Page 72 of Mother Parker
“Well, I can’t exactly come to work naked, can I?”
He slapped my chest, and the smack reverberated through me, the sizzle of its impact making my cock throb against him.
“I meant the fun side of you, stupid,” he said.
“Oh. I…I guess I buried him a long time ago.”
“Well, I’m happy I unearthed him. Huh. I’m like Indiana Jones, I guess.”
“Are you saying I’m a relic?”
“You’re definitely not a relic…” He put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips. “Grandpa,” he added before he drove me down for a kiss.
I squeezed an ass cheek in retaliation, but that only made his cock stir.
Even though I wanted to keep kissing him, I also needed to feel his bare skin on mine, so I grabbed the hem of his sweater and lifted it off.
Even though he was small—pocket-sized really—he wasn’t all bones. His pecs had some meat on them, and his abs had traces of definition, but the most impressive part of him was the seemingly dozens of butterflies sprinkled all over him. Pink, green, blue, black, purple, and yellow butterflies in different sizes. They not only made me hornier for him but gave me the sudden urge to trace them with my tongue.
“They’re beautiful,” I mumbled, then without missing a beat, I looked at him. “You’rebeautiful.”
He smiled, and his eyes faltered a bit as if…as if he didn’t believe it or didn’t like being called it.
“You don’t think I mean it?” I asked.
He glanced at me, then my chest.
“Oh, I think you do, but…I’ve heard it so many times, I don’t know if it’s true.”
That physically hurt hearing him say that. I thought Hwan had his shit together. I thought he was confident and unapologetic, and it hurt to see that insecurity creep in. Whoever had caused it needed to die a slow and painful death.
“Well, if you won’t believe me, let me show you,” I said and dipped down, trapping the first butterfly between my lips and giving it a swipe with my tongue.
Then I moved on to the next on the left side of his chest. Before I kissed the next one, I sucked on his nipple. His hand came up to my hair, and he pulled as a moan shuddered out of him.
As I worked on kissing all his tattooed critters, I found the buttons on his jeans and undid them one by one. I pulled them down and caught my breath. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock jerked in greeting, and I swallowed down a laugh along with a sliver of doubt and fear still lingering in my head.
“You don’t have to—” he started to say, and his kindness, the care with which he treated me, only gave me fuel, and I caught his crown in my mouth.
My whole body stilled, and I felt the raspy panting shaking Hwan to my core. The salty-sweet nectar dripping from his slit flavored my tongue, shooting shivers of pleasure to my groin.
It urged me on, as did Hwan’s hands pushing me down his length with gentle force. The more I sucked, the more he panted, and the more he panted, the more he pushed. And I loved that I was the cause.
So I pushed myself to the limit, tested my gag reflex, and tried adding my fingers to the mix, pressing my thumbs against his taint. Did all the things that had been done to me and I’d seen done online. Until Hwan pulled me up with heavy-lidded eyes.
“That’s enough. My turn.”
And before I knew it, I was lying back as he undressed me and revealed my cock and the wet patches it had leaked on my groin.
“Oh boy,” he said and puffed some air out with terror in his eyes. “I already feel sorry for my jaw.”
I laughed. He laughed too. It was nice. It was different. It was nice to be having sex with someone and still be able to laugh and crack jokes that didn’t kill the mood.
His smile faded as he wrapped his fingers around my hard cock. Goosebumps raised on my skin, and I stopped breathing. He swiped the wet patches on my groin, and with a heated, shivering breath, took me in his mouth. I all but exploded.
I stayed as still as possible. I didn’t want to come just yet, but I could tell it was inevitable. And the view was intoxicating. His beautiful brown eyes staring back at me, his mouth stretched to the max, my thick meat wedged into him like it hurt.
I’d always had an issue with that. All my exes struggled with my size. They were excited by it at first, but then they’d quickly become disillusioned by the reality.
