“I’m not going to last long. I’ve been aching since you left to go to the clubhouse. Give it to me fast and hard.”
“Whatever you want, mama. However you want it.”
My fingers find a steady rhythm, powering deep and hard. Her legs hang off the edge of the vanity, her back arches, and when she cums, her pussy flutters around my fingers. I don’t let up, giving it to her slow, drawing another one out of her as soon as she comes down from the first. She starts to fall backward, and I catch her with my free hand, cradling the back of her head so it doesn’t slam into the mirror. I crook my fingers inside her, and lower my mouth to hers, fucking her mouth slow and purposefully, my tongue in tangent with my fingers.
“Why is it this good?” She murmurs against my mouth. “Promise me it will always be like this. That when we’re old, and gray, we will still fuck like this.”
I pull back an inch, touching my forehead to hers. “I promise.”
She closes her eyes, sighing softly. “I’m going to need a minute before I suck you off.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Oh, I do. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I can’t decide where I want your cum though. Think you got enough in you to spread the wealth.”
I laugh. “I think I can manage.”
With her, I’m always hungry.
Her hand circles my wrist, and we both lower our gazes to her pussy, watching intently as she pulls my fingers out of her slowly. “I made a mess out of your fingers,” she says, taking my hand as she slides her ass across the vanity and turns on the faucet. She brings my fingers under the stream of water, washing away the hint of blood and her arousal that coats them. “There, all clean.”
“We could’ve done that in the shower,” I remind her.
She shrugs. “I just want to take care of you.” She gives me another peck on the lips before she turns off the faucet and hops off the vanity. “Now drop your pants, Shotgun, and feed me your cock.”
I stare at her ass in the mirror as she pads into the shower and drops to her knees. I don’t know what the fuck I did to get so lucky, but I ain’t complaining.
“You keep rubbing that cunt on my cock, and we’re going to have a problem,” I hiss.
A man can only take so much teasing before he cracks.
After shooting my load down her throat and watching her swallow every single drop, she checked the nanny cam footage on her phone to make sure the boys were all still asleep, then she put on her panties and climbed into my bed. For a few minutes we just held each other, then she started fondling my balls, and now she’s straddling my thighs rubbing her panty covered pussy all over my cock.
I wanted to tell her about the trip to California, and get her take on things, but we’re clearly not having that conversation tonight.
“You owe me one more,” she says, pointedly as she cups her breasts. “I want it dripping down my neck when I go to bed.”
“That was before you sucked my cock and I blacked out in the shower,” I argue, pulling her panties to the side to reveal all that pink to me.
I want to eat her out but she refuses. I’m allowed to finger her, and she’s allowed to dry hump me while she’s on her period, but she draws the line when it comes to sitting on my face. I should really ask her how she feels about taking my cock up her ass.
The thought of fucking her tight little hole makes me unbelievably hard, and I start stroking my cock. Gripping my shaft, I run the head between her lips, beating her clit with the crown. That seems to light her up, and she starts to rock over me, desperate for more friction. “That’s it mama, use my cock.”
Planting one hand on my chest, she leans forward, and picks up the pace, humping the fuck out of me, moaning and panting with every rock of her hips.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Who owns your pussy?” I growl. She moans loudly, her greedy little cunt vibrating against my cock. “Say it, Jade. Say it loud enough so the neighbors hear.”
“You,” she pants. “You own my pussy.”
“That’s a good girl.” Working her clit with the head of my cock, I shove three fingers inside of her. Her back bows, and she cums loudly, screaming my name.
I fist my cock harder, my movements frantic as I tug harder.