I stare at the man I love above anything else, although right now, I wonder why.
I raise my hand, pointing at my fingers. “First, you can never have enough decorations. Second, yes, the cookies on the Christmas tree must be edible. Otherwise, what’s the point. Third, we still need to hang the garland on the wood beam.”
He takes his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” I grab his shirt and attempt to get him dressed. But his hands are already on the waist of his gray sweatpants. My traitorous dick reacts. “No. We are not having sex right now. Your parents will be here any moment, and we haven’t finished decorating.”
He’s fully naked. His super-cannon dick pointing at me, taunting me.
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fine. But we’ll need to be quick.”
He lifts me over his shoulder and takes me to the bedroom.
Thank you, lord, for small mercies. I wouldn’t want to have to clean cum from the couch cushions right before his parents arrive.
“Ass up,” he commands, and I obey. I love it when he gets bossy.
I expect him to rim me, but instead, I feel cold lube on my ass. He opens me and something other than his fingers slides inside me.
“What the hell?”
“Relax, baby, it’s only a plug.”
“Why does it feel weird?”
He laughs. “You’ll see. Now on your back.”
Hmm, okay…
I don’t know where this is going, but the more he touches me, the more I want to come, and the less I think about Christmas decorations or his parents coming with Juju from the airport.
We’re staying at the cabin again this year, and after speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, they reassured me that no one was using their cabin this Christmas. We’ve rented it out for Riley’s parents and Juju. It’s going to be great.
Riley straddles me. He reaches behind his back and pulls a plug out of his own ass.
Sneaky bastard.
Then he aligns his hole with my cock and sits on me in one go.
“Fucking…fuck…” I scream. His weight makes the plug in my ass press against my prostate and the double stimulation is going to make this ridiculously quick.
“I’m going to move now, baby. It’s going to be quick and dirty,” he warns.
“Yes…please.”
For a man who’s just turned forty-seven, Riley has stupid stamina. I’m sure I’ll die well before him. He rides my dick like a cowboy late for a rodeo.
His cock is flushed and leaking like a faucet. He’s holding on to my legs behind him, so I know I’m hitting his prostate.
When his movements become jerkier, I know he’s getting close.
“You ready, baby?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah.” This is his show. I’m going to let him come before I allow myself to release, but the moment the first rope of cum hits my chest, the fucking plug in my ass vibrates and pushes me over.
I push my hips up with a strength I didn’t know I had as my body gives in to the pleasure. I think I pass out for a moment because I don’t remember the plug being turned off or removed from my ass.
Riley comes over with a warm cloth to clean his release from my chest. Some even hit my face. Then he lies beside me and pulls me into his arms.
