4. Good Boy Toy
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GOOD BOY TOY
ANNA
M y mouth parted in awe and shock as I looked at Caleb. Thoroughly looked at him. His pretty chin length hair tousled with all the tugging I had done. His eyebrow and lip piercing glinted in the dim warm light coming from the nightstand lamp. His body was sexy .
I licked my lips, leaning on my elbows and eyeing the twin dragon tattoos on his chest, a silver thin chain on his neck. The traditional design started on his neck and went down to his ribs, his nipples and belly piercings, suiting him perfectly.
He ran a hand through his hair, and I bit my lip, staring at his abs. God, when was the last time I slept with someone who had abs? Forever! I could feel my cheeks getting red as I shamelessly stared at his cock. It was soft, wet, but still pretty. It had a piercing. A curved barbell poking out of his tip, glinting against his cum. The length was perfect, although a bit longer than I ever had and his girth— fuck me. He would stretch me if he ever?—
“Stop looking at my cock like that, ma’am,” he said, his voice husky as he stood up from the bed to remove his pants and cover his butt with boxers.
I wanted to pout and demand him to come back to bed. Again, I couldn’t remember when I had last pouted or wanted to demand any of my bed partners. Not that I had many.
“Why not?” I watched him open the mini fridge and open a bottle of water. His muscles tensed and relaxed as he drank water. He wasn’t huge nor had enormous muscles, but he was lean and muscular. With toned muscles and strong thighs.
Just my type.
Since when do you have a type?
“You have a pretty cock, Caleb,” I said, watching him sputter when he faced me, a hint of blush on his cheeks as he capped the bottle and walked towards the bed. A droplet of water slid down his clean-shaven jaw and down to his neck.
“Fuck, if you keep saying things like that—” he paused, shaking his head and offering me water.
I smiled at him and took the bottle from him and drank it, feeling his piercing gaze on my naked body. I hadn’t even covered myself, and when I took the blanket to?—
“ Don’t ,” he held my wrist, his face inches away from me as he crawled on the bed, keeping the bottle away. “I enjoy seeing you naked.”
I hummed, my heart thundering in my ribcage as he pulled me on his lap, kissing my neck. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to stretch your sexy pussy,” he murmured, playing with my nipples, pinching one piercing and making me whimper.
I raked my hand through his soft hair before kissing him. It felt so natural to stay on his lap, grind against his semi—very impressive recovery time—and dirty talk with him. I had never been with someone young… and filthy .
It made me feel a little dangerous. That I could do whatever I wanted with this handsome young man and he’d just smirk, say ‘Yes, ma’am’ in his throaty, deep voice and let me have it.
“Where did you go, pretty?” He squeezed my waist, pushing my hair over my shoulders to look at my breasts. “What are you thinking?”
I swallowed, gently touching his brow piercing, lowering my fingers to his lip piercing, the small hoop. “I’m wondering if you’re too young for me,” I said, voicing my worry.
“I probably am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and licking his lips when his eyes gazed at my body on his lap. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t find it hot as fuck.”
“I’m forty-one, Caleb,” I said, pursing my lips.
His eyes widened, and he smirked, “I’m twenty-four.”
Oh god… he is as old as Aaron.
I tried to pull away, but he held me. I kept my hands on his arms and said, “I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied. Smart-ass .
“Caleb.”
“ Anna .” He smirked, “I want to fuck you like the hot milf you are.” His dirty words made me desperate and I almost let out a moan. Almost .
“Milf?”
“Mom I’d like to fuck,” he said, biting my breast before looking at me through his lashes, his eyes playful and full of lust.
I swallowed. He thinks I’m a hot milf?
He leaned closer, running his hands over my back, goosebumps erupting all over my skin with his warm touch. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, I’ll leave you alone like a good boy.”
I gasped when he flipped us, my back on the bed as he slid between my legs and pressed against my pussy. I whimpered when I felt his thick hardness through the thin fabric of his boxers, making me clench. He leaned over me, his hair fanning his cheeks and his silver chain brushing over my neck as he said, “But if you want me to fuck you, I’ll stay and let you use me like a good boy toy, hm? What will it be, pretty?”
I was already getting wetter at his words. His hot breath brushed my cheeks as he caressed my legs. “Come on. I’ll even call you mommy if you’re into?—”
“ No! ” I blurted, his eyes crinkling with humor and mischief as I shook my head at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Caleb smiled.
God, he was so handsome.
How could I say no to him?
Besides, I wanted his impressive length inside me, stretching me.
“Fu—” I was about to tell him to fuck me when I jolted with the shrill ringtone of my phone.
He raised his brow when I pushed him away. “Sorry, I’ve to check…” I saw the caller ID and picked it up. I mouthed a sorry before closing the bathroom door behind me. “What’s up?”
“What’s up?” Felix said, his tone different. “Alice woke me up.”
I frowned. “Why? Is she okay?”
“She’s telling me it’s fine, but she was crying after throwing up. I gave her medicine and she’s sleeping now, but I wanted to keep you informed since you were not checking your texts.”
I ignored his tone and clutching my phone tighter I said, “I can ask Jem to look after her or bring her back to my room?—”
Jem was my sweet neighbor and loved to babysit Alice. I had already paid her extra for the night in case of emergency, so she wouldn’t mind if I asked her to look after Alice for the night.
“It’s fine, An. She’s sleeping now, but I’m wide awake,” he sighed through the phone.
“I’ll take her to Jem’s suite. I’ll be there in ten.”
I ended the call and sighed, leaning on the basin. When I lifted my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror, I was surprised. My hair was tousled, my hazel eyes looking bright and glazed as if I was in a trance… or just really horny. My lips were swollen from the kisses and cheeks flushed red. There were hickies forming on my neck and over my breasts.
There was a knock on the door. “Everything okay?” Caleb asked, his voice muffled.
I was sad. I really wanted…
Wanted what? Him to fuck you? You’re forty-one and he’s ?—
“Anna?”
I patted down my hair and opened the door, smiling sheepishly at him.
He loomed over me, a frown on his brow, as he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I have to go check up on my daughter,” I said to his chest and walked past him to pick up my dress. “I’m sorry I have to?—”
“ Shh .” My eyes widened when he took my bra away and threw it on the bed before grabbing my jaw and making me face him. His eyes were dark, and I squirmed, feeling… scared and aroused. His expression changed from gentle mischievousness to something darker and raw. He had done that when he threatened to tie me up before making me cum with his mouth. I didn’t know why, but I wanted him to show that side of him more.
He said, “I heard you have ten minutes.”
“Y-yeah?”
He nodded, gently pushing me on the bed as he kissed my neck. The mischievous Caleb was back as he smirked. “I can guess her room isn’t that far. So that means I have five minutes to make you cum again, hm?”
“W-what?”