Page 96 of Husband of the Year
“Fuck, Olan.” My dick hardens at the thought of him using it. “Well, good for you. And me.”
With that, Olan slides back, my finger gliding easily into his inviting hole. He returns to sucking and my cock becomes more rigid as his tongue slides over the tip and my finger gets a preview of what’s coming.
“Do you want to do it like this?” I ask and Olan pulls off again, catching his breath.
“Yeah, get right behind me. Is that okay?”
“I think we can make it work.”
Standing, I move behind him, kneel, and kiss his left butt cheek.
“You really have a spectacular ass,” I say.
“Thank you. I’m glad you appreciate the squats. Now if you’re ready…”
Olan reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart, and my heartbeat accelerates. Moving to position, I place the head of my dick near his opening, and before I can push in, he moves back, his hole starving for me.
“There we go,” Olan murmurs.
He’s bracing himself against the bed, with his forehead down. As soon as I find a rhythm, Olan reaches under and starts stroking himself. This is his favorite way to have an orgasm and at this point, we’re both keen to come.
“Don’t move for a minute,” he says.
When I pause, Olan thrusts back and forth, fucking my cock with his magnificent hole. Allowing me to simply stare down and enjoy the view of my dick stretching him wide as it glides in and out of him.
“Olan, you’re going to make me come like this. It’s too perfect. You. This.”
“I’m close. Go back to fucking me, please.”
I do as I’m told, grabbing his waist and pounding myself into him while he strokes harder and faster.
“Harder.” Olan’s voice becomes even lower, more raspy. “Fuck the cum out of me.” My body slams against his. “Please.”
He needs this. I need this. I pull back, my cock almost completely out before plunging back in deeper, harder. I repeat this and notice Olan’s hand moving quicker, and his ass begins to pulse around my dick. He’s so close.
I lean over, wrap an arm around his torso, and my fingers land on his chest, squeezing, massaging, pinching, and flicking his nipple as I rail him.
What starts as a low hum evolves into a deep moan and Olan’s hole convulses around my cock. Shots of warm cum blast my forearm underneath him as he shakes with pleasure.
“There’s my sweet guy,” I whisper into his ear. I’m bent over him, our bodies stacked like the sweetest warm pancakes. “I love you.”
Olan cranes his neck, reaching back for a kiss and before my mouth lands on his, he says, “I love you, too. So damn much.”
In one swift movement, I’m on my feet and plop down onto the bed, my legs hanging over the side. When I palm myself, I’m still raging hard, but a yawn stretches across my face. It’s late—already Friday morning, and I have to be at school in a few hours.
“Don’t move,” Olan says.
“I’m too tired to move.”
“Good.”
He’s next to me, kissing my neck, moving his way to my ear, stroking me. Slowly at first, but picking up speed. When Olan’s lips land in that spot right behind my ear, I swear there’s a magical button that sends a message right to my cock. He kisses and sucks right there and yup, my orgasm knocks within seconds.
“I’m close.” My fingers swaddle Olan’s neck, keeping him in place.
In between biting and slurping, he pauses to reply. “I know.”
And that’s it. My dick can’t hold back as he jerks me faster andfrissons of pleasure crisscross over me as I shoot all over my chest—a few rogue drops landing on my chin.
