Mr Spencer(87)

She takes me into her mouth, and with her eyes glued on mine, she takes me deep down her throat.

Fuck.

My mouth falls open as I watch on. Her eyes are closed.

No man has ever had her before. I had my suspicions. I thought I felt her hymen break but I wondered if it were wishful thinking on my part. Thank God it wasn’t.

She’s mine. All mine.

As she sucks, I close my eyes, and drop my head back. It’s so good.

I need it harder… so much harder. I put my hand over hers as it follows her lips, and I stroke myself harder. “Like this,” I whisper to show her.

She nods and follows my lead, making me hiss in appreciation.

I lift my foot to rest it on the bed next to her. Watching her naked and sucking my cock is too much to bear. I push her back to the mattress and hover over her.

“Open your legs.”

She smiles and arches her back off the mattress. My eyes roam down her body, to large, firm breasts, hourglass hips, and a small patch of perfectly groomed, light pubic hair. Her legs are long, toned, and currently spread wide just for me. But it’s the look of hunger in her eyes that turns me on. She wants me, she wants what I can give her… and only me. Nobody has ever touched her.

She’s every man’s fucking wet dream.

Unable to help it, I take my cock back in my hand and begin to fist it hard. My jaw is clenched as I work myself.

“Touch yourself,” I instruct.

Her eyes widen as I jerk my cock harder. Fuck, I want to come. I want to come looking at her. I want to come on her… in her.

My shoulder flexes as I grip my cock with white knuckle force, and her back arches again off the mattress again.

“Spence,” she pleads. “I need you.”

I grab the lube from the wardrobe as quickly as I can, and squeeze it out onto my fingers then through her soft, wet flesh. It’s practically pulsing beneath my fingertips.

“You feel so fucking good, angel,” I whisper as I bend and take her nipple into my mouth. I suck it hard and slow, just how she likes it.

“Hurry,” she moans.

I smile. This sense of urgency from her is new.

I like it.

“I’ve got to warm you up, baby,” I whisper as my fingers circle through her swollen lips and over her clitoris.

“No, now.”

All I can see is her.

I roll a condom on, climb over her, and spread her legs wider so that they touch the mattress. Then I line myself up at her opening.

“For God’s sake, hurry up, Spencer,” she gasps, frustrated.

I chuckle and lift her right leg, placing her foot onto my chest. Her eyes widen. “This one’s going to be deep, baby,” I whisper. “That okay?”

I see fear flash in her eyes before she disguises it and nods softly.

I pull the end of my cock back and forth through her lips, enjoying the way she hums in appreciation.

Don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her.

The usual mantra runs through my mind. Every time we have sex, I repeat this in my head over and over again. I never want her to be scared of me. I push forward at once, and she cries out as searing pleasure sucks my cock in.

So… wet. So fucking tight. I can feel every muscle inside of her as it contracts and ripples around me.

Mine. I pull out and her eyes dilate. My breath quivers in appreciation.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

I press my hands above her shoulders to pin her in position, and then holding myself up with straightened arms, I pull out and push back in again. My knees are wide to give me better traction.

She moans and her hands go to my behind.

I do it again and again, and soon we have a rhythm, and she begins to thrash beneath me.

“Spence,” she moans.

I clench my jaw to try and hold it, to stop myself from coming, but she’s too beautiful.

I can’t.

The bed begins to hit the wall with force. I bring her other leg up to my chest and we both stop suddenly as our eyes lock.

Her eyes search mine, and she brings her hand up to cup my cheek.

“I love you,” she whispers.

My eyes roll back, and I drop to my elbows to take her lips with mine. Our kiss is soft, hungry, and prolonged. Her hands move to my shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist.

This is what happens with her every time.

She blows my mind with this intimacy thing she has going on. I can’t get enough.

I’m addicted.

She begins to thrash. “Now, Spencer.”

I smile, knowing this is the first time she has begged me for an orgasm. I lift myself and slam in deep. She cries out, so I do it again, and she contracts and clenches around me. My cock jerks and I blow so fucking hard, I roll my head back and moan loudly.

Damn this fucking condom.

And then we kiss, and it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters in my world but her.

I hold her tight and I smile against her lips.

“What?” She smirks.

“You’re getting very good at that.”

“I have a good teacher.” She giggles as she kisses me again.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” I pull out and roll onto my back, bringing her body over mine. I kiss her temple as we lay close. I can feel her heart still beating hard in her chest.