Page 22 of College Boy

Chapter Thirteen

Emma

“Emma, honestly, you don’t have to do this.”

Mitch’s protests fell on deaf ears, as they were no doubt intended. After all, if she didn’t do something about that raging hard-on threatening to poke straight through his poor sleep shorts soon, the poor guy was likely to flood her entire living room with his pent-up seed.

“I don’thaveto do anything,” she insisted, sinking to her knees in front of him as he sat, uptight and rigid at the edge of his seat. “I want this, Mitch. I want this more than you know, more than you could possibly ever imagine...”

“I can imagine,” Mitch stammered, breath hitching in his throat as she reached for the drawstring around his flat, trembling waist. “I can imagine because that’s just how badly I still want you...”

Emma chuckled, unused to the vibrant energy of a younger man. Make that, amuchyounger man. “Maybe later, slugger,” she teased, making quick work of the loosely tied bow before tugging the waistband loose. “But first, let me have a turn, ‘kay?”

Mitch was nervous, anxious, flawless, perfect, damp hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyes wide and luminous and those big, capable fingers gripping the armrests of his chair. “I mean, what ... what are you going to do to me?”

Emma tugged the waistband down, releasing the thick, purple tip of her lover’s cock as it hummed with youthful, delicious energy. “Whatever the fuck I want, College Boy,” she teased, feeling extra naughty despite the undoing Mitch had helped her experience only moments earlier. “But first, how long’s it been since anyone emptied these bad boys?”

Emma hoisted his thick, heavy sack with one hand while dragging the sleep shorts lower with the other. Her eyes widened in reply, admiring the long, slim curve of her lover’s cock as it grew exposed, inch by veiny, glistening inch.

“Too long.” He grunted, wriggling and hoisting himself slightly up until she’d dragged the shorts over and off his waist and down his long, almost endless legs. “But that’s not why I’m so hard, Emma.”

“No?” she purred, tossing his damp, sticky shorts aside before wriggling atop the throw rug at his feet to bridge the gap between their fervent flesh.

“You’re so hot,” he enthused. “So special, I can’t ... can’t get enough of you. Of this.”

“But we’re just getting started,” she teased, knowing the feeling as she made short work of spreading his thighs all the wider.

“Promise?” he gulped as Emma placed a warm, eager hand on each smooth, silken thigh. They were long and lean, like the rest of him, and shimmering pale beneath her nervous touch.

“Jesus, kid,” she teased, both of them sensitive about the age gap between them. “After what you did to me, and how many times you did it, using only your sticky little fingers? I’m not gonna be done with you until I see what you can do with the rest of your hot, young body.”

Mitch merely nodded, swallowing audibly as her hands slithered up the length of his milky white thighs. “But first, you never answered my question.”

“Which one?” he gasped as her left hand reached out to gently clasp his balls in her greedy little palm. They were thick and meaty, savory with sweat and rich with musk and ripe to bursting.

“You never told me how long’s it been since you emptied these suckers.” Emma wasn’t normally one for dirty talk, but something about Mitch, and not just his age, had her feeling frisky, flirty, and experimental. If she was going to do this, all of this, why not do it to the hilt, right? Really go for broke and suck the life out of this fake spring break, literallyandfiguratively? After all, her own personal college boy had just dirty talked and finger fucked her into multiple orgasms while clinging to her living room curtain rod in the middle of the night, right?

How could she possibly hold back now?!

“I mean, I spanked it just the other night, just in case,” he gushed, the thought of sweet, sexy, slender Mitch pleasuring himself exciting Emma in ways she hadn’t expected, but could no longer deny.

“Just in casewhat, player?” Emma teased, admiring the heft and sheen of her lover’s flesh, dancing from side to side in her sticky little palm. “You got lucky?”

“There’s getting lucky,” Mitch grunted, slithering back toward the edge of his seat as if to fill her very hand with his manly essence, “and then there’s whatever the hell this is. Here. Tonight.”

“Sweet talker,” Emma teased as her right hand slithered past the base of Mitch’s long, curved cock and just above it, twirling and swirling grateful fingers through his sticky brown bush. “It is pretty special, huh?”

Mitch murmured, nodded and moaned as Emma used every skill set she’d acquired in her doomed marriage to tempt and tease the sexy college boy into submission ... and then some. She struggled not to think of her ex as she ran her fingers teasingly through her new lover’s pubic thatch, so musky and exotic beneath her touch. And yet, how could she not? After all, Dave was the only man she’d ever had sex with.

Until now, that is.

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