Page 49 of Sunshine & Sinful

Not giving me a chance to say more, Sunshine grips my hips and uses my body like a fleshlight, like he owns it, like it’s his sole purpose in life to feed my pleasure. Forcing me on his cock, my shoulders bang against the cabinet. Guttural moans tear from my lungs as I try to hold myself up, to help, to undulate, to give as good as I get, but Sunshine doesn’t care as skin slaps skin, and he forces me to shatter around him.

On a keening cry, the world blacks out for a moment as blood rushes through my ears. Sunshine slams his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries as I come. Wetness bathes my pussy as he draws my orgasms on and on, hitting the perfect spot as his pelvis rubs the other.

Tongues tangling in a mess of need, tears leak down my cheeks as a dam I’ve spent years building breaks in the center of my chest.

“That’s it, Sweets. That’s it. You’re doin’ so well,” Sunshine praises.

As I come down from my high, legs trembling, I wait for him to get off. To bathe me in his cum.

But he doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t climax.

He peppers kisses across my damp face and slows his ministrations.

“Why aren’t you getting off?” I worry my bottom lip.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean youcan’t?” Am I doing something wrong? Does he need more from me? Is it the bathroom? Is it cause Dark’s in the living room?

“I’m…” Settling my bottom on the vanity, Sunshine massages the bridge of his nose, looking a whole world of uncomfortable as his still-hard cock flexes inside my core.

I drag two fingers down the middle of his pecs, through the dusting of hair, down to his belly button. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna get off. I just can’t sometimes.” He shrugs his big muscular shoulders.

“Is there any way I can help?” I trace around his perfect belly button.

“Let me continue to get you off.” Sunshine waggles his brows.

That’s not good enough.

Squeezing my breasts together, I stare down at the small mounds. “How about these? Do you wanna fuck these?”

He licks his lips. “Sweets. Of course, I wanna fuck your tits. You have the sexiest fuckin’ tits. But not here. If you’re done, we can try again later. Yeah?”

“But… I?—”

With a firm shake of his head, Sunshine cuts me off. “No. This is not a thing. I’m an old man.”

“No. You’re not,” I argue, looking at him as if he’s lost his mind. Sure, he’s older, but he’s not an old man. Oldmen don’t look like him, and they sure as hell don’t fuck like him.

“Yeah, Sweets, I am.” Sunshine chuckles as if he finds me cute. “And sometimes I’m just gonna have to fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, but I’m not gonna finish.”

That doesn’t seem fair.

“Is that okay?” I ask.

Cocking his head to the side, he looks at me funny. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because we’re both supposed to get off.” That’s how this works. Sure, it’s not equal. His one climax versus my fifteen, or whatever crazy number he forces out of me, isn’t the same, but we’re both getting off.

“No. We’re not.” Sunshine takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. The silly organ in my chest does a flip. “I’m never chasin’ my orgasm. I’m chasin’ yours.”

“But what if I?—”

Sunshine shakes his head, effectively cutting me off. “No, Sweets.”

Tracing around his nipples with my free hand, I frown. “Colton, I don’t like this.”

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