I look up at him again to find his lustful stare.
“Open,” he demands hoarsely.
I do so, and he guides his cock to my mouth. The head is spongy but firm as it slips past my lips. Slowly, he pushes his way further into my mouth and doesn’t stop until he meets the back of my throat. He groans, and the sound spurs me on to take more of him.
I pull my mouth back, only to slide him back in again, this time taking more. I still have a couple of inches to go, but I’m determined to take all of him into my mouth.
This time, when I slide his cock back in, I open my throat. It’s difficult, but I manage to get him all the way down, and I feel damn proud of myself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Spencer groans huskily, his hands tightening in my hair. “How in the fuck did you get so good at this?”
I slide him out of my mouth and lift my head. I smile provocatively. “I’ve had quite a few dreams about doing this to you. Not to mention the porn I’ve watched.”
“Fucking hell,” he growls. “You’ve watched fucking porn?”
I slide my hand up and down his wet cock and my smile widens. “Yeah. And I always imagine it’s you and me.”
Suddenly, I’m off my knees and up on my feet facing the bed.
“Hands on the bed,” he grunts behind me.
I immediately bend over, impatient to have him fill me.
When the tip rubs against my opening, he stops before pushing inside and he mutters out a curse. “Shit. Stay exactly like you are. I have to go grab a condom.”
Before he walks away, I grab his hand that’s on my hip. I look at him over my shoulder. “Wait. I’m on birth control.”
The muscle in his arm tenses. “Why are you on birth control?”
I turn my head forward again and mutter, “Bad periods.”
“Why don’t I know about this?”
“Probably because you’re a man and no girl wants to talk to a man about her periods.” I shove my hips backward. “Now can you please fuck me already?”
The words no sooner leave my lips before I’m deliciously full of Spencer. I let out a cry of pleasure and fist the comforter in my hands.
I don’t know if sex for everyone is like this, but I can’t imagine it being so because why in the hell people aren’t doing it constantly is beyond me.
Spencer’s fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me hard and deep, just the way I want it. My moans and his grunts fill the room.
Way too soon, my stomach tightens and sparks of pleasure fly through me. As my orgasm takes control of my body, Spencer’s movements become frantic. He pulls back and thrusts forward so hard my arms are almost knocked out from under me. He holds still, grinding his pelvis into my ass and releases a grunted groan.
His chest meets my back, his forehead between my shoulder blades, as he leans over me. Hot breath tickles my skin, and I feel aftershock jerks of his cock inside me.
“God damn, Aleah, you’re going to put me in an early grave if we keep fucking like that.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Yeah, but wouldn't it be an awesome way to go?”
He chuckles, laying a tender kiss on the back of my neck, before he rises up. “It sure as fuck would.”
He slides out of me, and the remnants of his seed begins seeping down my thighs. I turn around and he grabs my chin, tipping it up for a kiss. “Stay here.”
I watch his fine ass walk out of the room. He comes back a moment later with a wet rag. My eyes follow him as he gets to his knees in front of me and gently wedges my legs apart. The warm rag feels heavenly against my pussy as I hold onto his shoulders while he cleans me. I can’t stop the moan that slips past my lips when he rubs it against my clit.
He looks up, a sinfully sexy smirk pulling his lips up on one side. “Behave. I need time to recover. If you don’t remember, I’m an old man.”
I give him my own sensual smile. “I’m pretty sure you’ll recover fairly fast.” And just because I like to tease him, I tack on at the end, “Daddy.”