*Jim*
“f**k, Darlin’,” I hiss as I finally sink into Amelia. I told her no one had died from not having an orgasm, but I wasn’t sure my balls wouldn’t explode out there.
“f*****g finally,” she says.
I slap her ass, and she yelps slightly. Too hard, I realize, but she’s not mad.
“You happy now, Amelia?” I ask, pounding into her relentlessly. I need her to orgasm so she’ll relax.
She lets out some garbled sound of agreement as she buries her face into the pillow. I love it when she’s like this. I love her ass in the air and her chest falling to the bed like it’s too much, and she can’t manage to hold herself up. It soothes that part of me that thinks I’m too damn old for her.
I lick my index finger and tease her. How can an asshole look this f*****g cute? “Can I?” I ask.
