Page 42 of Exile

“Keep breathing. Or hold it when you can’t.”

She nodded.

“Open wide,” I ordered.

With her tongue sticking out, I pulled out of her mouth again, watching my cock slide along her tongue. Then, by holding her head in place and pressing her back against the bed, I slid into her with a hard thrust.

“Don’t move,” I told her as I held myself there, my dick buried deep inside her mouth. I grunted, watching as her face turned red before pulling out enough to let her breathe. She didn’t gag or argue, and so I started thrusting again until my cock throbbed.

I didn’t want to come in her mouth. As much as I loved watching her taste and swallow my cum earlier in the car, I wanted it to fill her pussy this time.

I finally pulled out of her, watching strings of saliva mixed with my precum hand from her lips to my tip, and I brushed over her mouth with my thumb to clean it up. I pushed my thumb into her mouth, then pulled her up to stand in front of me.

Before putting my hands on her body again, I took off my shirt and put it to the side where the rest of our clothes were.

“Come here,” I said, placing my hand on her lower back and pulling her flush against my body. Her expression was a mix of desire and uncertainty. Something was bothering her. “What’s on your mind, baby?” I asked as I leaned down to place a kiss on her lips.

Her eyes searched my face before they dropped to my chest. “Is this enough for you? I mean…am I enough for you?”

Her doubtful words stung my damn heart. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…am I giving you enough? Was that good enough?” Her eyes met mine again, worry filling her different-colored irises. “I’m just saying that I really liked it. It was different from what I’m used to, but—”

I covered her mouth with my hand to shut her up. She was talking nonsense. “It was perfect. It felt amazing,” I assured her. “Better than any mouth I’ve ever had around my cock.”

Her gaze studied mine as I kept my hand over her mouth. I lowered my head again to rest my forehead against hers. “You’re more than enough for me, Darwynn.”

“Okay,” she whispered into my palm. She smiled, and I lowered my hand to press another kiss to her lips.

“Now…I need to fuck that tight pussy. Will you let me?”

My hands were on her hips, her naked body still pressed against mine.

“Yes.” She bit her bottom lip, a hint of excitement flashing through her eyes. “Please.”

Chapter 12

DARWYNN

He lifted me by my waist and put me on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at him as he rubbed his hardness, looking like a damn God standing there naked.

I admired every inch of his upper body. From his hard pecs down to his muscular abdomen. How often did he work out? For his age, his body looked very healthy and fit. Clearly, Caspian’s life as a Hollywood actor who always did his own stunts—I fact-checked that—paid off, and even at sixty-one, he carried himself with the confidence and physique of a man half his age. His biceps flexed slightly as he reached for my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed in one swift move.

“You’re staring,” he said, his eyes fixed on my face.

My cheeks flushed, and I pursed my lips before asking, “Can you blame me?”

The low chuckle escaping him made me want to press my thighs together, but I couldn’t because he was holding my legs apart with both hands on my knees.

“Glad you’re enjoying the view. I like mine too,” he said, letting his gaze wander down my body as the tip of his tongue brushed across his bottom lip.

We took each other in, and seeing one another naked started to feel like the most normal thing ever. It didn’t feel forced or weird. It felt natural. As if we were meant to be like this. Together. Naked. And so fucking horny for each other.

“What about a condom?” I asked, breaking the silence.

A grin tugged at his lips. He rubbed his cock as he replied. “I’m clean. And I got a vasectomy done a long damn time ago,” he told me, watching me intently. “But I can still wear one if you want me to.”

He was so caring. Selfless.

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