Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 13 - The Goodbye

"You look so good with my cum," I laughed when I saw him. He sat up and then came over to me. He leaned down over me and my cum started to drip down.

"Lick me clean, baby boy," he said and I raised up to taste myself on his skin. I slurped up my salty cum. It was thick and strong like I hadn't come in awhile. My body had given its best work, its vintage reserve, to him. I sucked him clean and swallowed my seed.

"That's my boy," he praised and wiped the spit off his chin with the back of his hand.

"You didn't finish," I observed.

"I will. But I need you to know that you always come first. I will always make sure you are taken care of before I consider my own needs. It is what a man does. I am your man," he growled.

"Fuck yeah," I whispered as another shiver escaped me... everything about him made me weak.

"Turn over... please," he said. He pushed gently on my shoulder until I rolled over on my stomach. He got behind me, leaned over me, straddling my legs with his knees. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged me as I cooed.

"You want me to fuck what is mine?" he asked in a low whisper as he leaned down to bite and suck on my ear. I nodded.

"Yes sir," I said. I crossed my arms in front of me on the blanket and rested my head on them. I turned my face to the side so I could look back at him. He was in a pushup position on top of me with his hands on either side of me supporting himself against the blanket. He lowered until his body pressed against me, his thick cock resting between my globes.

"I love this ass. I can be happy the rest of my life just sliding my cock between the cheeks, so firm and milky, so beautiful and perfect," he said and his body pressed me down against the blanket. He wasn't the lightest of guys; a temple of steel formed into perfect male physique.

"It's ok? Am I hurting you?" he asked when a small whimper escaped my lips.

"No sir," I lied. "I like it." He slid his arms under my chest, pulling me back against him. 

His hands found my nipples and he twisted them as he started to hump me. His cock slid between my cheeks, the tip poking against the small of my back. He rested on me, but kept some of the pressure on his knees as he started to fuck me from behind.

"I want you inside me," I begged again knowing he wouldn't do it yet. He still thought I was too tight, too fragile. The animal in me wanted him to take me, make it hurt, own what I had to give.

"Shh, baby. I'll take my time with you," he growled as he sped up on my ass. "I will make sure it is the best you've ever felt in your life." He slammed me as he roughly slid his cock over my hole. It made me hard again as his sweat dripped down over my back and neck.

"I love this hair," he opined as he slid one hand out from under my chest and gathered my blonde locks into a ponytail and used it like the reins on a horse. He raised up off of me, easing the pressure, and rode me like a stallion. He sat up, held my hair with one hand and use the other to rub my back and shoulders as his cock slammed against my hole.

"I'm gonna... ahhh cum! Fuck!" Amir yelled.

"Yeah, cum for me. That feels so good," I whined and bucked my ass up against his cock.

"Kasper you're so... I love you," he said and his cum started to spray over my back. He pulled my head back and slid his other hand under my neck as he rubbed his cock over my hole. I felt his body jerk and twist as he came. He cursed and yelled something in Arabic as he playfucked me and hosed me down with his juice.

"Oh baby... feels so... fucking yes," He rambled as he bounced on me. He let go of my neck and I looked back to watch him grip his cock and jerk it as hot white spurts landed over me. His face was screwed up and a little red like he was in distress or deep thought. His lips pursed and he breathed in sharply, releasing with loud moans of pleasure. His oversized Arab eyes bulged as his chest heaved sharp jerks and deep growls.