The Muse's Undoing

“Call me, and I’ll talk you through it.”

“What if you need to open a door when I need you?”

“Fine, I’ll send the video to you.”

Mind you, we’re still fucking during this conversation, and it feels unbelievably good. He’s fucking my cock like he’s learned a whole new set of muscles exist back there.

“No, I want you to stay here. Don’t open any more doors for other people.”

“Mmm…” I steal a kiss from his lazy, pouty mouth. “You’ll get sick of me.”

“I won’t. I wanna fuck and fuck and fuck…”

“You sure you never cheated on your wife while you were overseas?”

“I jerked off a lot.”

“What’s a lot?”

“Couple times a day. Or anytime I thought about you.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“Wish I was,” he says, rolling his abs to smash his dick between us.

“How often did you think about me?” I ask, wishing there were proof.

He sucks in a breath and grabs me by the hair. He’s getting close. “More than a couple times a day.”

“Pretty horny for someone your age.”

“You have no idea.”

I smile, moving methodically inside him. “Dirty old man.”

“You love me.”

“You have no idea,” I say.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs. “But I can’t say it as good as you can.”

“You’re saying it right now. You’re smothering me with it.”

He lets out a long, tortured grunt. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you, princess.”

“I’m so fucking hard again. How do you do that?”

I kiss him, but this time I do it longer. I go deeper. I roll my hips to fuck him better. At this angle he only gets about half my cock, but it’s the most important half, so I’m perfectly content to do this until he starts begging for more.

And I know he will.

The longer I kiss him, the wilder he gets, like he’s trying to tell me with his mouth to go harder. There’s a building frustration in his effort that tightens my belly and my balls. He’s the best kisser. I don’t know how I went as long as I did without kissing men. Turns out I like being roughed up by facial hair. But any perfunctory kissing of men I’ve done never came close to how blatantly sexy kissing Fischer is. Fuck, now I’m too close.

I break away from his mouth, and he takes the hint, pressing his hands on my chest and sitting back on my dick, taking it deep.

I grit my teeth and moan. Jesus Christ that’s good. He’s never felt like this before…