Page 75 of Shake Your Boo Thang

He flaps a hand at the bedside table and I open the drawer, triumphantly pulling out a foil packet, then squeaking when he pulls me down on top of him.

“So you want to ride me, do you?” he asks in a deep, rumbling voice that has me shuddering with need.

“You bet your bippy I do.”

He blinks at me in confusion. “You have some of the oddest expressions.”

I arch my eyebrow. “I have some odd expressions? Sir, I think we could take a tally on both sides, don’t you?”

He rolls his eyes, then reaches down and lightly smacks my ass cheek. I gasp and he grins.

“Why don’t you let me get you ready for this rodeo?” he says, his voice sultry and tantalizing.

That Scottish accent isn’t playing fair in the bedroom. It’s too darn sexy.

I lick my lips. “Oh, are you talented at that?”

He narrows his eyes. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He reaches over and pumps a generous amount of lube into his hand from his very conveniently placed bottle on his nightstand.

Good job, Callum.

He moves his unlubed hand down to squeeze my ass cheek and uses the other to swipe a slick line down my ass crack. I gasp, and his finger traces up and down, teasing over my hole but not yet giving me what I want. I moan with need.

The arms I’ve been using to try and hold myself up give out on me entirely, and I let myself enjoy Callum’s sensual exploration.

I quickly learn there are some serious advantages to being with an older man.

Callum takes his time with me, slowly circling my entrance and tapping my puckered hole, sending vibrations through my entire body. The whole time he watches me, gauging my reactions and modifying his gentlemanly attentions to give me more of what I like.

He isn’t in a hurry. Instead, he’s entirely absorbed in getting me ready in a manner that’s highly enjoyable, building the anticipation for us both rather than rushing to the finish line.

Now, don’t get me wrong. It can be fun to have it fast and a little rough sometimes, but my taste for it has admittedly declined in recent years. I still enjoy a good hard fucking, but it’s always so much more enjoyable when I’m appropriately prepared for it—and that takes time.

With gentle but determined focus, Callum presses a finger inside me and I concentrate on letting my muscles relax. With his other big, warm hand, he strokes my back.

“That’s right, beautiful. There’s no rush. Let’s properly loosen you up for me.”

My channel relaxes its tight grip after a moment, and he starts sliding his finger in and out of me. Once he gets two of them inside me, I gasp at the feeling of fullness. Callum’s fingers are long and thick and already have me salivating at the idea of what his cock will feel like.

Then he crooks his fingers and makes contact with my prostate. I darn near pull a muscle with the whiplash I give myself. “Oh, sweet heavens!”

“You like that, do you?” Callum says, clearly proud of himself.

I stick out my bottom lip and blow out air to move the damp hair from my eyes. “Is the sky blue, honey? Of course I like it, so get back to work.”

He chuckles and starts thrusting both fingers in and out of me. The lewd noise of his actions echo in the room, turning me on even more. My cock is so hard it aches by the time he’s able to get a third finger inside me, barely.

That’s when I’ve had enough.

I reach back and remove his fingers, then sit up. “That’s enough. I’m ready,” I pant.

Callum frowns. “Are you sure?”

I smile. “Trust me, sugar. I know my body.” I tilt my head to the side. “If that’s what you still want?”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls.