SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+

Chapter Five

KELSEY

I've never swallowed cum before.

I know I can be wild and freaky at times, but swallowing a dude's cum is something I never felt inclined towards doing. I admit-- I found it gross. Sierra loves doing it, but that's on her. She's a weirdo.

But, I just gulped Roy's seed down my throat. He literally nutted into my mouth and on my face, sending jolts and jolts of his sticky white gooey stuff as though he hasn't been sucked off in ages. And maybe that is true. Maybe I'm the first woman to ever blow him off and his ex-wife was never daring enough to give him blowies.

For some reason, that makes me feel... special. Although, of course, I'm probably just assuming things.

But, this is special. Our connection has to mean something. There's no way this will just be a one night stand. I'm gonna make him my sugar daddy, no matter what it takes. Because this man's dick...

... Is a beast. A bazooka.

As I finished, I reached down to feel my panties. It's as wet as though I jumped into a pool. Absolutely wet, submerged and sticky.

I just came.

"I think I just came from sucking your dick,"

I tell Roy, and the next thing he does is reach in to grab my chin and place his lips on my and wet and swollen ones. His tongue grazes against mine for a brief moment before he pulls away while I began to suck his lower lip. I bet he can taste himself all over me.

Fuck, I want him to taste me now.

"Let me see your cunt, Kelly," Roy growls impatiently, his blue eyes sending jolts of electricity down my spine. His condescending tone makes my pussy quiver with excitement. I thought I liked being bossy and demanding, but being commanded by Roy is a whole other experience. Suddenly, I feel like I'd cook and clean for him if he wanted me to.

Nodding, I lay on my back against the black carpet on his living room floor, right next to a geometrically complex coffee table. I watch him with anticipation as he rises up from the couch and gets on his knees. He begins to undo the thousand-dollar silver Rolex from his wrist. Then, after unbuttoning a few buttons from the top of his blue shirt, he slips his masculine fingers underneath the band of my thongs, and begins to push them down my hips and ass. Good thing the band's of spandex, or else it would've ripped apart because I decided to wear a smaller size today.

Maybe, I came because my panties were too tight. It tends to happen sometimes.

"Fuck, these are tight," I hear him groan, the corners of his lips twitching.

"It's called 'fashion', old man," I chuckle. And shit, I hope he doesn't get mad at me for calling him 'old'.

Surprisingly, instead, Roy cracks out a gentle chuckle "Is fashion supposed to hurt? Because these panties look like they've been hurting you."

"It's not fashion if it doesn't hurt," I elaborate "you've got a lot to learn. I can teach you."

My cheeks flush harder when I realize we're literally bantering right now. This man can't be serious!

"You can teach me later, kiddo," Roy smirks, and as he finally gets my panties off my legs, he wraps his fingers around my thighs and spreads them apart. My pussy opens for him, the wet folds welcoming him as my juices of hunger ooze out "for now, let me just taste your sweetness."

In an instant, Roy buries his head between my thighs and lets his tongue graze over my pussy lips. A loud gasp leaves my mouth, and I just throw an arm over my eyes as he teases me, scales the entrance first before entering my kingdom. Or shall I say, my cuntdom? Tsk tsk.

Roy Killigan's tongue is a bit rough, big and against my sensitive spots, it feels like he's got ridges along it or something. He's not just licking me-- his tongue's its own dick. If you know what I mean.

"You've got a perfect clit," Roy comments, his voice muffled as his lips suck and lay kisses along my juicy folds. As he pushes his tongue within my cunt after finishing his initial exploration, I'm sent to fucking seventh heaven. I throw my hands to my two sides and grip the carpet until my knuckles have turned white while Roy's tongue invades my kitty and claims it, shaping its walls according to it.

He slurps at my pussy, and then drags his lips over the front while his tongue finally digs my clit. He massages it, pushing the tip of his tongue against it and then rubbing over it. I'm at a total loss of words.

"Roy, ahh! Yes, right there," I make erotic sounds from my mouth as he tastes every bit of my juicy cunt, not leaving anything behind. I can feel an orgasm pushing through my core as he keeps at it, his cold sharp nose brushing against the bits of hair that surround my pussy. I'm getting major goosebumps all over my body as he's tongue-fucking me.

Just as I'm close to coming, I grind my ass against his mouth. My hips buck and my back arches, sending my tits flying in the air as I'm about to cum. Oh, god, I'm about to cum so hard-- I don't think I've ever--

"Ahhhhh!!!" the scream bubbles up my throat and then shoots out of me like a firework as I hit my climax, squirting out bursts and bursts of sweet juices right over his tongue and mouth.

I don't think I've ever cum this good. This... was better than any party drug I've ever tried.

Which makes me wonder-- if his tongue feels this good, then how will I be able to survive his cock?

Speaking of which...

With my half-open eyes, I look down to see that his dick's still as hard as a mountain. And just as huge. It's standing right up to his waist, as if he didn't just nut in my mouth eight minutes ago. For an old man, Roy Killigan's dick sure is young and full of energy.

His wife must've made him feel so lonely. Am I the first woman he's getting to bone after breaking up with his wife? I bet.

"Is it painful?"

Roy's attention returns to me as I tell him, as he leans back. I watch him lick my juices off of his lips and even lick it off of his fingers in the most sexiest sight on Earth. He grabs and adjusts his dick, and then shakes his head.

I rise up from the floor and take a closer look at it again. Gosh, it's so huge, thick, and covered with strong veins, I can practically see those veins throbbing and pulsating with need. I'd hate to give him blue balls by making him keep his desires at bay just because I'm not sure if I can fit it.

"I'm so sorry, it's just that--" I purse my lips and look up at his gorgeous eyes "I don't know if I can fit it in. It's so beautiful, and so big, but..."

"Are you afraid that I'm gonna hurt you?" Roy interrupts, and like the stupid idiot I am, I've run out of things to say. Judging from the pause on my side, Roy makes a disappointed sigh. As I part my lips to say something, to try and alleviate his gloom, he takes his shirt off and the sight is too heavenly for me to speak.

He can't be fifty-something. There's no way. With those godly abs? No way.

My eyes fling open and it's like my cunt's refilled and re-tuned when he tosses his shirt aside to reveal his Greek God-esque abs. His torso's lined and decorated with finely chiseled thick muscles, his pecs are deadly and his arms are...

And I thought I'd seen enough from the shirt he had on. His body's unbelievable.

Swallowing and blinking my eyes, realizing how shameless my expression might've looked, I watch him as he walks over to his kitchen and pulls out a bottle of cold water from the freezer (which, sadly, doesn't only contain water bottles and protein shakes). He twists the cap open and gulps the whole 500ml water bottle down his throat.

Shaking my head, I get up off of the floor and head towards his direction in the kitchen. I lean over the island counter and grab his attention as I tell him with a needy tone.

"I really want to fuck you, and be fucked by you, Roy."

Maybe, I should've done that a little later, because now he's choking on his water.