Category : Adult

Sub Category : Erotic

He crawled toward you on the bed, a smug grin visible on his face, deapite the collar he bore. To be quite honest, you weren't even sure he'd be okay with wearing it. You weren't exactly in a relationship. He was someone who you knew from work, an older doctor who you couldn't help but flirt with. He was always so...charismatic. Max, you wanted to have him melting in the palm of your hand. But now, it became obvious that he had other things in mind.

"By the end of this, love-you'll be the one begging me." He chuckles as he gets closer to you, and his husky tone sends shivers down your spine. 

He hovered on top of you, propped up by his arms, clearly admiring the view from his perspective.
You almost immediately blushed and looked away. He had a way of making you flustered, and that was exactly why you wanted this. You cleared your throat quietly before speaking. 
"That's not how we're gonna play this, Max.." You tried your best to sound athoritative, but you heard a soft laugh escape him.
He then unceremoniously flopped onto the bed next to you. "Fine, fine. Show me how it's done, love~" Max spoke, running a finger down your arm, and setting your nerve endings on fire.
Gathering your courage, you turn over, facing him. He was wearing one of the most self-satisfied grins you had ever seen. Along with all of his clothes still. You planned on changing that.
You straddled him, looking down to admire your clearly defiant prey. He was wearing a simple black ac-dc shirt along with a pair of worn out jeans. His normally dark hair was starting to take on more of a salt and pepper look. It was the weekend, so he apparently hadn't shaved yet. Stubbled scratched at you slightly as you leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on him.
Immediately, he tried to deepen it, and you pulled away, shaking your finger in a chiding manner. He let out a slight huff of annoyance, and glanced away from your already half naked form. Was he actually flustered for once? How cute. 
You reached to grab one of his hands, and relocate it to your right breast. He turned his head to look at you again, as he eagerly obeyed your silent guidance. His other hand reached up to the left. His usual smug smile looked almost goofy at the moment, you mused. Max's hands were large, and they seemed to be almost the perfect size for your breasts. He tweaked with a nipple, and you let out a soft gasp, not looking away from him once.
You can tell by the way he hazily watched your reactions, that he was beginning to actually enjoy this. 
You let out a contented sigh, and caressed the side of his face. He leaned into it, stubble tickling your hand slightly. The man's hands left their post at your breasts, and snaked around to your back, trying to pull you down towards him. He wanted more.
Smiling, you leaned down to him, and he quickly seized the opportunity. His left hand moved to your neck, pulling you further down to his lips, where he ferociously kissed you. It was wet, and sloppy, but clearly practiced. Max tweaked your nipple again, eliciting another soft gasp. The moment was seized, and his tongue entered your mouth, massaging yours with expert precision. Upon seperation, he bit at your lip lightly, allowing a soft moan to escape from you. 
He laughed quietly at your reaction, his usual smug grin returning. "I guess you like it rough, eh love?" He asked, and without leaving you time to reply, his hands both began their assault on your breasts again. He seemed to pay particular attention you your nipples, leaving them sensitive and wanting. 
He drew a series of gasps and barely contained moans out of you, and when he pressed his mouth to your chest, you could feel that cheshire grin of his. 
For the moment though, it didn't matter. His expert tongue swirled about your soft flesh, nipping and sucking at you. Instinctively, you pulled him closer, panting slightly from the haze of pleasure he was giving you.
You felt him laugh about you, and he grinded his hips into you, clearly pitching what seemed to he an almost painfully tight tent in his jeans at the moment. It broke your hazy thoughts, and you looked down at him, tangling your hand in his hair. 
He seperated himself from you, with one of the most lewdly wet sounds you had ever heard, and stared up at you, gauging your reaction.
"Well?" He spoke, that usual grin of his still plastered on his face. 
You wanted to wipe it right off, you thought, reaching behind you to stroke his covered bulge. 
He drew in air through his teeth with a soft hiss as you pressed on his tip. Swirling your fingers, teasingly arounf the bulging denim. He ran a hand through his hair, and and stared down at him. His face was flushed slightly with a mix of frustration and arousal.
"D-do you want me to take them off? What are-?" You cut hom off, stroking him once again through the fabric. He grinded into your hand with a groan. You laughed quietly at this near desperation he was almost in, and he looked away, both flustered and annoyed.
You rubbed him again, and this time, Max had a chance to contain himself. He shut his eyes tight, and bit down on his lip, hard, grinding into your hand once more. After a moment passed, and he regained his composure somewhat, he opened an eye to glare at you.
