Page 112 of Cream & Sugar
“Oh, Iam,” I say. With my free hand, I slap his left butt cheek and he grunts with pleasure.
I pick up speed and Shaun grips the table harder, his big arms quivering as the ride gets bumpy. Like a piston, I pump his cock. His shaft is rock hard in my grip. Hot, slick steel. I know he won’t last long if I keep this up. I listen out for the telltale signs he’s about to come as I lose myself to euphoria.
“Fuck, I must be dreaming,” Shaun gasps. “Your cock feels like heaven!”
“It’s all yours,” I say, taking a pause from stroking him to rub my thumb in little circles around the head of his dick.
It’s too much for Shaun. His arms give way and he collapses on the table, his big butt jiggling with the impact. Unable to resist, I grab a handful of his rump and squeeze. Fuck, I love how big he is down there. I can’t wait to bury my face in it again.
“Ugh, yes!” I grunt, fucking him with renewed vigour.
Shaun’s moans grow desperate. He’s fighting for his life down there, holding on only because I told him to. Sensing my own climax drawing near, I pull out of him at the last second, panting.
“Lay back. On the table. Face up.”
Shaun obeys. The table creaks as he reclines, his thick pecs quaking as he shuffles himself comfortable, dick slapping off his broad, furry belly. His skin is flush, face slack and dreamy.
“Legs up,” I command him.
Shaun lifts his legs and I grab onto his calves, crouching slightly to rest them on my shoulders. Oof, they’re heavy. Droplets of sweat fork down my torso as I get into position, my muscles burning under the weight of Shaun’s legs.
“Ready?” He nods, mouth hanging open, showing me that gorgeous pink tongue. I press the head of my cock against his entrance and his hungry eyes burn with longing. His own dick twitches. “We’re gonna come together, okay? Can you hold on for me?”
Shaun swallows, his chest shuddering as he gazes up at me. “C-call… call me a…”
I skim my thumb along the length of his dick. “Tell me.”
He grits his teeth.
“Call me a good boy again.”
Fuck me.
I run my tongue over my front teeth in a tantalising arc, my mind a roaring blur of desire.
“Good…” I slide fully back inside him, “boy.”
Shaun writhes.
“Yes!” he cries as I build up a rhythm, working him from this new angle, aiming where I know he’ll be most sensitive. Shaun’s eyes widen as I fuck him harder. In my peripheral vision, his bare feet flex and spread. He runs his hands through his hair and moans.
Shit, I’m getting close to the line already. I need him with me.
“Touch yourself, Shaun,” I growl. Shaun’s right hand eagerly grips his shaft and starts stroking. His eyelids flicker. “That’s it,” I gasp, taking in his full naked form as he fucks his own hand. “Fucking beautiful.”
Shaun’s face dissolves into bliss as I drive my cock into his prostate, slowing my pace to hard, deliberate thrusts. Head tossed back, he reaches out blindly with his other hand, finding my abs and dragging his palm down the ridges of firm muscle. A salacious smile pulls at my lips. I knew he had a thing for them, ever since I flashed him at the interview. Holy shit, I think we were sitting at this exact table! Guess that was just the preview. Now he’s getting the full VIP experience.
Beneath me, Shaun’s back arches off the table and for a moment I think I’ve lost him, but he somehow refrains from coming.
“Still with me, handsome?” I say, lowering one of Shaun’s tree trunk legs to dangle off the edge of the table.
“Just about,” Shaun’s voice trembles, his breath catching. “Freddie, I’m close. I’m really close.”
The look of broken innocence in his big, honest eyes is sending me.
“Me too,” I say, speeding up my rhythm.
“Really close!” Shaun pumps his cock harder, holding my gaze with that look of sensational lust. He can’t hold back any longer.
