Page 85 of Bump and Run
“I... I... I went with Kit,” Jones admitted. I stared down at his ass. Both cheeks were beginning to bloom bright red with my handprint. “Charlie?” He glanced over his shoulder.
I shook my head. “You and Kit?”
“Um, yes.” He turned around and sat down on the bed. “It was his idea. He thought it would be nice to surprise you on our wedding night. Are you mad?”
I kissed his lips gently. “No, Jonesy, I’m not mad. I’m sorry I spanked you.”
“I liked it.” Jones turned beet-red, a flush crawling over his chest and up his neck. “I liked it, Charlie, and I hope that you’ll do it again.”
I growled as I stood up, pulled off the rest of my clothes, and dropped them on the floor.
“Turn around for me,” I instructed.
I quickly found the bottle of lube. The sight of Jones on all fours, his ass in the air, had my already hard cock itching to be inside of him. I slowly removed the toy inside his tight hole and listening listened to the soft moans he made.
“My good boy,” I purred and watched goosebumps break out over Jones’s skin.
“Are you going to put your penis inside of me?” Jones whimpered when I pressed the tip of my cock against his perfect little hole. “God, I want it so bad.”
I wrapped an arm around his waist. “You want this?” I pushed inside, the lube from the toy making it easy to slip in. “You want my cock?”
“Yes.” Jones pushed back, and suddenly I was all the way to the hilt. “It feels so good, Charlie. You fill me up. I want to get on top next time.”
I yanked him up onto his knees. “Yeah, Bashful? You want to ride my cock? Make yourself come all over me?”
“Yes, that. I want that.” He gripped my arm with his fingers. “I love this with you. The way it feels. How you fit perfectly inside of me.”
I bit down on his shoulder when Jones began to slip up and down my length. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. My perfect, good boy. You take me so well.”
“I always want to be your good boy,” he whispered, and when I began to fuck him, Jones begged me for more.
He cried out as I hit his prostate over and over again, his blunt nails buried in my skin. I told him he was a good boy. How much I loved him. And that he was mine, only mine, and no one else would ever be good enough for me.Just Jones. When his back bowed and a low moan escaped his throat, I knew Jones was going to come.
“That’s it, Bashful. Come on all over my cock. Tell everyone how good I make you feel.” I licked his earlobe. “I’m going to fill your little hole with all my cum.”
A loud whine suddenly escaped his throat. Jones’s body trembled against me as his release hit him, and that pushed me over the edge behind him. I gripped Jones so tight I wondered if I hurt him, my teeth still buried in his shoulder. When we were done, my spent cock slipped out of him, and I helped Jones to his feet. I moved him to the bathroom, his legs shaky and sat him down on the lid of the toilet.
“Was that good, Charlie?” He looked up with big, wide hazel eyes. “Was I your good boy?”
I smiled and cupped his head in my hands. “Bashful, you’re always my good boy. You made me feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”
“We can do it now if you want. I think I’d like that.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. Besides, we have years of sex ahead of us.”
Jones nodded. “We do, but I...” He blushed and dropped his gaze.
“What do you want to say, Jonesy?” I gripped his chin and forced him to look back at me.
He swallowed nervously. “I like it when you fuck me.” His voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. That word coming from his lips was dirty and sexy.
“You do?” I whispered.
Jones nodded.
“Good thing I like fucking you, Bashful. It’s my favorite thing.” I smiled and kissed his mouth. “And as much as I would like to do it again, we need to wash up and get ready for tonight. We have a big announcement to make.”
Jones followed me into the tub, his arms wrapping around my waist. He leaned his chin against my chest as he gazed up at me. “But when we get home? You’ll do it again?”