"What are you doing to me-eee?" You cut him by surprise again, clearly he wasn't used to this kind of treatment. You smiled, and coyly leaned down to nibble on his ear.
"Not much, Max~ your pants arent even off yet..." You breathed into his ear, and ran your free hand through his greying hair. The other one circled his tip once more, eliciting another choked groan out of the man. 
"God damn..." he muttered through clenched teeth. He then took a deep breath, as though to steady himself, and grabbed you by the hips.
"Come oooon..." He practically growled as you removed your hand from him, and he thrust into the air, clearly missing the sensation already. 
You had him right where you wanted him, and it brought another cheeky smile to your face. He was effectively pinned beneath you, and clearly aroused almost beyong reason. You leaned in, messing up his  hair more as you planted kisses along his stubbly chin. 
His hands were roaming you, trying to elicit some sort of response from you, something to help you get the same desperate feeling he was experiencing. Once you seperated yourself from his chin, hovering just over him, he brought you down again with one hand. He planted wet kisses along the nape of your neck, and up to your ear. One hand tried to snake between you, and rub at you through your own pants.
"Excited, are we?" You peeled away from him a bit, enough to allow him a dissatisfied grunt. Until, of course, you grinded yourself against his astonishingly, still growing erection. 
He let out a breath, hands drifting down to your hips again. He gripped hard onto the soft flesh, as though it was going to disappear any minute. And you had planned on exactly that, but the aging man was shockingly strong, keeping you pressed onto him firmly. 
"Now listen-" he said in a breathless, but annoyed tone. "I--am going to make you wish--that you were being--nice, love..." He punctuated parts of his statement with rough thrusts towards you. He grinned again, and you suddenly felt very small atop him.
As though sensing the momentary weakness in you, Max pushed you up and off of him, flopping you onto your back, and effectively pinned under him. He removed his hands from your hips, and grabbed your wrists to hold them above you, near the headboard. 
"Try not to move, love." He said, with a devilish grin, transferring one of your hands so that his left held both wrists. He used the now free hand to rip the nice leather collar you had brought, off of his neck. He discarded it somewhere over his shoulder, and redirected his attention to you. 
"I don't think I like the games you're trying to play, love. So...hmm..." He took a moment to consider what he was going to do, before trailing his finger down your chest, and to play with the hem of your pants.
"..so?" You asked, breathlessly arching your back. His finger left goosebumps on your skin in its wake. He looked down at you, thoughtfully, appreciatively, before leaning in and kissing you hard. 
"We--are going to play my games now." Max spoke, between breaths. He bit your lip lightly as he parted from your mouth, and still holding your hands out of the way, moved downwards, leaving wet kisses on your skin as he went. His mouth and free hand found your breasts then, and his well practiced mouth went to work, teasing you mercilessly. The feeling of his mouth on you felt amazing, and the way he played with you was practically animalistic. You could hear him groaning and practically growling quietly against you, clearly he enjoyed his work. His erection rubbed steadily against your inner thigh as he continued, thrusting at you, teasing you. 
That collar really had suited him, you thought. What a shame. Were your hands free, you would be eagerly pressing his face into you more, tangling your hands into that already messy hair of his. The thought of it caused your hips to grind against him as well. 
His ministrations had you quickly gasping and moaning, sparks of pleasure building within you, and causing you desperately to want more of him. 
He could tell from your reactions, that he was getting to you, and you could feel him grin once more against you. He seperated himself from you again, with a wet 'pop' noise. You gasped at the sudden rush of cold air on your now wet nipple. The aging man grinned down at you, that cheshire cat grin of his. 
"How're you feelin?" He asked, his voice heavy with desire, and his accent a bit thicker than usual. It was almost endearing. You let out a breath, and smiled at him in reply, your words escaping you for the moment. If it was possible, his grin widened. 
"Good." He said simply, releasing your wrists for a moment to remove his shirt. 
You rub your wrists a bit sorely, before laying back to take in the view. The grey seemed to have overtaken his body hair before his head, you thought idly. Or maybe he actually dyed his hair? You knew he was quite a good handful of years older than you, but he was always known as a 'ladies man' in the gossip around work. No one ever seemed to see him as old. And seeing his toned body, neither did you. Max clearly took care of himself, you thought. You reached out a hand, running it through the hair of his chest, and down his abdomen. He seemed to shy away at the contact, was he self conscious? The thought actually made you a bit sad, and you reached out for him again. 
