I licked my lips. “You’re not to call me that.”
“Women scream out Daddy all the time when they’re getting fucked.”
“And?”
“I like some gender equality in my dirty talk.”
“It sounds odd.”
“Odd?” He circled my clit with the tip of his cock. I shuddered and leaned against him, my legs wobbling under me. “How’s it odd, Mommy?”
I reached back and hit his thigh. “Stop it.”
“Why odd?” He traced his cock around my wet lips.
I hummed in pleasure. “Well, maybe it’s not odd. It’s more... dirty.”
He entered me and paused with barely an inch of him inside of me. “I like to be dirty, Mommy.”
“Then shush and stuff me like you said you would.”
“No, I want you to beg.”
I pushed back into him, trying to get another inch of that awesome cock. “You’re not being a good boy.”
“No, I’m being a dirty boy, right now.” He thrust inside of me and groaned so loud I could’ve sworn the walls rattled around us. “Oh Mommy, I’ll never let you go. Never.”
The term of endearment should’ve creeped me out. Instead, wicked vibrations roused the twisted side of me.
“Aww.” I stared at him in the mirror as he inch by inch pulled his length away. “You want me to be your nasty little mommy, huh?”
“Oh yes, and if you do, I’ll be such a good boy.”
Grinning, I whispered, “Raise your hands.”
“What?”
“Raise your hands, little one.”
With just the tip of his dick inside of me, he lifted his arms up in the air. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good job listening. Now feel free to enjoy the ride.” I pushed all the way into his cock, expanding my tight, wet flesh around him.
A dark growl fled his opened mouth. “Carmen.”
“What’s that?” I leaned forward and then thrust back into him again, filling my whole body with his cock. “I thought I was your dirty little mommy?”
“You’re all of that and more.” He pushed into me.
“No. Don’t move.”
He froze and fisted his hands above his head. “Please.”
“No, baby.” I rocked into him in a steady rhythm, letting my pussy swallow his cock up and then release it back into the world dripping all over with my arousal. “I need to teach you an important lesson about fucking older women.”
“Oh teach me, please.” He grasped his bottom lip with his teeth and looked as if he was gnawing on it for dear life. “Damn you, Carmen! Oh baby, let me push just a little bit.”
I continued to watch him in the mirror. “You were dreaming about this pussy. Weren’t you?”
His voice was a low groan. “Yes.”
“You’ve been a good boy. Now you don’t have to dream anymore.” Making my ass jiggle, I slammed into him hard over and over.
“Carmen. Carmen.” His lip biting shifted to loud grunts.
“Take it like a good boy, baby.” My jiggling breasts swung back and forth, hard nipples rubbing against crimson red silk sheets.
My wet arousal dripped down my thighs. The warm flesh between my legs knew no pleasure until that very instance of him and me. The bed shook. His scent rose in the air—designer cologne mingled with youthful man, so clean I felt so dirty, so hot; I barely kept from exploding into bits. Although his arms stayed above his head, they shook, exposing how lost he was in me.
I murmured, “Is it as good as you dreamed it would be?”
“Even better, so much better.” He let his head fall back as he groaned like some magical beast ruled by the moon and forced to howl at that full glowing object in the sky.
“Yes! ” He whined my name as I brought him close to eruption. I grasped the sheets. Violent waves shook my body and rattled my limbs. I was close to detonating all on my own.
“Touch me,” I begged.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, clamped his hands on my hips, and rammed into me like a madman. His cock pounded. Wetness slapped against skin. The bed’s post slammed into the wall. I knew the whole staff probably heard us.
Fuck them and Nick. This is the best dick I’ve had in a long time. I’m going to enjoy it.
Shocked, I watched him in the mirror, transfixed and close to tipping over into a major orgasm.
“I’m so damn close to painting you with me.” Still stroking with precision, he reached his hand around my hips, clasped onto my clit, and caressed that needy bud. “But I’ll be a good boy and wait for you to come all over my cock.”
“Oh!” I fell over.
My head smashed into the pillows. I didn’t care and kept my ass in the air as he pounded his cock and gently twisted my clit with his fingers. The sensations waving through me wouldn’t let me lift up to my hands. I just had to take it, and I loved every second.
“Adrian!”
That was all I remembered. I vibrated after that as my orgasm rose—wave by lovely wave, shudder mounting on top of heated shudder. My teeth rattled against each other.