I have to work to go slow, to try and make this last longer than ten seconds. It’s a fucking struggle. The sounds I’m pulling from Pete are obscene. Mixed with the loud clap of skin on skin and the scraping of the table against the tiles, it’s overloading my senses. No porn could ever compare to the scene unfolding in front of me.
“This tight fucking hole is mine, I’m one lucky bastard. You feel so good, Jellybean. You take me so well. I wish you could see how stretched you are, your hole is fucking gaping.” I praise him, pushing on his thighs, knees practically brushing his ears, to spread him even further. Perks of marrying a greedy bottom who loves being stuffed full.
“Ahhh, yesss, so deep. Gavin, fuck my hole.” He cries out, hand gripping his cock and jerking it fast and hard. My Jellybean is close. I can practically feel his ass rippling around my cock. I know just what he needs to push him over that edge.
Tilting Pete's hips slightly, I lean my weight down on him as I slam my hips harder into him. Over and over. Aimed right at his prostate. Pete’s cries get higher in pitch and his hand shuttles faster on his cock.
“That's it beautiful, let me hear you. Fucking cum for me.” My own grunts and moans battle with his, creating an erotic mix I could listen to for the rest of my life.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” He cries, back bowing off the table. Muscles straining as jet after jet of cum paints his abdomen and chest. A feral shudder runs down my back and my thrusts get harder and wilder, losing all rhythm as I fall over the edge into euphoria.
Sweat soaked and sticky from syrup and come, I watch my husband's chest rise and fall in rapid succession. His eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face. Leaning down over his body, his release smearing between us as I nuzzle against his neck. Planting soft kisses on his skin, still tasting the whipped cream mixed with the saltiness of his sweat.
“Did you use chocolate syrup as lube?” He asks through panting breaths.
“I did, yeah.” I chuckle, hiding my face against his shoulder, rubbing my beard against his skin.
“Hmm, I guess you had chocolate for breakfast after all.”
“This Easter thing isn’t so bad.” I grin working my lips up to kiss him.
“I love you so much, grumpy bear.”
“I love you too, Happy Easter, Jellybean”
The End
