I huff at him. “Inside me now, Joker.”
“And here I thoughtyouwere the patient one.”
“I am the patient one except when it comes to your cock.”
“Oh, ho! Love the dirty talk. Hot.”
Don’t blush. Don’t blush.
But I do anyway because my body doesn’t care what I have to say.
“You bring it out of me.”
“Now, let’s see what else I can bring out of you. Preferably lots and lots of cum.”
“Jesus,” I chuckle.
Calvin pushes in the tip, and I close my eyes to the familiar sting. I breathe through the slow stretch and burn as he sinks deeper and deeper. He’s careful and takes his time.
He closes his eyes and breathes through it until he’s fully seated. “Yeah… there we go,” Calvin says as his eyes pop open, and he looks down at me. “You okay, baby?”
I nod and let go of my legs, keeping my feet firmly planted on the bed. “Yeah, I’m good. Go.”
He slowly pulls out and snaps back in. The punch has my back arching off the mattress, my head rolling back, and my fingers digging into his forearm.
“Damn, look at you, baby. So sexy. I fucking love how you react to me.”
After a few more hard thrusts, Calvin rests his heavy body on mine and continues to roll his hips as his cockhead passes over that favorite spot. He plants his face in my throat, his hot breath making me sweat as he peppers the skin with soft kisses.
My arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and my fingers dig into his back. It’s hot with him on top of me, sweating. The air is filled with his scent. His entire room smells like him, mixed with our arousal.
I feel completely at home. I sink into this cloud of a bed, his body like a heavy blanket.
Calvin takes his time, pumping into me. He doesn’t rush things, but he knows where and how to pull out my orgasm because my prostate is getting over-stimulated, and the first threads of my orgasm spread throughout me as the blood continues to congregate around my groin.
His hand explores my face before it slips underneath my head, where he gathers my hair in a tight fist. He’s moving faster now, and his breathing has picked up.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t say a word. We simply get lost in feeling each other.
My eyes are closed, loving his heated skin against mine. It’s surprisingly smooth for someone who’s almost forty.
Calvin lifts his head and kisses the hell out of me as he moves faster and harder. He sucks on my tongue before letting go to suck my bottom lip.
“I’m dying,” he gasps. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
I had no idea he was holding back on my account.
He sits on his feet, pushes my legs back, and thrusts even harder. “Stroke yourself,” he orders.
I scramble for the lube next to me, open it, and it ends up spilling all over my stomach and his bed. “Dammit.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just get that cock oiled, baby,” he says between pants.
I toss the closed bottle and swipe some lube off my stomach and spread it over my dick. I wrap my fingers around my length, using rapid strokes to pull my orgasm out faster.
“Watching you rub one out is the hottest fucking thing.”
I open my eyesto catch him staring at my hand. His tanned body glistens with sweat, and those dang muscles are rippling. No,he’sthe hottest thing.
