Gay Sugar Daddy

14

"This is better than your mouth." He lets it out in a sigh while I continue riding him in a steady pace. His hands are still resting on my hips, assisting me with my movement.

"Is it better than anal?"

He grins, "It's too early to give my conclusion."

I want to give more to help him conclude but my movement has somehow slowed down because I'm a bit tired and lacked of energy.

I did ten laps just now so my legs can't really take this. Who told him to cook so much for breakfast that I feel guilty for eating like a pig so I decided to do that much swimming.

There goes my goal to give him the best first time. I knew this is a bad idea. I should've just given him another head and do this when I'm fully charged.

Suddenly he flips me around, putting me on my back as he smirks with his dick still in me, "What happened, Precious? Tired?"

Before I can answer him he has already charged himself in and out in a fast, sloppy pace. It's so fast that he lets himself out just a few inches before slamming right back in, and continues to fuck me like he means it. This is the guy who loves to be a bottom? Really?

"The way you grip my cock right now," he grunts in between thrusts, grabbing each of my thighs so I won't move much, ensure I'm wide spread and leaving ample space for him to move.

I wait for what's coming after what he said, I want to know what happens from the way I grip his cock, but nothing comes after that but just more pants and sighs.

I feel my orgasm coming close when he keeps a steady rhythm while hitting that one spot over and over again. He lets out a few more noises as I make my own, that at one point he takes my jaw and attacks my lips, kissing me, perhaps letting go of those tension built between us.

I latch on his arm the moment I come, needing something to hold onto while I ride the bliss. It's good. It's really good. He fucks like a real man despite being gay.

Shit. Did I just say that? Fuck like a real man? He is a real man, Estelle!

"Did you just come?" He asks as he slows down his speed.

I nod, and after a moment I finally speak, "Yeah."

"I thought you did. Can you tell me if you come again? Before you come again?" Hm?

"I wanna catch that feel. And bottle it for memories, in case I won't fuck a woman again after this."

I giggle at how cute he is, "Okay."

"One more, then?"

I giggle again, how much cuter can he be?

All of a sudden he flips me like a pancake, that I now lie on my stomach. It's so fast I don't think it's cute anymore. He could've broken my bone or something!

He kisses my shoulder blade down to my back as one of his hands pulls my body up so I'd stick my ass in the air, preparing me for a doggy.

And when I feel his cock sliding through the crack of my ass cheeks, I get nervous. No. Don't go there, Owen. Don't you fucking dare go to the wrong door.

"Owen!" I shout his name when he nudges that one hole, my right hand flies to my ass, wanting to shield that precious hole, forbidding him from probing that entry.

"Shit I forgot." He sighs, showing an obvious guilt on his face.

Knowing this is his first time, and I want to make it a memorable one, I neglect my annoyance and try my best to control my emotion, "It's okay, just go down the road, and you'll find the right one."