Jack had been thinking a lot about moving on after losing his wife. He wanted to date again, to meet new people, but everything felt impossible. Sex was especially hard. He was frustrated beyond measure. His therapist kept telling him to give himself timeâhe hadnât been intimate with anyone that wasnât his wife in decades, especially not after the accident that cost him his leg, his wife was the only person thatâd ever really known him that way.
But Jack was stubborn. He pushed himself anyway. He tried picking up women who looked nothing like her, hoping the difference would help. It never worked. Either he couldnât get hard, or regret hit him before anything even started.
Eventually he wondered if trying with a man might be different, if it wouldnât drag up the same memories. He tried. Most of the guys he met were too fast, too rough, too selfish. Sleazy. It left him feeling worse.
So he bit the bullet and decided to hire someone. Someone who could be patient. Gentle. Kind. Someone who would actually listen to what he and his body needed, even if they were only doing it because they were paid. Jack was desperate enough that he just wanted to feel like himself again.
He tried the clubs firstâstrip clubs, sex clubs. Everyone was young. Rugged or twinks, none of them what he was looking for. He ended up on sketchy websites instead, and thatâs how he found Robby. Fifty-four. A regular guy. Handsome, incredibly so, but he didnât look like an oiled up statue.
Robby thought it was a prank at first. A man like Jack shouldnât need to pay for this. But then he noticed the hesitation in Jackâs voice, the uncertainty. This was real. Jack was struggling with something deeper. When Jack asked him to be gentle and take things slow, Robby was surprised, almost no one asked for that, except the occasional woman whoâd hired him for her first time because she was too scared to try with anyone else.
Robby was as careful as he could be. He guided Jack through everything like it was his first time all over again. Jack was already in his head, certain it wouldnât work, that heâd wasted the money and Robbyâs time. But Robby pulled him out of it, kissed him thoroughly, held him close, made out with him for so long Jack lost track of time. He melted into the mattress, his mind going soft and fuzzy.
When Robby finally slipped a hand into his pants, still distracting him with endless kisses, Jack discovered his body was actually responding. Heâd expected to come too fast after being pent up for so long. The opposite happened. Robby stroked him slowly, paying attention to every squirm and quiet sound, adjusting until Jack felt sixteen again, raw pleasure rolling through him in waves.
Overwhelmed but determined to see it through, Jack asked him to keep going. Robby stayed gentle as he prepped him, then fucked him missionary, letting Jack hide his face against his shoulder when the quiet sobs started.
When Jack finally came, he couldnât believe it. His face burned with embarrassmentâtear tracks, the knowledge that heâd cried while a prostitute fucked himâbut underneath it was pure relief. Heâd managed to get off again.
Robby stayed for aftercare. He cleaned Jack up, made sure he was coming down okay, checked that he was all right before he started getting dressed. When he finally left, Jack checked the time. Robby had stayed nearly an hour past what heâd been paid for, and he never asked for a single extra dollar.
In regards to my last post, let's swing wildly to the opposite side of the spectrum! Rabbot who have a *pleasure* sharing soulmate link đ Except it's ROBBY who doesn't know, cause Jack hasn't been with anyone since his wife and Robby is the biggest slut in the ED.
Every other night Jack distinctly has the feeling of his dick getting sucked or buried deep in something wet and warm. It's fucking killing Jack. He works the night shift, so he has to spend like 15mins (lmao) in a bathroom stall. Hands and forehead presses against the wall.Â
Gasping for air as he feels like his soul is being sucked out through his dick. Finally finally he feels himself getting close, so he pulls himself out. He doesn't even have to stroke himself, the ghost-like touch doing all the work to get him off.
BETTER YET Robby during his shift. It's finally the afternoon and it's been such a long day. There's this feeling creeping up on him. The lightest tickling touches across his cock; gentle stroking of the frenulum. Robby hiding in the bathroom as he feels his dick get hard, but then...the feeling changes...
The lightest touch over his hole...a tentative press or pressure...something sliding inside...Robby leans against the stall, his head thrown back. Robby's never been fingered before, didn't know it could feel like that. He gets stretched out wider and wider.Â
He's never felt so full. Something bigger pushing inside so deep; it hits something that has his vision going white. He covers his mouth with his hand, unable to keep his moans contained.
