by J. D. Walker
“I’m a little big, but I will fit. We’ll just take our time. It will sting a little, but that will pass, too. You trust me?” he asked, his stare confident and full of love.
I could only nod.
“Good.” Brandon tapped my hole. “Breathe, amorcito.” He pushed against me and popped in on the third try. He remained motionless for a time, waiting for me to get used to being breached by something wider than his three fingers would ever be.
I closed my eyes, tight, and concentrated on loosening the death grip I had on his pole. Is this what bottoms went through? I would have been more patient in the past had I realized how much trust was involved in this act. I felt Brandon’s hand caressing my side, and then he pumped my cock, refocusing my attention on how good this all felt.
I was able to press back against him after a minute, and then he pulled out and plunged back in. Brandon was in no hurry. He allowed me to get used to being fucked. But soon, I wanted more.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him like before in the living room and attacked his mouth with furious kisses, filled with abandon, moving with the rhythm he set that sped up with each thrust.
Soon, we were grunting at each other, a messy mating of lips and sweat making us slip and slide and strain for that perfect grip. I had never felt so owned, so adored as I did being taken with authority and skill by my lover. He reached between us to jack my cock, quick and dirty, ordering me to come, and come now.
Release crept up on me and I cried out something unintelligible as I squeezed him tight within me, the world falling away as I let go and let someone else catch me for a change.
When I came back down, Brandon was chasing his own orgasm, and I murmured hot words to him, lifting my leg a little higher on his back to give him a better angle. The expression on his face when he came, a sort of pleasured grimace, was something I would remember for the rest of our lives together. I wanted to see it every day, if I could. His shout was guttural and deep and shook me to the core. So hot.
Brandon collapsed to the side, though he held on to the condom so it wouldn’t be left behind in my ass. I looked at his cock, now at half-mast with the rubber barely hanging on for dear life.
“You gonna take care of that, Brandy?”
He swatted me lightly. “Let me catch my breath, Rihanna.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and forced my languid body to get up and stagger to the bathroom. My ass was sore, and the sensation of every inch of that monster cock fucking me would linger for days. I found I didn’t mind. I wiped myself down, then got a fresh, damp cloth to clean Brandon. I returned to bed and removed the used condom from his sated dick, then threw it in a wastebasket.
Brandon opened an eye. “I’m not an invalid, you know.”
“I want to do this. Shut up and lie still,” I said, as I worked.
“Yes, sir,” he replied, closing his eyelids with a self-satisfied smirk. “I could get used to this.”
“You’d better.” He laughed as I threw the rag to the floor and told him to stand so we could get under the covers.
Once we got situated, he asked, “So, am I the little spoon?” That’s how it had always been in the past.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” I snuggled in front of him and wrapped his lovely muscled arms around me. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting my ass pounded like that, a lot.”
“I know I will enjoy doing it,” he replied smugly as I pulled the blankets up over both of us.
Before we fell asleep, I wanted to say one more thing. “I’m really sorry for how I treated you before, Brandon. I was an ego-maniac, and a self-centered twit.”
He kissed my neck. “We’ve both made mistakes. We’re turning a new page and we’ll keep each other honest.”
“If you say so, Brandy.”
* * * *
Four months later, we were still going strong—and it was even better between us, this time around. I wouldn’t say that I had become the perfect partner. I still had controlling tendencies, but Brandon called me on them now, and we talked more than we argued.
Brandon finished his course at the Cordon Bleu school and was promoted to assistant head chef at the Taqueria, because my baby was just that good. I was very proud of him, and he fucked me twice that night to celebrate.
I’d brought a pillow to work the next morning, and Trev had cackled long and hard when he saw how gingerly I moved. My friend had sent me lewd texts that entire day. I tolerated them because I was happy—truly, blissfully happy in a fulfilling relationship. Gentle ribbing was a small price to pay.
Derrick finally saved up enough for Joey to get into the treatment facility. Joey would be there for a year, at least. I had spoken to the accounting department and asked them to bill me for expenses not included in the fees Derrick had paid and requested that I remain anonymous. It was the least I could do to give someone peace of mind. It felt wonderful.
And now, this hot Sunday afternoon in mid-August, I sat with my trailer park family, as I liked to think of them, and made small talk while Brandon basted his famous brown sugar ribs on the grill. We were all addicted to them. It was a good thing I lifted weights and ran three times a week. Oh, and we fucked like rabbits almost every night. Whoever said that the sex life of an older adult was almost non-existent had never met Brandon and me.
Sara was talking to Derrick about her work as a nurse. He gave us all updates on Joey’s progress, and how much he’d improved. It appeared that life was getting better for everyone.
After so many years of hate and pain, I could honestly say, now, that I was grateful to Grandpa Andy for the legacy he’d left me. Because of him, I’d found love and family. All I could say was, “Thank you.”
THE END
ABOUT J.D. WALKER
J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet, with the occasional novel or novella. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, language enthusiast (German and Spanish), and lover of all things knit and crochet.
For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.
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