Page 25 of Make Me Laugh

The noise that comes out of me is borderline feral. I slide my hands underneath her ass and stand, changing our positions. I flop her down on the bed and stay standing.

Joey slides my zipper down as I dig the toe of my shoe into the opposite heel and kick it to the side, doing the same to the other.

She wiggles my jeans and boxers down until my cock springs free, and I wish I could snap a picture of the look on her face when it bobs against my lower abdomen. “Fucking hell,” she sighs.

I wrap my hand around my shaft and tug, giving myself a few slow pumps as I step out of my jeans. “Get on your hands and knees and back that perfect fucking ass to the edge, baby.” She doesn’t hesitate, listening without the fight she’s given me all night. I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom.

Joey settles on her elbows, wiggling her ass in the air teasingly. She still has her cheeky panties and fishnet stockings on, but I can see the moisture from her previous orgasm glistening between her legs.

God, I’m usually a tits guy, but Joey’s ass? Fuuuuuuck. I bet it jiggles when it’s slapped.

Most of her body is covered in ink, save for her neck, face, and most of her chest. There are a couple spots on her legs, back, and torso that need filled. Her ass is bare too, the last tattoo cutting off where her upper thigh meets the fold of her bubble butt.

She looks over her shoulder, eyes calling me to her like I’m a sailor lost at sea and she’s the siren sent to trap me. I’ll drown with a smile on my face.

Joey watches me rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on, reaching between her legs to rub her clit through her underwear, eyes fluttering closed as a whimper leaves her perfectly pouted lips.

I slip my fingers under the fishnet’s waistband, pulling her out of them and her underwear in one sweep. Leaning forward, I nip her shoulder gently, placing kisses after each bite.

Before we start, I straighten and take a half step away from the bed—reluctant to miss the view of her legs spread, face down, ass in the air. My hand squeezes a cheek so hard I’m confident she’ll be wearing my fingerprints as bruises tomorrow.

If my dick could get any harder, it would at the thought of my mark being left on Joey’s delicate skin.

She moans in contentment, pushing into my grip. I let go only to bring my hand down in a quick slap across each cheek.

“Yes,” she breathes, grabbing a handful of the comforter. Joey looks over her shoulder at me again, biting her lip as an aftershock of pleasure rushes through.

I cup my hand in front of her mouth. “Spit.”

The wild look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know—she’s just as into this as I am.

Joey spits into my palm, and I immediately coat the condom with it. I grip her hip and line myself up to the entrance of her tight pussy. Slowly, I push my hips forward, the tip of my cock sinking in.

“Oh,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck. You’re big.” I press inside only a few more inches, earning another heavy moan. “Ohhhmyyygooooddd.” The words melt into one.

Her praise sends a pulse of euphoria shooting through my bloodstream. I pull out and slide back in, pushing deeper this time. “So fucking tight.” Taking a deep breath, I draw myself out again to repeat the process. “Just a few more inches.”

Joey mewls into the bedding, wiggling her hips when I’m almost seated fully inside her. “Holy shit.”

I pull all the way out once more, running my hand up her back, and take a mental picture of the ink across her skin here.

A Latin quote on her ribcage.

A dragon running the length of her spine.

This time, I sink until I’m bottomed out, shivering at the snug fit. I grab the back of Joey’s neck, pinning her to the mattress. She moans unintelligible words when I hit her G-spot in this position.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s better than I could have imagined in my earlier delusions. I fuck her from behind, pinned to the bed until she comes with nothing but penetration. She finally gets to ride my cock, tits bouncing as sweat rolls down the valley between them. That’s where she comes a third time.

I’ve worked hard to maintain my fitness after retiring from a sport I played for almost twenty years. I might not have the body fat percentage of a twenty-two-year-old future NHL star anymore, but I’ve always been known to have natural endurance in the bedroom, delivering long nights of pleasure.

I can hold back if my partner can keep going.

I can’t wait to see how long Joey lasts before tapping out.

“How many more do you have in you, Joey baby?” I kiss up her jawline, my lips heating where they touch her skin. She makes me feel like I’m on ecstasy, rolling so hard I should be worried about psychosis.

She circles my lap with her hips, my dick still buried deep inside. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, I marvel at her scent. It’s sweet like berries, but not sugary, summery ones. There’s a spice I can’t place while she rides me with lazy but intentional hip rolls.