“Yes,” he breathes out, and I get on top of him, my knee between his legs, before I kiss him deeply.
“But only good boys get good girls,” I say against his lips. “Are you a good boy for me?”
“Yes,” he says again, moaning when I press my knee against his crotch.
“I think you’ll have to prove that,” I tease, my hand wandering down to his boxers.
Since we both sleep in just our underwear, it’s easy for me to slip my hand inside his and grasp his already hard cock. Hehisses at the sensation as I stroke him a few times, enjoying the familiar power I still have over him after all these years.
“Please,” he whimpers out, and I use my other hand to pull down his boxers, freeing him of them.
“Please, what?” I ask, positioning myself between his legs and leaning over his beautiful, thick cock, already dripping with pre-cum.
“Please, fuck me.” He moans, and in response, I lick a slow, deliberate path from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him into my mouth. “Fuck.” He groans.
I release him from my mouth with a pop. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but only if you’re a good boy and let me suck this beautiful cock first.”
I slide my lips back around him, sucking and relishing the way he squirms beneath me, his grip on the covers tightening.
“Xander,” he moans out, the pleasure evident in his voice.
“You know I have to prepare you for me first, love,” I remind him, kissing the tip of his cock before standing.
I pull down my boxers and reach for the bottle of lube from our nightstand. Returning between Clay’s spread thighs, I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto him, his legs instinctively rising to his chest to give me easier access.
“Look at you, being such a good boy for me tonight,” I praise, my voice filled with adoration as I start to circle his puckered hole with my thumb. “God, I’ve missed your tight little ass too. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“After ten years of taking your massive cock, I don’t think it’s quite as tight anymore,” he breathes out.
I slap him on the thigh before leaning in to grab his throat again. “You little brat,” I scold. “I’m not going to fuck you when you talk about yourself like that.”
Squeezing his throat, I slide my finger inside him, making him moan. “See?” I whisper, my voice laced with desire. “Tightand perfect as fuck.” I peck his lips before releasing him, focusing on stretching him out further by sliding another finger inside.
“Oh my God.” Clay groans, his eyes shut and his head falling back on the pillow.
I withdraw my fingers and apply more lube, making sure we’re both covered. Then leaning over him, I kiss him passionately as I guide the head of my cock into his entrance. He gasps for air, breaking the kiss, and I rest my forehead against his, my voice filled with love and tenderness. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper, trying to be gentle as I press further inside.
He pushes his ass back against me, gripping the back of my head, and hisses out, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
I chuckle, biting his lip, before sitting up straight again. “Then be a good boy and take all of it.”
I push his thighs further toward his chest, sinking my cock deep inside him, relishing in the sweet sound of his moans with every thrust. Once fully seated inside, I look at him. “You good, love?”
Topping him always comes with a mix of pain and pleasure, and I never want to hurt him.
“Yes, babe. Don’t make me beg again,” he pleads, his eyes flying open as I begin to move.
“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good,” I say, closing my eyes and picking up the pace of my thrusts.
“Yes, oh my God.” Clay moans, his hands gripping my shoulders for support.
“Look at my boy, taking my cock so damn well,” I praise, my voice laced with pleasure as I feel his tight ass clench around my shaft. “Fuck, love.”
With one hand, I take hold of his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Xander,” he moans out.
“Imagine Carolina riding this cock while I fuck your ass,” I say, gripping him hard.
“Fuck!” He nearly whimpers, his grip on the sheets tightening as he presses his eyes shut.
