a market. Every Sunday, people from all over this big farm gather and sell each other what we need so we can get supplies for the whole week.” Grandpa said while driving carefully.

  “Oh, it’s not like in the city, grandpa. We have market everyday there!” Prianne answered while looking out the window.

  When we were able to reach the market I was surprised because everybody was smiling at grandpa. Everybody knew him. It’s like his the most popular guy in town.

  “Good morning, Charles”, said the lady selling potatoes. Boy, did she have lots of potatoes. My grandpa answered and gave her a dozen of eggs in exchange of money.

  “Hey there, Charles”, said the man who I think is as old as grandpa. This guy is selling meat. It seems like he is a butcher. I’m scared of butchers but grandpa said that he is his friend and that he is a very nice butcher. He even showed me the different kinds of meat that he shares. He gave us a kilo of meat so we can cook barbeque for the night.

  Grandpa settled down in the middle of the market and people started to come near. They all bought eggs from grandpa. We didn’t even need to wait long before all the eggs from his farm were sold. We were just there for an hour or two and then we went home.

  The market is indeed a noisy place just like home but this market is a lot more fun because everyone is friends with everyone. I like having lots of friends.

  On our drive home, I even told grandpa that I wish to grow up like him, with a lot of friends.

  Chapter 6

  Our last farm dinner came. I felt a bit sad but also felt happy because we were going to grill the meat we got from the market and everybody knows how much I love barbeque. Dad prepared the grill outside. He said that when they were kids, he and his brothers would spend hours outside just grilling while grandpa played the guitar and grandma sang.

  I asked grandma if she could sing for us before we left. She was very happy to do so. While grandma and grandpa were performing, I realized that life in the farm is a great life. It was simple. You could have fun with the simple things in life.

  Dad looked at me and said, “you know what Peter, when you grow up, I always want you to enjoy and love the simple things. It’s not important that you are rich or that you have many things. What is important is you get to spend times like this with your family”.

  --THE END--

  Fire and Desire

  There were great chunks of stone in the rough sack slung over her shoulder. Rattling around with the smooth, wet rocks were healthy chunks of quartz, jagged and opalescent. Ardis had plucked the minerals from the river and the caves near her home, selecting each for size and shine and density. Soon, half would be in a fire. She turned a large oval stone in her palms as she paced through the woods.

  It had been six weeks since the shadows in town had begun to slip into cabins and cottages to wrap around sleeping children and infants. Nothing would be left behind except a damp imprint of blood, and the parents were always rendered immobile by fear and---it seemed---something more sinister: one woman reported tearing into her face with her nails because she could not will her legs forward as she watched the sooty shape constrict around her baby while he wailed. This was stronger magic than she was used to; most of her adult years had been spent banishing poltergeist and ghouls, separating people or animals that tried to fuse or shift using charms, and enchanting spoons to help frazzled new mothers feed their babies. Ardis was the only witch even remotely experienced enough to tackle this, though, so she had to try.

  Out came her mother's old spell book, covered in ominous brown stains and ascrawled notes in the margins (such as A succubus can be borne if sufficient magik is mingled, between human and Dormant). She'd stayed up for four days straight pinpointing the right ritual to banish the creature, which turned out to be one entity made of many autonomous parts. The spell to kill it was simple enough, but it required power---more power than she had. That meant she had two options: take energy by force from another person, or find someone to donate their carnal energy. Either way meant involving someone else, and Ardis hated working in teams. At least there were willing participants; Ardis was far from the only woman in town, but she was probably the most popular. She remembered the town meeting, standing in front of 200 people with their faces stone still and wearing identical expressions of fear and wonder; she saw half of the faces blush when she explained what she had to do, and the other half lit up with the possibility. Ardis tended to only take magical lovers. Sex with a magical being was so sought after that she often found herself waving off men and women while doing gardening or shopping. They didn't even pair their request with a preamble. And now she was giving one of them the chance to experience being a magical energy bar. A meal, of sorts.

  Selection was easy. Ardis knew how to read energy, and she'd focused on the 83 volunteers for only a moment before narrowing it down to three. Two women and a man, who was only 22, and short, but bursting with natural energy, right down to his bulbous nose. The two women were harder to read, one because of fear, and the other for a different reason entirely.

  Her name was Vivian, and she had chocolate hair that shone like polished copper in even the lowest light. Her eyes were the deepest brown, almost black, and equally luminous. She was a head shorter than Ardis, and soft everywhere; her shapely legs, gentle hands, and lips, which were tweaked upward---ever so slightly---in an expectant smile. It was the on
ly thing that betrayed her age (33): otherwise, she had the appearance of a very young woman. Ardis could feel immediately that this woman was what was casually referred to as a Booster---a human with innate magical abilities, but no way to tap into them. It usually took years of training to uncover, and another decade before one could use their power fully. Unless you had access to a sufficiently skilled witch.

  Even though she was only technically in the beginning stages of her power, no one could say she wasn't skilled. Precision was just as important as power, and Ardis was like a master thief: knowledgeable, swift, with the ability to be impossibly invasive. So she asked Vivian to meet her in the wood behind her church (where the meetings were held), in anything white she owned. Some blood would be spilled, but this would mostly be a different sort of carnal. Ardis worried briefly about the ripple of excitement that rolled through her when she'd shook the woman's hand, but she chalked that up to nerves. This was a big job, and if it went well, she could ask Vivian to let her train her. Ardis thought of her spacious cabin, the years she'd spent in it, and the decades to come. Then again of Vivian's lips. They'd be smeared with honey during the ritual, and she couldn't wait to run a thumb across the fullness of her mouth, down her throat , to nip her collarbone lightly...

  "Miss?"

  Ardis jumped and whirled around. It as Vivian, wearing a long strapless dress the color of bone. Her hair curled around her shoulders in heavy corkscrews, exactly as it had been before. Ardis longed to plunge her hands into it. What was wrong with her? She was here for a reason, and sex was just a bonus. She looked in Vivian's eyes, and saw the untapped power sparkling there. That had to be it. She was a swift river even deeper than she'd anticipated. Ardis had to be careful.