Infinity(89)

I turn my head over my right shoulder and flash her my half-smile that she fucking loves. “I haven’t heard the word please slip out of those beautiful lips of yours.”

She brings her knees up to her chest and taps her feet repeatedly on the bed while she shakes her head. “Colin Fucking McKinney, I am crazy in love with you. Come see me. I can’t take any more of your pathetic attempts at a striptease.”

I mean, I’m a guy after all, so I drop trou, do a 180-spin move that would make an Olympic ice-skater proud, and dive on the bed. She rips off my old-ass faded T-shirt that she’s wearing and shows me her still perfect tits, even after breastfeeding our children.

I can’t stop myself. I take God’s most perfect creations in my hands, giving them equal attention. Licking, sucking, biting, and everything else I can think to do. She positions herself in between my legs so I’m now straddling her. Once she’s settled, she reaches up and grabs my very hard dick, and I let out a moan of pleasure that I can feel in my toes. I mean, who could blame me? I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive.

She holds on to my cock with the force that she knows drives me crazy. There’s a certain comfort in being with the same person long enough that they know exactly what you like. And God, does she know exactly what I like. She pumps my dick with five long, hard strokes before she stops, and collects the wetness off my tip.

I’d like to say that I’m all cool and immune to her after all these years, but I’m still fucking pathetic. I’d come right now, if she wouldn’t give me shit about it for the next forty years. I let out an audible sigh as she massages my wetness around the tip of my dick.

When I can’t take it any longer, I dive back for her tits, determined that I’m going to make her come by just sucking and massaging them. I can do it. They’ve become even more sensitive since the twins. I hiss in her ear, “You’re going to scream my name without me even feeding you my cock.”

She drops her head back against the ridiculously expensive bed pillows that she bought in Paris and made me haul back to the States. “I’d like to see you try, big boy. My tits are so numb after breastfeeding your three spawn. I can barely feel your mouth right now.”

I know that’s not true. And oh yeah… Dear Lord, challenge accepted.

I spend the next fifteen minutes—I know, because I watched the clock for future arguments—making this woman scream my name as she attempts to shove my very hard cock inside of her and almost pulls out every hair on my head. She’s the one who’s going to make me bald by forty.

I want to high-five myself, but I don’t because she’d never let me live it down either. When I finally relent my torturous assault on her breasts, I slip my rock-hard dick inside of her and she pulls me in deeper. This is where I want to be. Balls-deep inside of my girl.

I start sliding in and out of her, finding the rhythm that she likes so much. Then she opens her big mouth, “Quit obsessing over things that you can’t change.”

She does this on purpose.

What I want to do is pull out of her, leaving her longing for me, but I know that she’ll just get herself off. Then I’ll just have watched her masturbate, and be left with the hardest dick in the Brazos Valley. I punish her just a little by picking up my rhythm and ensuring I hit the spot inside that makes her eyes roll back in her head.

“You think the kids are ready to be introduced to the vultures?” I say, while I continue to slide in out of her hot wetness. Jesus Christ, this feels awesome. Apparently she agrees, because her eyes roll momentarily to the back of her head.

“Don’t see that we have a choice,” she says as she reaches up and begins to twist my nipples in some sort of way that makes my dick pulse.

“I don’t know,” I groan sounding like a pathetic fuck to my own ears.

Before I know it, she flips me and I’m on my back, staring at her crazed sex-hair that is messy enough that I want to beat on my chest and scream, “I make this gorgeous woman look like this.” Her eyes that pierce my soul meet mine as she brings her full lips into a soft smile. She begins to move up and down on me in a dance that is all her own. God, I love this woman. “It’s not hard, lover boy.” She smirks.

“Oh really, Mrs. McKinney?” I grab her hips and try to direct her movements. “It feels pretty hard to me.” My distraction technique is a total fail on my part. I don’t know why I bother. She owns me. The eight years that we took off were just so we could build to this point in our life.

She looks down, meeting my eyes, and her perfect tits bounce as she rides me. I feel her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. “They’ll have to find out at some point that your retirement was controversial. Kids will eventually tell them on the playground.”