"Oy know that Oy'm greyin, if that's what youxre thinkin about.." he huffed a bit, and ran a hand through his hair a bit. He was clearly a bit embarassed.
"It's okay.." you start, about to wrap your arms about him, but he pulls away. "A lot of men your age--" He cuts you off with a finger to your lips.
"Don't. Just don't." He pulls himself off of you, and you sit up, frowning. Had you ruined the mood? 
He hops off the bed, and walks a bit away, apparently looking for something. 
You make your way to the edge of the bed, curious, and a bit concerned suddenly. 
"I'm sorry, I really don't think of you as old, or anything...no one does." He flashes you an unreadable look, and bends down to pick up something.  
The collar, was he going to put it on again? You feel a twinge of excitement. He walks towards you once again. You can see, he is still very much erect. Max stops before you, and brushes a stray hair out of your face.
"They shouldn't." He says, eyeing you up for a moment. You quickly realise that he has no intention of putting the collar back on himself, as his hand meets your neck, rubbing slow circles with his thumb along your collar bone. Oh boy. 
The leather collar actually feels comfortable as he latches it onto you. It's unfammiliar, but not unpleasant. He tilts your head to look him in the eyes.
"Don't -ever- call me old, love." Max grins a bit, and with one deft hand, pushes you onto the bed. He quickly, hungrily peels off your pants, tossing them somewhere in the otherwise very tidy bedroom. 
The sudden exposure has you at quite the disadvantage, and you clench your legs together, as though to preserve yourself, if just a little. 
This is a futile effort, of course, as Maxwell finally removes his own jeans, and climbs atop the bed with you. You can see now, just how big he actually is, and the thought of it makes you audibly gulp. 
He laughs quietly at your reaction. Confidence oozing from him as he leans down, playing with the edge of the collar around your neck slightly. 
"You actually look cute loyke this...Oy can see the appeal." He leans in further, nibbling lightly on your ear. You arch your back a bit at the odd sensation, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand on your breast again. 
"Yknow you get me so -fuckin- hot, right?" He drawled into your ear, playing idly with your sensitive nipples, teasing you desperately. "Always teasing me at work, always looking so..." he breathes heavily on you, trailing off a bit, as one of your hands finds its way to his practically massive member. 
You stroke him through the thinner fabric of his underwear, and he presses himself flush against you. His breathing is a bit ragged as he tries to focus his thoughts. 
He tugs on one of your nipples, hard, and you have to bite back a moan. 
Maxwell grins, at you, not his usual self-satisfied, cheshire cat grin, his striking blue eyes have gotten hazy with lust. It makes him look somehow more attractive, almost more animal like. 
You continue to pump him up and down, occasionally taking a moment to swirl your thumb around the head of his cock. 
He groans against your ear, and pulls away for a moment, placing his mouth upon one of your nipples again. He hungrily goes at it, less composed than before, as one of his hands tries for the growing heat and wetness between your legs. 
You bite back another deep moan, as his thumb finds your sensitive button. 
Seemingly triggered by this, he thrusts into your hand again, and grunts against your breast, before peeling away. You immediately mourn the loss of his hands against you, and gasp as his mouth leaves your breast.
"Okay okay, okay..." He breathes, sitting up on his knees, the tip of his very erect penis poking out of his boxer breifs. He lets out another breath, as though to compose himself, before quickly pulling them down around his ankles and kicking them off of the bed. Max runs a hand through his thoroughly messy hair. He's panting slightly, as he eyes you up and down. A hungry predator, ready to devour his meal. 
His hand finds it's way to the collar around your neck again, and he runs a finger around the area where it meets your neck. You shudder involuntarily. That predatory look he is giving you, is nearly enough to drive you over the edge.
"Well?" He spoke, breaking you momentarily out of your foggy thoughts. 
"Oh-oh!" You stammer, quickly removing your own, rather soaked panties. You lean over to the edge of the bed, and deposit them unceremoniously onto the floor. When you turn back to face him, he is laying down, staring at you with a quite devilish smirk. 
He motions for you to come closer, and you eagerly obey. He pulls you close, once you're within range. "I want you so much righ' now..." He practically growls into you, one hand snaking down to your wetness. He grinds himself against you, as his fingers explore your folds. His thumb circles around your sensitive button, and the building pleasure causes you to breathlessly moan into his shoulder. 
