Deacon - Nicholas Bella Page 0,54
to be at least eleven inches and with a circumference that would split a virgin in two. I could feel the thick veins under the velvety flesh and I liked it. I had been fucking so many pretty boys, dandies, if you will, for so long, the thought of taking a stallion like Elliot had never crossed my mind. As I stroked his cock, I began to become obsessed with fucking him. I wanted to see my cock disappear between his meaty mounds. I wanted to cum inside of him and I wanted him to cum from my cock working him over.
Elliot’s head was back as he moaned from the pleasure I was giving him. “Ahhh yeah, that’s it.”
The water splashed along with my movements and my sleeve was soaking wet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him cum, to see the milky whiteness float to the top of the murky water. By how hard his cock was growing in my hand, I knew that he was close to that all too perfect moment.
“Darling?”
I looked up to see my wife standing in the doorway. Still, I continued to stroke Elliot.
“What?”
Charlene’s mouth was parted slightly, but she closed it. “Breakfast is almost ready,” she said, then she turned and left.
I believe she used the excuse to tell me that breakfast was almost ready, instead of ready, just to see what we were doing in here. Well, she got her answer. I looked back down at Elliot, his mouth was wide open and he was panting heavily. His breath was rank, but that was to be expected. Soon, his life on the road would be a thing of the past.
“Oooh, ahhhhh, fuuuck!” he growled, then gripped the edge of the tub. The water splashed a bit more as he jerked during his climax.
I enjoyed how stiff his cock became in my hand right before the moment he spilled his seed. I smiled when I saw the strings of white pearls floating in the water. Elliot huffed, then fell back limp into the tub, his chest heaving. I pulled my hand from the water and rung out my sleeve.
“That… that was amazing,” Elliot said.
I looked at him. “Have you ever been fucked?”
“Normally, I do the fucking.”
“When my cock is hard, I do the fucking,” I told him. “Answer my question.”
He licked his lips and sighed. “Not for a long time, but yeah, I’ve been buggered.”
“Did you like it?”
He shrugged. “It was all right. The bastard came fast.”
“I won’t be coming fast,” I told him.
He leaned a little closer to me. “Neither will I.”
I smiled, then rose and adjusted my very hard cock. “Finish bathing.” I walked out of the bathroom and found my lovely wife in the kitchen. I pressed my hardness against her firm and luscious arsecheeks.
“Why not take care of that with your new friend?” she asked me as she sliced the bread.
I chuckled. “Jealous, my love?”
She scoffed. “Of that brute? Do not be ridiculous, Deacon. I am far too accustomed to your lecherous ways. Libertine.”
“Was that your way of insulting me, love? Are you certain you are not cross?” I asked, then grinded my cock harder against her.
She placed the knife down and turned to face me. “Would you even care if I were?”
I looked down at her and I could smell her rage, knew she hated when I shared my body with another, but she also knew she could never stop me from doing so. Still, I had to make sure my wife was satisfied. “No,” I said, simply, because it was true.
She turned back around, but I pushed her face-first on the table and began to rip her gown. Thank goodness she wasn’t fully dressed. Far too many laces, bodices, and undergarments to bother with undoing the proper way. Not when my dick was this thirsty for release. I’d ripped through plenty of her garments in the past. Charlene didn’t move, as I knew she wanted me to do this. She loved when I claimed her with my sexual aggression. I threw the shreds to the floor once her pale arse was bared to me. I loved arse, no such reason to deny it. The curve of it, the firm softness and most gloriously, what was between the mounds. The place where my cock slid into and found the most delightful pleasure. But her arse wasn’t what I wanted at the moment.
I removed my cock from my breeches and rammed my wife’s pussy, sliding into her