It's sweet torture until he finally cums from the slow fucking, not knowing Jack's at home with his toy and imagining Robby đ¤
Summary: You take Robby off guard from the very beginning and continue to do so throughout your entire relationship. The first time he fucks you is no exception.
Warnings: +18 mdni, age gap, size difference, inconvenient boners, groping, car sex, oral (both m! and f! receiving), choking (but not rough he just holds u by the neck), dirty talk, explicit consent given, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, semi-public, the glasses stay on (and come off so he can eat u better), talk of alcohol consumption, lightly edited
Note: this was supposed to be a drabble so i'd written it in all lowercase but then it spiraled and i had to go back and edit so if there's some missing capitilization that's why :') also huge thank u to @thykingdoncome for taking a looksie at this (and for putting me on to this sad-eyed man good GAWD)
WC: 3.6k
Robby wasn't used to having a younger girlfriend.
He had never really been the type before you. Had always preferred the maturity of an older woman or one his own age.
But when Trinity jokingly set him up on tinder and he used it seriously one time, he stumbled across your profile. You're so pretty and sweet, with those cute photos with your friends and the one on the back of a boat in a polka dot bikini.
He took a risk. Told himself it was just to try it out. He wasn't doing it seriously or anything. He just needed to get laid.
But that first date? Robby left three hours later than intended, drunk on the ambrosia of your affection and he realized that maybe a younger girlfriend is exactly what he needed.
He used to want to come home to the quiet of his house, to feed the stray cat outside and maybe read a little before bed. He used to like to sleep in on his off days, to spend the time couch rotting with a good book or some mind numbing TV. He used to like ordering takeout and never leaving the house unless he had to.
He saw enough action at work, anyway. no need for more of it.
But you are living life for the very first time and taking advantage of every second of it. Occasionally you'll sleep in until ten, if he's lucky. But you're out the door by eleven. Shopping or visiting museums or driving three hours to a store for some product that finally says it's back in stock.
And Robbyâgod. He loved to trail behind you the whole time.
He liked to carry your shopping bags and watch you try on clothes just to put them back. He liked to watch you order something new at a restaurant and see your reaction. He liked to watch as you take a hundred photos on your phone and even let you pose him so it turned out exactly like the vision in your head.
He liked hearing your giggle when you turned your phone to show him some silly TikTok he doesn't understand.
He even liked staying out late now, because you're always at a bar or a club. Always on the dance floor with a drink in your hand. Robby liked to watch you dance wildly, liked to watch the lights reflect in your eyes, liked to come home covered in your body glitter and your coconut perfume and your love.
In truth, Robby had been a little nervous thinking about the first time you'd sleep together. Worried he couldn't keep up with you, that you'd want him more often than his age would allow.
Cause, ya knowâhe's twice your age, and his stamina isn't what it used to be, and you're so alive and so bright and he's soâŚhim. A little grumpy and a whole lot tired.
But what Robby discovered after some time is that his desire for you overshadowed all else.
He looked at your smiling face and all the nerves settled in his head, going from a raging storm to still waters in an instant.
He wanted your first time together to be romantic. Maybe he'd cook you some pasta and the two of you could get wine drunk and stumble up into his bedroom late one evening, and he'd be real sweet and soft. He wanted to make love to you. Wanted you to know just how much you brighten his life, wanted you to know just how cherished you really are.
But what actually happened is far from romantic.
It's not in his bed or even his house. It's in the back of his car, in broad daylight, on a random side street one rainy, Tuesday afternoon.
You'd asked him to stop and try that new coffee place downtown before you went to meet Trinity and Dennis for lunch. The downpour had intensified while you were inside ordering, and by the time you'd ran back to the car you'd both gotten drenched.
An event that would've irritated Robby before you, but how could he be upset about the rain and his wet hair and the droplets on his glasses when you were laughing about it? How could he be upset or irritated when you wore the sweetest smile?
You'd leaned across the center console, took his face in your cold hands, and pressed your mouth to his. you always tasted so sweet, and the combination of your warm tongue against his and the cool, wet slide of the rain on your lipsâgod. It had him weak in the knees.
Arousal pooled low in his gut instantaneously. He tried to think of other things. Gross things, terrifying things, of anything but you. None of it worked to erase the intensity of his desire.
