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“Wow,” I hear the word in a deep, smooth voice I’ve come to love listening to so much, sometimes I hear it in my dreams. My eyes lift to find Ryan gazing at me. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
My lips curve a bit before I take him in, wearing only sweatpants pants, same as me, displaying all the definition in his torso, cut up muscles and lines everywhere. He’s mouthwatering.
Not to mention the couple days of stubble lining his angled jaw, messy bedhead of chocolate brown hair flopping over his forehead. He’s visibly younger than me… Not by much, but it’s obvious he’s in his early twenties. And I’m in my late thirties… which is why I can’t say shit about Hailey dating an older man.
At the same time, I can. Because if that British dude is thinking anywhere near the sorts of thoughts about my daughter that I’m having about Ryan right now, I’d really have no choice but to murder him.
Ryan strolls over to me, not stopping until he’s wrapped around me like a vine, pressing our warm flesh together, hands on my back, then my shoulders then my chest. Like he can’t decide where he wants to touch me, sampling all the different spots.
“Did you get up to come find me, baby?” I whisper, taking his jaw in my hands and locking our eyes.
He nods. “I woke up… wanting you.” I watch his Adam’s apple slide in his throat. I want to bite it. “Needingyou… I don’t know why, but I’m craving it, Ben. I think I had a dream…”
“A dream that I was filling you up?” I whisper over his lips and he groans. “You’re craving my cock deep inside you… right, gorgeous?”
He nods again, quicker this time. He’s panting already and it’s such a damn turn-on.
It’s no secret that I like to bottom. It was the revelation of a lifetime when Ryan and I started hooking up, and it’s definitely our default preference. But every now and again he’ll come to me almost begging… Pleading for me to fuck him. And when he does, he wants it rough.
I can’t say I don’t understand his needs, because I most certainly do. It’s something you’d never understand unless you experience it for yourself.
Ryan’s basically ready to fall on all fours, which has me grinning. Ilovewhen he gets like this, and I love that I’m the only person who can give him what he needs in this moment. It’s a power unlike any other, sating my ever-present need for control.
“We should really wait for Jess,” I tell him while he spins in my arms, pressing his ass back into my growing erection. “You know she loves to watch you take my cock.”
He’s trembling, grabbing my hand and shoving it down the front of his pants. “I have an idea.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket, turning his face to smirk at me.
“You’re wicked, kid,” I tug his mouth to mine, kissing him hard, sucking his lips and biting him until he flinches, his cock doing the same in my palm. I cup his balls and he groans in my mouth.
“I desperately need a video of you fucking me,” he breathes. “I’ve always wanted to watch it… To see how it looks.”
“Oh, it looks fucking fantastic, baby,” I tell him, walking us back toward the shed. “Let’s go inside for this. I want my first time in the hot tub to be with both of you.”
“Agreed.” He keeps my hand on his balls and his ass on my crotch while we kiss our way inside and move to the couch.
We don’t make it onto the couch, but rather on the rug in front of it. I shove Ryan down onto the floor, pulling his hips back so I have his ass right in front of me. He’s already panting, face down ass up for me, and it’s fucking wonderful. I squirm out of my pants, then remove his slowly, taking his phone.
I begin recording and prop it up so it’s getting us at the right angle, wasting no time caressing my husband. I run my eager hands all over his muscular back and his ass, firm and full. The perfect ass on a man, dips in the sides and everything.
Ryan works out a lot. He loves it, actually. Sometimes we work out together, but it usually always ends up with us swapping sweat and DNA so if I want to take my workout seriously, I can’t be near him. But he converted half the garage into his own little home gym, and I must say, it’s really fun to watch him sometimes. All the flexing, the rippling muscles shimmering with sweat…
He’s theperfectpiece of man to quench my thirst.
My lips trail his spine, reaching his ass and biting him until he whines.
“Fuck you,” he breathes through a laugh, and I chuckle.
“Mmm… is that how you wanna play it tonight, kid?” I kiss his smooth skin, dragging my lips closer to the crack of his ass, spreading him open with my hands.
“This is so wrong,” he croons, turning his face until our eyes lock. “We’re not supposed to be doing this…”
I let out an eager rumble.Fuck yes, I love playing this game.
“Relax,” I rumble, pushing him forward forcefully, until his face is in the carpet. “No one will know.”
He groans when my tongue feathers over his asshole, stroking and swirling as he clenches like an instinct, before relaxing enough to let me stuff it inside. He whimpers and I hum becauseJesus Christ, this is hot. This isso fucking hotalready. I need to slow my roll, but like…Fuck.I want more.
