It was late afternoon, Mr. Stark had just gotten home. I was on the bed scrolling through social media while Mr. Stark got undressed. After finishing undressing, Mr. Stark came and laid next to me. He put his hands on my thigh and started to kiss my neck. As he sucked on my neck his hand made its way up my thigh. He placed his hand around my bulge. "Mr. Stark." I moaned, breathlessly. He removed his hand from my bulge and, instead, move it up into my shirt, sliding his hand across my stomach. He pulled away to remove my shirt and pull down my PJ shorts, revealing my semi-hard penis. He, again, started to suck on my neck, only this time jerking of my cock instead. Pure pleasure swelled up inside of me at the touch of his lips on my neck and his hand around my dick. After just few just a few seconds of jerking, I moaned aloud: "I'm gonna c-" but before I could finish the sentence I already ejaculated on Mr. Stark's hand. He took his hand away and licked the cum of it, "Sweet." he commented about the taste. "Why don't we try something else tonight? Riding, maybe?" Mr. Stark suggested. "Yea, let's do it." I agreed, excitement swelling in my chest. Mr. Stark laid down on his back, lifting his butt just a little to pull down his underwear. His 8 inch sprung up from the release of the fabric. I got on top of Mr. stark, my legs sitting on each side of his hips. I lifted my butt to insert him inside of me. The pink tip of his hand pressed against my unshaven hole. He slid up, inside of me, as I began to sit down. Mr. Stark put his hands around my hips, keeping me still, as he started to thrust softly before I could completely sit down. I looked down to Mr. Stark he stared back at me, his eyes filled with lust and appreciation. Mr. Stark took his right hand away from my hip and put his index finger in my mouth. I sucked on his finger while he fucked me. I moaned small, soft moans as he hit my prostate with every thrust. The familiar sensation - of what I have not felt in a while - of Mr. Stark sliding past my walls. I could feel him moving inside of me, exit and entering. Sweat started trickling down my chest and abs and face as the thrusting continued. Sweat dripped down my chin, falling onto Mr. Stark's stomach and my brown hair damp from sweat. Every few thrusts a small, deep moan would escape Mr. Stark's mouth. Sweat trickled down down his forehead as he railed me. Mr. Stark started to pick up pace, just a little, but not too much. Smaller, quicker, panting moans started to leave my mouth as he fucked me harder. The room and surroundings faded as my orgasm swelled in my stomach, and no longer being able to contain it: I came. I threw my head back in pleasure as Mr. Stark came as well. I could feel him shooting up into me as my cum splattered across his chest. Mr. Stark pressed my hips down and thrusted 3 more deep thrusts into my body...
