My Grumpy Old Bear - Jayda Marx Page 0,25
cupped his balls in my palm and Brooks moaned. “You like that, baby?” I wrapped my fingers around his sack and pulled gently. “You like it when I play with your balls?”
“Fuck, Sunshine,” Brooks groaned as his eyeballs disappeared into his head.
“Mm, I think that’s a yes.” I massaged his tender orbs until he was panting and leaking pre-cum down the side of his dick. I released his balls to trail my thumb up from his base to his crown, collecting the pearly fluid. I pressed it against his red tip and rubbed smooth circles over his slit. “Does that feel good?”
“Yesss,” he hissed, rolling his head back and forth against the wall. “You make me feel so fucking good, Noah.” I kissed his lips and he whimpered into my mouth as I pressed harder with my thumb and flicked it back and forth over his tip.
“You want me to jack you, baby?” I whispered against his lips. He nodded quickly, gripping my ass so hard it stung, and I loved it. “Or do you want me to jack us?”
“Yes,” he panted. “Fuck yes, Noah.”
He whimpered again when I released his hot flesh to unbutton my jeans. I pulled the zipper down and fished my dick out of my boxers. Brooks’ eyes widened at the sight. I wasn’t nearly as thick as him, but I was just under eight inches long. I always kept my pubes trimmed low, so my cock looked even longer.
“You like it, baby?” I asked, wrapping my fist around my base. Brooks’ hands grappled at the wall as he nodded again. “You see how hard you make me?” I gave myself a slow pull and I thought my man’s eyes would pop out of his head. “Do you want to feel my dick against yours? Feel my hand around us? Do you want me to jack us together until we burst?”
“I’m not going to need you to if you keep talking like that,” he said through ragged breaths. I’d never been shy in the bedroom, and I loved how it affected my man.
Brooks hissed when I pressed our hot lengths together. I wrapped one hand around our bases and the other close to the tips. I moved both hands in unison, pulling every inch of our flesh.
“Holy shit,” Brooks drawled as I stroked us in time. I squeezed my fingers around us and moaned at the friction of not only my hands, but my boyfriend’s cock against mine. His skin was silky smooth, but he was hard as steel at the core. I jacked us as quickly as I could. Sweat beaded on my brow as I worked us with both hands, determined to give my man an incredible experience.
“Noah, I’m not gonna last,” Brooks warned as his eyes rolled back again.
“Come for me,” I pleaded. “I want you to spray your cum all over my dick.”
“Fuck!” Brooks grunted as his cock swelled in my hand. His flesh jerked in my hold and his warm seed trickled over my dick and between my fingers. It slicked my palms and I jerked us even faster.
“So fucking sexy for me baby,” I crooned, working our dicks and sweating harder. “God, your cum makes the best lube.” Brooks mumbled every swear word I’d ever heard (and a few I think he made up) under his breath as his eyes screwed shut so hard they nearly disappeared into his forehead. “Oh yeah…” I grunted as my balls lifted and rolled. “Gonna come, baby. Gonna come for you. Brooks!” My dick erupted, coating my hands in more thick, white liquid.
I slowed my wrists and let loose of our softening dicks, trying to collect as much fluid in my palms as possible so I wouldn’t make a mess of our clothes. “I’m going to grab a paper towel to clean us up, okay?” The only response I got from Brooks was something between a grunt and a whine.
I jogged to the sink and dumped the liquid into the basin before scrubbing my hands with soap. I wet a towel and wiped down my dick before tucking myself back into my underwear and zipping up. I wet another paper towel and stepped back to Brooks, who hadn’t moved, and whose eyes were still squinted shut as he panted big puffs of breath.
“Brooks, can you look at me?” I was a little worried about him. He slowly peeled his eyes open, but they were unfocused and he looked as if he might pass out.