I drop the spare condoms to the ground, keeping one. Tearing it open, I roll it down my cock as I pop the lube open with my other hand, pouring it directly onto my sheathed dick. Then I stroke, and she puckers her ass, and god, I can’t wait another second.
She lets go of a wild, raspy moan the moment my lips come to her ass. She’s tangy and smooth, and the way she whimpers in delight as the tip of my tongue dips in and out of her tight hole makes me leak–good thing I’m rubbered up.
I lavish her ass with my tongue and lips, driving two fingers inside her wet, open pussy the more she writhes against me. I could make her cum like this, but I wanna feel that little cunt seize all around me and milk me for every drop.
“Don’t cum,” I warn as I curl two fingers deep inside, my knuckles nudging her clit. She bears down, grinding against my fist as I tickle her sweet spot.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice trembling with her need to let go. I get to my knees behind her, sliding my length inside her pussy, inch by inch. She moans, pleads, and whines; as soon as I’m fully seated, she cums.
Her walls tighten and flex, her cries of pleasure piercing the otherwise quiet room as I hold myself buried deep. Every time she seizes around me, my cock twitches, and my balls ache because I’ve been edging all night, mentally, and now that I have her like this, I can’t help it.
“Fuck!” I groan, smacking her ass hard as her horny little pussy continues milking and coaxing me.
I’m about to bite into my bottom lip and call in the fuckin’ reserves to stave this off—thinking about knitting—when she glances at me over her shoulder, biting into her swollen bottom lip. “Use my mouth,” she breathes, “take off the condom and use my mouth.”
“Turn around,” I grit out, and as she does, I yank the condom off and grip the base of my cock, waiting for her open mouth. When she gives it to me, I slide the crown onto her tongue, her dark green eyes glistening up at me. She’s too beautiful; I’m too fuckin’ happy and way too fuckin’ close.
“Fu-uck!” I growl as I wrap my palm around her throat while holding my cock steady with the other hand. Then I fill her mouth; my cock spasms as my balls empty themselves in long, thick ribbons of cum. She swallows without choking, and when a single bead of cum slips past her lips, I use my thumb to bring it back to her. She licks it up with ease as I take my cockhead out of her mouth and lift her up to me.
Moving to kiss her, she puts her hand up between us, blocking our mouths. “Wait—I just swallowed your cum.”
I shrug. “Like before, I don’t give a fuck. It’’s mine.” Then I seal my mouth to hers, and we kiss, and my cock stirs because, with her, even grandpas can go back-to-back. But I’d still like that shower.
“Come on. Let’s go shower then finish off the French silk pie Mom sent home with us.”
She wiggles her brows. “Oh, yeah…” she glances around the room. “Can we eat it in bed while we watch murder documentaries?”
I wrap my palm around her throat and take her mouth in a short kiss. “Of fucking course we can.”
And I don’t bring it up in the shower, but she ate so good at dinner. And I feel good about therapy, and she’s thriving with it.
I think we’re gonna be just fine.
twenty-five
goldie
Call in sick
Four weeks later.
“Fuck pilates and spin,” I pant to Beck, who is jogging alongside me. “And fuck this.”
We stop, both of us gripping our knees, bent over like total fuckin’ grannies as we attempt a five-mile run.
“My tits hurt,” she complains.
“Everything hurts,” I join.
She pulls a bottle of water from some banded contraption around her waist and pops the top. “Want a squirt?”
I open, and she shoots water into my mouth, making me cough and her laugh. When I’ve wiped my chin and blotted my eyes, I stand straight, pushing sweat off my forehead.
“Why are we doing this again?” I ask as Beck takes a drink of water and slides it back into her hip belt.
She starts jogging, so I follow. “To get toned, and for you, well, moral support because you don’t need any toning.”
The last four weeks have been a whirlwind. I’m deep into things with Dr. Longo and I absolutely love my job. Between those two things and Atticus, I don’t have time for exercising until I hit a certain caloric deficit goal that makes me feel okay about eating normal food.