Two fingers slowly enter you, just adding to the building pressure within, you're on the edge, and he knows, as you practically claw at his back. He continues to pump them into you, his thumb still circling your clit and adding to the build up. Just as you feel you might burst, he pulls his hand away. You can barely think, you are so wound up, but you think you hear him laugh. He retreats from you for a moment, getting onto his knees. 
He strokes himself openly, mere inches away from your face. You shudder, and almost instinctively your hands rush to fill his previous spot. 
He laughs again, seeing your reaction. "You really want it, huh?" You swallow dryly, feverishly working yourself to your own peak. He hums thoughtfull for a moment, before guiding your head towards his length. At first, you protest, but eventually open up to the protruding organ before you. He guides your mouth to his length, and you take as much as you can without gagging. 
He sighs around you, hands tangling themselves in your hair. 
You quickly set into a rhythm, pumping your fingers into yourself as you go down on him, you've never done this before, but it's shockingly erotic. You feel a twinge of shame as you feel yourself nearing your peak, while lewdly sucking on him. But as the sensations grow, the thought passes, and you quickly find yourself moaning around his shaft. This seems to spur him on, and he groans almost as shamefully, pushing you to take more of him inside your mouth. You feel your peak beginning to arrive, and it hits you like a wave, lewdly moaning about him as you push yourself further. 
Exhausted for the moment, you detach yourself from him, wiping your mouth of residual mess as you plop down onto the soft bed. He wasn't finished yet, you knew, and you opened your eyes to look at him for a moment. 
For a moment, there was an almost uncharacteristic softness in his eyes, just before he caught you looking. He then flashed you that grin of his again.
"We're not done yet.." He warned, getting atop you. "Don't tell me you're already spent..." he breathed into your ear, and you shuddered. 
"Nno, I'm good." You said, tangling your hand into his greying hair. You were tired, and extremely sensitive from your release, but you could always go further.
"Good." He smiled against you, and his hand stroked against your wetness again. It took all you could, not to moan out loudly, the area sensitive beyond reason after your previous orgasm. He grins again, and shoves two fingers inside you, and you can't hold back the moan this time. This clearly is what he wants, and he continues to roughly pump into you for what seems like an eternity. You quickly reach another frenzied end, but he doesnt stop, growling against you as your pleasure just continues to build. You can feel his erection flush against your thigh, dripping with precum. He occasionally groans, grinding it against you, in time with his pumping fingers.
"Say...my name..." He breathes the words into your ear, pumping into you again. The pleasure is becoming almost unbearable, and it comes out as a breathy moan.
"M-maaax!"
He shudders against you at the sound of his breathless name on your lips. It's just too much for him, and he pulls out and away from you, just for a moment. 
You're left, panting on the bed as he departs. He returns a moment later, opening a condom wrapper. He slides it onto his thick member with a bit of difficulty, before propping your legs open with his hands. 
"You ready, love?" He asked, almost sounding as breathless as you felt. 
You nod your head, actually eager to feel that monster inside you. 
He enters slowly at first, almost as though he was worried he might hurt you. A few inches at a time, he pushes into you. Eventually, he fills you completely, and the stretch is almost maddening. He pulls out a few inches, and plows into you again. Starting out slow, he begins to get rougher and rougher, one of his hands reaching down between you to rub at your clit. The extra stimulation is almost too much, and you convulse beneath him, moaning and breathless. 
"Yyess, love...like tha'." He breathes, bucking into you, and staring down at you with those astonishingly blue eyes. They look positively clouded by lust at the moment. His other hand begins to paw at your breast, and you suddenly lose all thought. He seems almost dead set on trying to drive you completely insane, and it's amazing. 
Max eventually forgoes the hand, and leans down to have yet another makeout session with your breasts. The stimulation proves too much, and you scream out your orgasm. He shudder as he feels you tighten around him, pushing him to go even harder. His groans and grunts quickly become a frenzied slur of expletives, as he seems to lose all sense of himself inside you. He is desperately lapping at your breasts, like some kind of beast, and it doesn't take long for you to reach another peak, you find your hands practically gluing him to your chest as you do. It doesnt take him long after that to reach his own,  desperate, gasping release.
He disconnects from you, and you fall back on the bed, thoroughly spent. After he discards the used condom, he lays down next to you.
"Need water, or anything, love?" He asks, sounding much calmer than when you had started. You sigh contentedly and nod your head, you hadn't realised how dry your mouth had been until just now. 
He plants a kiss on your forehead before he leaves. "Then-" he speaks to you as he gets to the doorway. "-maybe we can start on round two. I might even let you top~" You hear a laugh in his voice as he leaves the room.