Chapter 13 PSL Ever After #6
I whimpered around his cock, loving the praise, the way he lost himself in me. My hips rocked faster, desperate for more, desperate to come, desperate to fill his mouth and be filled in turn.
Every word from his mouth only fueled me, lit up every nerve ending, left me ravenous for more.
My lips slipped off his cock, breath ragged, every muscle strung tight with want.
My hand shot out, reaching for the lube on the nightstand, bottle cold and slick in my grip.
“Come here,” I rasped, the words more command than invitation, “want you riding me, want you to show me how much you need it.”
His eyes caught the glint of the lube, wild and greedy, hunger burning brighter than any flame.
I slicked my fingers, running them between his cheeks, loving the way his body shuddered with anticipation, muscles flexing, thighs quivering.
The lube dripped down my fingers as I pressed in, opening him slow, stretching, working him loose until he rocked back with filthy abandon, moaning, begging for more.
“Gonna take every inch, aren’t you?” My voice was shot, dark and thick. I pumped more lube onto my cock, watching him, never breaking eye contact as I stroked myself, making a show of it. “Get on, Richard. Want to see you take it all. Want to watch you ruin yourself on me.”
He didn’t hesitate. Muscles rippling, he straddled my hips, one strong hand on my chest, bracing himself, the other guiding my cock to his slicked hole.
The head pressed against him, teasing, threatening to split him open, and then he sank down, inch by inch, the burn and stretch making both of us shudder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, grabbing his waist, holding him steady, loving the sight—this silver fox, all muscle and grit, taking me like he was starving for it.
His eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten red, sweat beading down his neck, and when he opened his eyes again they were molten, daring me to break.
He rolled his hips, the motion slow at first, then faster, using my cock to fuck himself, using my body to chase his own release. One hand drifted to his chest, fingers pinching his own nipples, tugging, twisting, and I watched every move, memorizing every flex and shudder.
“Show me, old man. Show me how bad you want it.” My hands traced up his thighs, gripping the meat of them, squeezing, guiding him as he rode me, as he drove himself down hard enough to make the bed creak and groan.
His chest heaved, pecs flexing beneath his hand, every muscle straining.
He pinched his nipple, moaning, back arching as he drove down harder, my cock disappearing inside him again and again.
“God, Ed—never felt anything like this,” he choked out, free hand bracing on my stomach for leverage, hips slamming down so hard I could feel the impact in my bones.
Sweat dripped from both of us, heat building, the smell of sex thick in the air. My fingers dug into his hips, pulling him down harder, meeting every thrust, letting him use me, watching the way he unraveled for me.
His abs rippled as he bounced, cock standing hard and wet, leaking precome over my stomach, glistening under the soft lamplight. “Look at you,” I whispered, awe tangled with want, “so fucking perfect, so strong. Want you to come just like this, riding me, flexing for me, showing me every inch.”
Richard’s hand drifted up to his chest again, pinching both nipples now, twisting them until his head dropped back, mouth open, moaning.
I slid my hands up, brushing his sides, palming his chest, feeling the hard muscle, the quick beat of his heart.
“God, you’re unreal, Rich. Never wanted anyone like this. Never needed anyone like this.”
He rode me harder, desperate now, grinding down, using me for every filthy stroke.
My hands wandered, worshipping his body—squeezing his thighs, kneading his ass, letting my nails leave faint marks in their wake.
I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t take my eyes off the way he looked, wild and unguarded, every muscle working, body built for this, made for this.
His moans grew louder, breath coming in ragged gasps, sweat gleaming on his skin. His fingers rolled his nipples, hips working in frantic, needy circles, chasing the edge. I rocked up to meet him, cock plunging deep, my own climax hovering just out of reach.
“You gonna come for me?” I taunted, voice dark and trembling, hand slipping around his cock to jerk him, thumb smearing precome over the swollen head. “Gonna make a mess all over me, old man? Gonna let go while you’re riding my cock, flexing for me like you’re on stage?”
Richard’s hand covered mine, squeezing tighter, working his cock with me, every muscle in his body pulled tight with need. His eyes met mine, wild, lost, pleading for more. “Want it, Ed. Need it. Wanna come so fucking bad.”
