Page 82 of Husband of the Year
Bending over the chair, I spread my legs, arch my back, and shake my ass at the camera.
“How do you make even that adorable?” he asks. “When I get home, I’m going to kiss every inch of your ass. Would you like that?”
I nod and return the dildo to my entrance. This time it slips right in and my cock pulses as I fuck myself with it.
Encouraged by Olan, I find myself swept away, completely absorbed in the experience.
“There we go. Your hole is so horny, babe. Wait until I’m home. Wait until I get my dick up in there. And then you can fuck me. We can have a marathon flip-fuck session. Would you like that?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I’m close.” There’s a growly breathlessness to his voice and I know it won’t be long.
I turn my head toward the phone but only get a tiny glimpse of him in my peripheral vision. He’s stroking faster.
“Imagining that’s my cock fucking you. Wishing I could pound my cum inside you. Marvin, damn I miss you. All of you. So much. Oh fuck, fuck. Fuuuuck.”
Olan’s breathing becomes heavier in my ear and there are multiple gasps and deep moans as he unloads hundreds of miles away from me. When his breath steadies, I head over to the nightstand and bend over, peering at my phone to get a closer look.
He’s drenched. Milky liquid covers his stomach and chest and the phone shakes in his hand.
“Damn, that was a lot,” I say. “You needed that.”
“I did. It’s been… since I left you.”
“Olan, that’s not healthy. You’ll explode.”
His deep bass laugh rumbles in my ear.
“God, I wish I could lick you right now.”
“Me, or this?” He angles his phone down and I get a closer look at the glorious mess covering him.
“Both. You. All of you.”
“I’d love that.” Olan puts his phone down and I see him wiping himself with a washcloth. “Now, let’s have you back on the chair to finish. I need to see you blasting all over your stomach while you fuck yourself with the dildo.”
“Yes, sir.” My shoulders fall back and I scurry over to the chair. “How do you want me?”
“Sit, legs up. I can see well from here.”
I do as I’m told. As I thrust the toy inside as far as I can, and the suction of my ass holds it in place at the ring around the base. I hold my dick up, ensuring Olan gets the best view as I jerk myself.
“That’s my adorable boy. Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.”
With my head tilted back, I say, “Keep talking to me. I’m so close. I’m imagining you over me, pounding me.”
“That’s it, stroke yourself. Faster. I want to see your fat cock shoot all over.”
With Olan’s voice inside my head, and the dildo in my ass, the tiniest scratch of my orgasm appears. Using both hands now, my fingers glide up and down my shaft, and then, like an unexpected downpour, the pleasure cascades over me, from the inside out as thick ribbons of warm cum gush over my stomach and land on my rolled-up shirt.
“That’s my sweet guy,” Olan purrs in my ear. My feet fall to the ground and I pull my shirt off to wipe myself.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask, returning to the bed and retrieving my phone.
“What do you think?”
“I think that was almost as much fun as having you here in the flesh. Almost.”
