There was something so incredible about watching him slowly stroke his cock. The way the purplish head disappeared into his strong fist, then peeked over the top, winking at me.
His eyes closed and his head tipped back, the strong cords of his neck standing
out with every breath he took. It was incredible, the way his body was perfect in the early morning light, the arch of his feet as he leaned back in his chair, the curve of his hip blending into his ass, where I longed to bury my aching cock.
It was torture watching him, but so delicious a torment. I wanted him so much, but I wanted to watch every second of his pleasure. The slightest part of his lips as he gasped for air. The tiny jerks of his hips, driving his cock into his fisted hand. The way he cupped his balls, massaging the firm sac in his hand as he stroked faster and harder.
His groans filled the stillness of the room.
I wanted him, needed him. But it was too soon.
Over and over his cockhead winked at me, precome glistening in the morning light. The urge to taste him, to feel his come sliding down my throat, was strong, but I waited … breathless for him to tell me to. Hands fisted at my sides, I waited.
“Oh fuck, lover, I’m gonna come.”
At last. Kneeling before him I watched as his hands quaked, sliding up and down his hard cock almost in a blur of motion. His hips rocked in the chair, its leather surface creaking at the force of his motions.
“Now, baby. Now,” he gasped. Leaning down, I sucked his cockhead into my mouth as the first jet of come left him. Swallowing the salty ambrosia, I captured the next jet and the next, not allowing even a tiny drop to leak from my mouth. I wanted it all, needed it all.
As his orgasm subsided, I sucked harder, greedy to milk the last drop from his softening cock. Pulling back, I leaned down to his balls, licking the precome from his flesh, savoring the tang his sweat added to his skin.
My cock ached, I needed to feel his tight ass squeezing me. Standing up, I moved back, letting him see the bulge in the front of my jeans. As his eyes widened, I unbuttoned then and slid them down my hips and kicked them across the room. Grasping his hand, I pulled him from the chair and turned him around.
Pushing him to lay over the armrest, I moved behind him, parting his legs enough that I could slide in. Rubbing my leaking cockhead against his cleft, I smiled as he trembled.
“Yes,” he gasped, “fuck me. Jesus do it now … FUCK me!”
Grasping my cock, I guided it carefully to his perfect rosebud and slid forward, impaling him on my cock. The tightness of his asshole swallowed me and for a moment I was dizzy with the intensity of his clenching.
Smacking his ass, I growled, “Relax, damn you. I can’t get more than an inch in.”
As his ring relaxed, I slid in another inch. Then another. “Oh yes,” I muttered.
Pumping my hips hard, I slid all of my length into his tight ass, the velvety flesh wrapping around me, clenching over and over.
Rocking my hips, I slid in and out of his ass, watching my cock disappear into the puckered hole, slid back out, then in again. The sight was perfect, the contrast of pinks and purples where our flesh joined.
“Harder,” he gasped, demanding more of me. Images of his teasing filled my mind. I was determined to get even, to make him as wild as I was.
Grinding my hips against the soft flesh of his ass, I worked my cock in and out of his ass, his groans once again filling the room. The rhythm of our bodies had the chair creaking beneath our weight and motion. Smacking his ass slightly, I gasped as he suddenly clenched tight, the feeling more intense than before.
“YES! Smack my ass, baby. Make it burn.” Slapping his ass again, I bit back a moan as he clenched me again. Soon flowing into a rhythm, I thrust hard against him, then pulled out a bit, smacking my hand over his reddening flesh as I slid in. The tightness that enveloped me was incredible. I never wanted it to end, but I knew that soon it would.
Pumping harder into his tight ass, I worked us both into a state of blind lust. We didn’t care about anything but fucking each other into mindless oblivion.
I could feel him rubbing his cock against the firm leather beneath him. Slick with his sweat and precome, I could only image how it felt, wet and warm, against his cock.
Arching back against my thrusts, he rocked forward with each withdrawal, forcing me to take him harder and harder. Pumping as fast and hard as I could, I knew I was going to be sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed to fill his ass with my come.
My hand landed again. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was barely muted by our moans. Smack. Thrust. Smack. Thrust. It was a steady rhythm, older than time, but still intense.
I felt my balls tighten and knew it was almost over. Drawing it out as long as I could, I pumped hard and fast into his rosy ass. He clenched me tight and I saw stars. Thrusting deep, I ground my hips against his ass as I came. Pulling back slightly, the warm jets of my come filled his ass and leaked down the crack of flesh, coating us both with the sticky essence of our passion. Grinding his hips against the chair, I felt the moment he came. His whole body tightened under mine, then suddenly went limp.
Collapsing against his back, I lay there for a few moments, gasping for breath. Smoothing my hand down his reddened flesh, I gently caressed his ass checks, cupping them and soothing them.
“Damn, baby,” he whispered, “that was … oh god, that was … incredible.”
“Mmmm,” I murmured. “You are such a delightful tease.”
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