I thrust up harder, faster, chasing both our releases, holding nothing back. The room filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of desperate groans and filthy encouragement, every word from my mouth driving him closer.
Pressure built to a fever pitch, every nerve ending set alight, and I needed more—needed to mark him, own him, break him for me.
My grip shifted, taking control, rolling him off my lap and onto his hands and knees, dragging my nails down his sweat-slick back, loving the way his body bowed for me, muscles standing out in hard relief beneath my touch.
“Stay just like that,” I growled, chest pressed to his back, hand fisting in the meat of his ass, spreading him open wide.
The sight of him, hairy and raw and open, made my cock ache.
My hands lingered, greedy, running over the wild hair, thumbs dipping between, hungry for every scent and taste of him.
Leaning down, I mouthed at his hole, tongue flicking over the mess of hair, worshipping, groaning at the earthy, masculine heat.
Richard shuddered, a strangled moan echoing in his chest, ass pushing back into my face, grinding, needy for more.
My tongue pressed deeper, working him open, the taste and feel making my head spin, and then I spit, letting it drip and mix with his own sweat, fingers spreading him wider, fucking him open with my mouth and spit until he was trembling for it.
“Gonna fill you up,” I muttered, hand stroking my cock, watching as he arched his back, desperate for it, begging without words.
“Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.
” I lined up, the head of my cock nudging at his entrance, and pressed in, slow at first, just to make him feel the stretch, to make him take every inch.
His hole clenched tight around me, the heat and hair and slick dragging me in, making me groan like a man possessed.
“God, Ed—deeper, fuck, give it to me,” Richard pleaded, voice ragged, knuckles white in the sheets.
I didn’t hold back. My hands locked on his hips, dragging him back to meet every brutal thrust, the smack of skin on skin echoing through the room.
Each stroke went deeper, harder, my balls slapping against him, my cock vanishing inside that perfect, filthy hole, and I let myself lose control, fucking him like I’d die without it.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, running down his spine, mingling with the mess I’d already made.
Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, balls drawing tight, pleasure building to a breaking point.
I fucked him harder, hips pistoning, hair flying, the heat of his body pulling me in, milking me for everything.
“You want it?” I snarled, bending over him, biting his shoulder, my voice a low, animal thing. “You want me to breed you? Want me to fill you up until you’re leaking for me?”
“Please,” he gasped, voice wrecked, body trembling, ass pushing back to take everything I gave. “Need it. Want to feel you inside me, Ed. Want to be yours.”
That did it. I slammed in one last time, deep and hard, cock throbbing, and spilled inside him, pulse after pulse, thick and endless, flooding his hole, heat blooming between us, both of us howling at the release.
My fingers dug into his hips, holding him steady, milking out every last drop, not letting go until I was sure he had it all.
For a moment, we were nothing but sweat and gasps and the heady scent of sex. Then, not wanting to lose the connection, I slid out slow, watching with filthy satisfaction as my cum leaked down his hairy crack, a mess that only made me harder, made me want more.
“Not done,” I growled, voice ruined, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him onto his back.
He let me, eyes glazed and lips parted, watching as I slicked up his cock with spit and lube, getting him messy, making him glisten.
I straddled his hips, lining myself up, the thick head of his cock teasing my hole, my body aching for the stretch.
“Wanna ride you,” I murmured, sinking down slow, letting him feel every inch, every squeeze, every greedy pull. “Wanna feel you deep—so fucking deep, Rich, wanna feel you ruin me from the inside.”
He groaned, hands landing on my thighs, nails biting into skin, holding me steady as I rocked my hips, grinding down, taking him in all the way to the root.
His cock filled me, stretched me, the hairy base grinding against my hole, making me shiver with every movement.
I bounced slow at first, then faster, using his cock, riding him hard, loving the way he looked up at me, lost, worshipping, mouth open, moans spilling out.
My hands roamed over his chest, playing with his nipples, rolling and pinching them until he squirmed, until his hips bucked up, fucking into me from below.
The rhythm built, the bed rocking with our movements, sweat pooling between us, my own cock hard again, leaking precome that smeared across his abs with every downward thrust.