My Grumpy Old Bear - Jayda Marx Page 0,35

pinched and squeezed the fleshy mounds in greedy fingers. “You like my ass, baby?” Noah asked in a husky voice. I moaned my approval as I sucked him harder. “One day soon I’m gonna take your fat dick in my ass. You’re gonna stretch me out and fill me up.” For such a sweet man he had a filthy mouth and I loved it.

I tightened my grip and pulled his body into me as I lowered my head towards him, taking as much of his length down my throat as I could without gagging. “So good,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. Do you want my cum in your mouth?” I whimpered as I sucked harder. “Yeah, you do. I’m getting close.”

One of his hands released my hair and trailed down to his balls. He hissed as he gave them a gentle squeeze. I let go of his ass and swatted his hand away; I wanted to give him all of his pleasure. I took his sack in my hand and massaged his balls, pulling on his flesh.

“Yes, Brooks,” he panted. I looked up again to find his eyes were shut and his mouth was parted. “Just like that baby. Oh god, I’m gonna come.” His balls lifted in my hand and his dick swelled in my mouth before releasing a powerful burst to the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed his tangy essence as he gave me more. He cursed and moaned as he pumped my mouth full of thick, warm cum, and I drank every drop.

When he was empty and trembling, I released him from my mouth. Just as he had done for me, I licked every inch of his softening cock to make sure I didn’t miss any of his jizz. I wanted it all.

Noah took my hands and heaved me up onto my feet. Without a word, he pulled me back into the shower stall, where the hot water was still running. He kissed me deeply and sloppily as the water ran over us. His arms wrapped around my neck and his fingers played with my wet hair as I copped another good feel of his ass cheeks. Our flavors mingled and mixed on our tongues. We were delicious together.

Just then, my stomach decided to ruin our special moment by letting out a vicious sounding growl. Noah smiled against my lips and pulled away. “I think that’s our cue to get out of here.” He turned the faucet off and led me back into the changing area, where he retrieved my towel from my bag and patted my front dry. He twirled his finger to signal for me to turn around and I held my breath as I slowly spun.

I’d been without a shirt all day, but we hadn’t been in a position for Noah to get a close look at my back; even when he finger painted my back with sunscreen, he’d hugged me from the front. I had a nine-inch scar on my lower back from my surgery that had since turned white and was difficult to see amongst my body hair. That is, unless you were close to it, just as Noah was.

He shimmied the towel over my shoulders and down my back. When he reached the base of my spine, his hands slowed and I knew he’d seen the scar. I waited for his reaction, but never expected the gentle kisses that he placed on the marred skin. My heart swelled at the tender gesture.

Then he popped a wet slap to my ass, drawing a surprised bark of laughter from me before he dried my cheeks and legs. I never knew what to expect from Noah, except that it would be great.

“All done,” he announced and I turned to face him. He handed my towel over but then cocked his head. “Actually, do you care if I borrow that to get back to my clothes?” He laughed at how quickly I wrapped the fabric around his waist; I didn’t care if it was two steps or across the building, I didn’t want his dick on display for anyone but me. He pecked my lips and gave me one of his gorgeous smiles. “I’ll meet you right outside.”

I dressed back in my too-tight shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and walked out front of the building to find Noah waiting on me. I greeted him with a kiss and my stomach growled again.

“Come on, honeybear,” Noah said, taking my hand. “Let’s go