Mr Spencer(57)

My breath catches, and I look up into the mirror. I watch him slowly roll the condom on, putting saliva onto his fingertips before he rubs it into the lips of my sex. He hisses when he feels me. I’m already wet.

He smiles darkly at our reflections, and positions himself at my entrance before he slowly pushes himself inside.

My mouth falls open at the feel of him.

He pulls out and then pushes back in, and he gives me a sexy wink through the mirror.

Unable to help it, I giggle. “You and that wink,” I tease.

He pulls out and then slams in hard, forcing my mouth to fall open.

“No talking while I fuck you.” He smirks.

“Yes.” I smile.

“Yes, sir.”

He circles his cock deep inside of me, and that is one hell of a delicious movement. Before I know it, he has my hip bones in his hands, and he is riding me hard.

His mouth hangs slack as he watches us in the mirror, and I can do nothing but hold on. He hits me hard, his eyes flickering with arousal.

Last night was for me. This is for him.

The sheer pleasure on his face is a wonder. My breasts bounce as he hits me, and I’m totally entranced by the sight of this beautiful man in all his glory.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shudders, as if he’s about to lose control.

He reaches around and circles his thumb over my clitoris, making my body contract.

“Let me have it,” he growls as his cock hits me harder and harder.

“Oh God,” I sigh. “Oh… oh!” I cry out, and I grab the sheets beneath me as an orgasm rips through my body at once. Spencer pushes me down, forcing my arse in the air, and then he takes what he needs.

Deep, hard thrusts hit me until I’m seeing stars. He goes on and on, and then he holds himself deep inside, and I feel him jerk and lose control.

I fall to the bed in a heap. Spencer tenderly kisses my shoulder from behind. “You’re a fucking deviant,” he pants.

I smile against the sheets.

“I think I’m addicted.”





*



The hot water runs over us and I smile against the warmth of Spencer’s large chest. It’s Sunday afternoon, and we are in the shower and in some heavenly alternate universe. Spencer soaps up his hands and begins to wash me again, this is our third shower together. And I have to say, I’m addicted to having someone worship my body under hot water this way.

He rubs his two soapy hands over my breasts.

“Hmm.” He wraps his large arms around me and holds me tight. “I have to go to the pharmacy.”

“What for?”

“Condoms.”

My face falls. “Oh.” I think for a moment. “If you leave now, you can’t come back. The guards will see you.”

He frowns. “Fuck’s sake.” He exhales heavily, turns me, and continues washing my back.

“I don’t like this at all. How long are you going to hide me?” he huffs.

“I could go to the pharmacy?” I offer. “You could stay here and rest. I’ll go with the boys. Just tell me what you need.”

He turns me by the shoulders and smirks down at me. The water is running down over his face. He looks simply gorgeous.

“Don’t you think they’re going to be suspicious of you buying twenty-nine boxes of monster-cock condoms?”

I burst out laughing. “Well, probably, but how about one box of snake-cock condoms instead.” I run my fingers through his stubble. “They’ll stay outside while I go in. I do have some privacy.”

He falls serious as he stares down at me. There’s this feeling of closeness between us that I can’t explain.

“We’re good together,” he whispers.

I smile up at him. “I know.”

He kisses me and holds me tight, and the emotion in his kiss nearly tears my heart wide open.

“What are you going to cook me for dinner?” I ask, just to take the seriousness out of the situation.

He grabs my behind and pins me to the wall. “Cock stew.”





*



Half an hour later, we are sitting downstairs in the living room. I’m wearing a white robe and Spencer is wrapped in a white towel. He’s practically been naked ever since he got here.

He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him. We kiss and he flicks the towel to the side, grinding me over his hard penis.

He lifts my gown so that we are skin on skin. “This beautiful pussy of yours is going to get me in trouble.”

I smile down at him. Who knew I could be so naughty?

“Spencer.”

He bites my neck.

“We have no condoms left,” I remind him.

His mouth begins to ravage my neck, and he growls playfully. I have to get up and run to the kitchen to escape him.

He sprints after me, each of us on either side of the kitchen island.

“When I get you,” he smirks, “you’re going to pay for running away from me.”

I raise a brow. “And what are you going to do to me?”

His eyes blaze with arousal, and he chuckles. “I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock.” He wiggles his sexy eyebrows. “No condoms required for that.”

My mouth drops open and I laugh out loud. This man kills me.