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I Didn’t Know What I Was Missing Until I Met an Older Man at the Gym — Part 2

The words escaped me, and everything changed. He was fine just letting me take what I wanted. He seemed content to let me steer, but my question ignited something in him. I felt his dominant energy shift, and it focused entirely on me. It almost took my breath away.

“Then get on your fucking hands and knees.” He spoke firmly. I hadn’t moved, but I was still processing his change.

I pushed off his cock. The loss of his touch was a small sacrifice, really. I turned away from him and kneeled. His fingers wrapped around my neck, gentle but firm. He pushed me forward onto my hands. I felt exposed, even though he’d just been inside me. He spread me open, his fingers sliding through my wetness.

“You’re dripping. And you are all mine.”

He shoved his fingers deep inside me, scooping up my juices and dragging them up to my clit. I let out a soft moan.

“Those little noises you make are so hot. Your husband is a fucking idiot.”

My face burned. Did I feel shame? Lust? Some fucked-up combo? It didn’t matter. My husband didn’t care anymore about what made me whimper, but this man did. He really, really, did.

“I need it,” I pleaded. “Please, now.” He laughed.

“Oh, you’ll get it.”

He got behind me. He held my hips and filled me with one, single thrust. I cried out loud. My body took him completely. I let every damn sound rip out of me. He fucked me hard, in the best way. He claimed my body and he worshiped it at the same time. His cock hit a spot deep inside me every time he pushed in. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back.

“Get your hands on that clit. Cum all over my cock, now.”

I obeyed him. The pressure of my fingers and the stretch of his cock together pushed me close.

“I’m right there,” I gasped.

My breath was uneven as my orgasm started. My entire body trembled. I collapsed onto my forearms, feeling drained. He gripped my hips with his hand, keeping them elevated, and he slowed his pace.

He leaned over me, grabbing my hair and turning my face. It took a moment to understand, but then I noticed. A large, ornate mirror was positioned perfectly. My whole body was displayed, every part of my skin reflected back. He groaned, clearly pleased. My pussy tightened. My heart pounded hard.

“Fucking look.” He moved his cock out then buried it inside me again. “God, your pussy is perfect. Too damn good to be ignored. Watch it. Feel how fucking good you are.”

His praise felt weird. Shame started to bubble up. I tried twisting my head away, but he gripped me hard, locking me in place.

“Keep your eyes on your body. Look at your tits. Look at those hips.” He pushed in harder. I gasped again. “You should be worshipped. Fucked hard, filled up. Tell me, what do you want?”

The sight of him fucking me made me cum again, his fingers digging into my hips. My tits bounced in time with my ass as he slammed into me. It all made my pussy throb, and I wanted him to claim me. I really did.

“Fill me up,” I panted out again. His cock pulsed, reacting. A low groan came from deep inside him.

“Say it louder.” His thrusts slammed harder. “I’ll fill you up. You’ll feel me in you for days.”

Was that what I wanted? But why? Was it about feeling close? Owned? Maybe even bred? That last one hit me with an unexpected heat I didn’t expect. I’d have to deal with that dirty little thought later.

“Please, I need it all,” I cried out loud, feeling my orgasm build again.

He flipped me around in one quick move. He put my ankles on his shoulders. I gasped, surprised. The new angle felt perfect.

I looked down between us, we were still locked together. I saw him slide in and out of me. This man knew exactly what he was doing. I flicked my eyes up to his, he was staring right at me.

“You were made for this.”

I barely managed a “yes.”

He smiled. “Hand on your clit again. Show me how you like it, baby.”

I did what he asked. He started to fuck me harder. His orgasm was building, obviously. He hit deeper from this angle. I rubbed tight circles on my clit, and it only took a few seconds to push me over.

I came hard. He unloaded inside me right then, my body tightened around him as he swore, loudly. He emptied himself deep inside, the veins in his cock throbbing. I felt every pulse. When he was done, he pulled out slowly. His fingers gripped his cock, giving it a few pumps. He dragged the tip of his cock through my pussy, smearing his cum where it pooled.

“Fuck, you look so good all messy like that.” He lifted my legs off his shoulders. I started to sit up, but he shoved his fingers back inside me. I gasped, half-pushing him away, though not for real. This guy just wouldn’t stop.

“Stop, seriously!” I laughed. “I really have to go.”

My body betrayed me. I arched into his touch without thinking. He pinned me down, his fingers working me like it was nothing.

“You know I can’t handle it.” My voice came out weak. Little, desperate whimpers kept slipping out. “I’m too weak to push you off.”

He let out a big, theatrical sigh. Finally pulled his fingers out of me and raised them to my lips. I parted my mouth for him, sucking them clean, tasting us both. He grinned.

“Good girl.” He touched my cheek. “You have no idea how hot that is. Knowing you’re going to bed with him, my cum leaking out of you.”

His words made me hot all over again. This man would be the death of me. I had to leave. Now. I got dressed, quickly, and turned to him. My mind raced.

“See you tomorrow?” I looked at him. I felt embarrassed by my desperate question. He smiled at me.

“I’d fuck you all night, every night, if I could. So yeah, tomorrow. And the day after. Forever, if you let me.”

“Let’s calm down,” I laughed as I walked to the door. “We don’t know when you’ll be too old for this.”

“You little tempting — “ He cursed, playfully, as I clicked the door shut. I grinned wide. His frustration got me going, and I loved the wet heat between my thighs even more. I spun my ring without thinking. I knew there was no going back. Not from this man. Not ever. What kind of mess was I stepping into now?

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