I whitedick looked up at Greg's face
and saw his eyes were closed with a blissful expression on his face,
and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to please this lonely,
gentle man who was so much out of his element in this town. Climbing on my knees in front of Greg, I stopped him from getting on
his knees. "I want you on your back," I whispered.
My
mother asked me to come back home and take over the business. I'd just
broken up with my lover of 9 years and was pretty bored with my routine
job. Though I made a good living, my life had become dull and humdrum.
I couldn't believe how hot I was for this guy. Now that I'd taken the
plunge, I wanted it to go on forever, but I knew that was impossible. I could tell from the way he was thrusting his hips that he was
getting close to the edge, and I knew how close I was.
The pain was
intense but after stopping several times, he finally was fully inside
me. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you
hard whitedick, Dean and you’re going to love it. You’ll be asking for more by
the time I’m done with you, I promise.” He waited, holding his cock
inside me as I felt the pressure and pain of having him deep up my
canal.
A short burst of speed had Anton groan-
ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the
grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear. His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at
the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing whitedick
the stimulation to allow him to get his breath.
