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“Ok?” he asks, rubbing a hand on my back.

“More, god, please more,” I beg. I need to feel filled, like there is a giant chasm inside of me that is empty, alone, that I never realized was there until Ben showed me and now I need… I need him.

“Patience, Geoff, such a good, obedient boy. Doing everything I say, so good. I want this to be perfect for you,” he croons, and I relax into the bed, into the stance and yield.

A second finger slides in, and he stills, letting me pant my way through the slight burn until I just feel full, and I push back again.

“Oh god, so good, feels so good, Ben, yesssss,” I babble, and he starts to slowly move those fingers, sliding, spreading them as I groan. My fingers are grabbing at the bedspread, kneading it as he works me open. “Ahhh,” I moan. “More, please, please, more.”

A third finger joins, and I breathe through the initial stretch, then my hips move, trying to suck his fingers deeper. I want his cock so badly. “Now please, please Ben, please now, please.”

“You need to take four so I don’t hurt you,” he croons and takes my breath away as the thumb from his other hand slides in.

“Oh,” I groan, the stretch intense, and for a moment I am not sure. I pant. I didn’t realize he was this big. Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe I should say stop… and then it is bliss and I’m floating and begging as he pumps into me. “Oh fuck, it’s so good, it feels so…”

His fingers withdraw and I moan in objection, but he gently flips me over and props up my ass on a pillow. He slides between my raised thighs and kisses me deeply as he lines his already-covered cock with my quivering hole. Pulling his face back, he stares into my eyes as he enters me.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he croons. “I need to see your pretty face as I fuck you.”

Oh holy fuck, my eyes want to roll back in my head as his cock fills me, but I make them stay on his. It’s so perfect, he’s banishing that emptiness as he bottoms out inside me, his thighs pressed against my ass, his balls soft against me. I’m babbling, words of bliss pouring from my lips. His mouth covers mine, sucking my tongue, biting my lips as he starts to move. Oh god, I’m so full, he’s inside me, and I’m flying.

His pace is slow, gentle, and I gasp as my hips start to rise to meet his, my legs wrapping around his waist as we join together, tighter, deeper with each thrust until his pace becomes harder, faster and soon we are slamming together. Our slick bodies crash as we become frantic, desperate to somehow get deeper, get inside each other, merge our bodies, our very DNA. My hands are scrabbling at his back, his ass, his shoulders. He grunts, growling with each flex of his hips, his hands on my shoulders, pressing me into the mattress then his hands move to my head, turning my face so his mouth can pillage mine.

He changes his angle, shifting his hips a little lower and BANG he hits my prostate and I see stars, yelling, bellowing as his cock strokes it, bangs on it, over and over and my throat is becoming raw with my howls. My climax grips my body, making my back arch with my head thrown back then I’m folding inward, my head in his neck as I bite and cling to his back with my hands digging into his ass as if I can press him any deeper inside me than he already is. My cock throbs between us, my cum coating my stomach.

He roars and grinds into me, pumping once, twice, then again before his body locks in pleasure and his cock pulses inside me.

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BEN

I’m not sure how long I lay collapsed on top of him, my cock still embedded in his ass. His teeth gripping my shoulder.

At some point, awareness returns, and he releases me, collapsing under me, arms and legs flopping onto the bed. I reach down and hold the condom so I can pull free of him, tie and drop it on the floor. He moans at the loss. I kiss his lips, long and slow, and move onto the bed so I can pull him into me, holding him tight, and I’m not sure which of us needs it the most.

I’ve topped guys before and I’ve never lost control like that. Never wanted to pound until I can’t think, just feel, get my cock in as far as I can, sink into him, become part of him. Watching him fall apart under me, I fell apart too. And he came, came so hard, just from my cock. I ignore that little voice reminding me that he is twenty-one and can likely cum from a fly landing on his tip. I shove that nastiness away. He seduced me first. He wants me. Thirty-nine-year-old me.

I run my hand up his back, into his hair. Kissing his forehead. When he finally looks up at me, his beautiful blues are watery. I wait, giving him space to say what he is thinking.

“Is it always that way?” he asks. I don’t answer right away. For me, the answer is easily ‘no’. It has never been that way, but this was his first time.

“This was the best I have ever, ever had,” I admit finally.

“It’s never been like this before,” he whispers. “I mean, with women. I’ve never cum that hard, never felt so… close. Like I can’t get close enough.” He turns those watery eyes up again. I can’t bear the intensity, so I kiss him again.

He traces fingers over my arm, up my deltoid, onto my shoulder. Onto the place that bears an imprint of his teeth.

“I bit you,” he whispers.

I grin. “You did. Made me cum,” I confess. “Bad boy.”

He grins back. “The worst.”

“We should clean up,” I murmur, not moving to separate us.

“I got tested,” he says suddenly. “I should have told you sooner. No need for a condom next time.” He blushes. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to…”

“Oh, good boy,” I kiss him again. “I don’t need to tell you there will be a next time.”