Older Man's Cock

"Come closer," he instructs as he is sitting opposite of me. He opens his legs slightly, his thumb resting on his cheek. His eyes are fixed on me and it's making my cheeks burn.

I get up slowly, hesitating a bit. Everything is becoming more real now and it makes me anxious. Am I sure? Do I actually want this? I look at the man I am now slowly walking towards - a man older than my father. His short grey hair makes his light eyes pop even more. His grey beard with some spots of white hair compliments his age so well. He's 40 years older than me, but his toned arms and legs make me forget about that. But only his looks are not responsible for my wetness - it's the way he speaks to me and the way he wants me.

I'm now standing inches away from him but that's not close enough for him. He closes the space between us moving forward and his knees touch my legs. I tremble a bit. As much as I want him to touch me, I feel a bit scared. Is this okay? Should I let this man, so much older than me, touch me like this? He wakes me up from my thoughts questioning my morality: "Sit on my lap," he taps his thighs and I look down to notice a bit of a bulge in his pants. Oh, shit.

I panic, "How do you want - I mean, do you want me to-," he stops my overthinking about how I should sit down on him and grabs me by my waist, pushing me down onto him, my legs hanging on the sides.

"That's how I want you," he says quietly and I feel his hot breath on my skin. One of his hands grabs me by the back of my neck and the other one holds me by my waist, pushing me down onto his lap. His hands feel firm on my waist as he grinds me slowly up and down his, now growing, bulge in his pants. I'm shaking now, partly from the fear and partly from the excitement. Fuck, it feels so good being handled this way. Firmly, determinedly, almost animatedly. His firm grasp on my little body makes me feel so small but at the same time so wanted and lusted after. He's like an animal who finally caught his prey. But I want him to catch me so bad and ravish my young body with his manly hands.

He notices the terrified look on my face and our foreheads touch gently, "It's okay. I just wanna make you feel good, baby. Does that make you feel good?" he asks and I nod, putting my arms slowly around his neck. He smiles and kisses my neck then lightly bites my earlobe, stretching it. He continues placing hot, small kisses down my neck. I close my eyes, focusing on the pleasure, focusing on the way his bulge is rubbing on my needy pussy. The smell of his cologne fills up my nostrils and I moan, really wanting to feel his cock inside of me.

I hear him chuckle and I open my eyes. I realize that I'm the one setting the rhythm of our movement. I'm grinding on him harder and faster, clinging onto his broad shoulders. The embarrassment flushes over me and I stop for a second. I feel like a hungry slut. But fuck, that's what he does to me. He places his lips on mine, kissing me passionately. He opens my mouth and lets his tongue explore it. His kisses deepen and I suddenly wish he'd use those tongue moves on my pussy lips.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he moans against my lips and I wonder if he can feel how wet I am for him. My thin panties under my skirt can't hold in that much wetness. I feel his hands on one of my perky little boobs. He squeezes it lightly, increasing my pleasure. I uncontrollably let out a moan and break our kiss, "Mmmm, fuuuck."

That makes him smile. He kisses me again, his hands all over my body. I pull him closer and suck on his tongue the way I want to suck his dirty old cock.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers trying to get under my skirt. I freeze a little. His thumb brushes my pussy through the fabric of my panties. I bite my lip, seeing the look on his face. His eyes widen as he says, "Ohhh, you're soaking wet, baby."

... to be continued?