“Please,” she begs, flopping her bottom lip in a pout. “I need to know you want me as badly as I want you.”
I guess we’re doing this because no way in hell am I saying no to her.
With unsteady hands I undo my top button and slide my zipper down carefully, making sure to not hurt my already throbbing cock. She watches me with wide-eyed fascination.
I don’t think dicks shrink with age, but now I’m nervous as hell my nineteen-year-old cock won’t hold up well against the twenty-nine-year-old version.
“Don’t be shy,” she giggles, since I’m clearly hesitating.
I take a deep breath.Fuck it.My hand reaches inside my boxer briefs and wraps around my shaft, giving it a firm pump for good measure before I whip it out.
Her mouth drops open at the sight of it and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
What the fuck am I doing?
“It’s even bigger than I remember,” she says with a sigh before licking her lips.
My shoulders drop some of the tension that had built up. Better than saying it got smaller, at least.
She shoots me a sly smile. “If you want to keep watching me, then I get to keep watching you. We do it together. It’ll beour birthday gifts to each other. And if you’re a good boy, you’ll come at the same time as me.”
Best birthday gift I’ve had in years.
She never used to say ‘good boy,’ and now she’s said it twice.
I think I like it.
“I’ll fuck my fist, if that’s what you want querida mía. Anything for you.”
“Good.” She tosses her head back as she pushes the vibrator in deeper. “Come with me.”
I pump my cock, already so close it’s embarrassing. “Tell me when you’re close,” I say through a clenched jaw. “I’m not going to last long. My cock has been hard for you for so goddamn long,” I admit.
“I’m close. I’ve been touching myself every night you’ve been here just to stay sane.”
Jesus Christ. Now she tells me? She’s trying to kill me. I’ve been sleeping on the couch downstairs for almost a week, meanwhile she’s up here touching herself.
I jerk my cock faster. “Next time, tell me. Might as well use me if I’m here.”
“Dominic, baby.” She gasps. “I’m going to come.”
Thank God. I’m going to come any second. “Me too, I’m right there with you,” I rasp.
She spreads her legs wider, pumps the vibrator harder. “Come on me. I want your cum on my skin.”
The woman isn’t real, she’s a fantasy I created. I had to have. I’m dreaming.
“Please come on me,” she begs as her body arches off the bed, the orgasm ripping through her.
Please.
I walk the two small strides it takes to stand over her on the bed, and just as I do, cum spills out of my cock in ropesand lands over her breasts and stomach. Her hooded eyes watch, transfixed.
Just when I think my mind can’t be anymore blown than it already is, she takes a finger and swipes at my cum that’s landed on her nipple. Spreading it, she paints it over her breasts, before bringing the tip of her finger to her mouth and tasting it.
“Mmm,” she moans. “So good.”
I’m so fucked, it’s not even funny.