He was ten minutes away from the diner when he pulled over and admitted what was going on. "Sweetheart, I'mâŚI'm really sorry, I know you were looking forward to this but I think we might have to cancel."
A crease formed between your brows, and it pained him to see it. "What? Why? What's going on, are you okay?"
Robby's face warmed, and he knew he should probably lie. Make up some fluke of an excuse as to why he'd suddenly had a change of heart and needed to return home at the very last second. But the look in your eyes was full of true concern, and Robby knew he'd never be able to lie. Not to you.
So, he took it on the chin. Swallowed down his embarrassment and said, "Yeah, yeah. ButâŚuhmâwhen youâŚwhen you kissed me, it was reallyâŚ" he laughed, fingers fidgeting. "It felt really nice. Too nice, actually, andâ"
"Oh," you interrupted. "You're hard?"
The words are said so plainly, as if there's nothing wrong with the fact that he'd gotten this worked up over something as small as a kiss. Robby shook his head. "I've tried to get it to go away, but," he scoffed. "It's notâuh, not working, soâ"
"Well, let me help you." Your lips turned up at the corners, a knowing smirk forming. you unbuckled your seatbelt and moved closer, leaning over the center console until your mouth is a breath away from his. "Is it okay if I touch you?"
Robby's head turned, glancing out of the rain-clouded windows. There was no one around, and he very much wanted you to touch him, butâ "Are you sure? Here?"
Your nod is both certain and enthusiastic. "What better place than here and now?"
He laughed. "Anywhere would be better than here," he said. "My bed, your bed, the damn couch, for christ's saâ"
You palmed at his bulge through the too-thick fabric of his jeans. "Yeah? That's where you wanna fuck me, Mikey? The couch?" Your voice was low and teasing in his ear, sending shivers up his spine.
Robby swallowed, muscles slackening beneath your touch. You squeezed his length in your hand, stroking him with your thumb.
"OrâŚ" you began. "Do you wanna fuck me here?" Your other hand joined the first, aiding so you could unbutton his jeans and slide your hand down the front of them.
He's not wearing boxersâRobby can't stand the extra fabric and the way it bunchesâand suddenly your hand was wrapped tight around his aching cock. His head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed as you whispered against the shell of his ear.
"You're even bigger than I thought you'd be. Gonna feel soâso full, when you're inside me." you said, stroking his cock with the perfect amount of pressure. "I think about you fucking me a lot, Mikey. You're just so strong and so big and so fuckin' sexy. You remember when I asked you to send me those pictures when you were in the shower? I've touched myself to them so many times."
It killed him to hear it. To imagine you with your fingers on your clit or buried deep inside you while you're thinking about him. His cock pulsed, throbbing with desire. "This isn'tâfuckâthis isn't how it's supposed to be. I'm supposed toâto be sweet. Dinner and wine and roseâjesusârose petals andâ"
"I don't want rose petals today," you murmured. You licked at his neck, wet tongue sliding up over his pulse, over the stubble there that he's gone a day too long without shaving. "What I want is to suck your cock. Can I do that, Mikey?"
Robby was nodding before he could think any better of it. He lifts his hips just enough to pull his jeans down, cock springing free and resting against his belly, reaching just below his navel. It's thick and aching for you, resting just on top of the dark hair of his happy trail. "'Course you can, baby."
The smile you gave him in response is nothing short of earth-shattering.
Robby doesn't think anyone has ever seemed this eager for him. No one's been so desperate for it. The realization made him feel dizzy with affection for you and the way you worship him, the way you trust him.
You leaned over the center console, took his cock in one hand, and pressed a wet kiss to his tip. Your mouth is so soft and so sweet and so warm. Your tongue swirled around his length as you eased him into your mouth, tracing each vein over and over as if for memorization.
Robby didn't know where to put his hands. He wanted to touch you, to smooth your hair back away from your face. He wanted to reach over and squeeze the supple flesh of your ass through your leggings. He wanted to reach lower, to press his fingers against your folds through the cotton fabric until you moaned for him.
But he didn't know what was too much, or what wasn't enough, andâ
You suddenly swallowed him down, taking all of him in your mouth, nose pressed to the thick hair at the base of his cock and it felt so fucking good that he nearly finishes right then and there.
And Robby, on instinct, grabbed the back of your neck to steady himself. "Oh fuck," he choked out. "Careful, pretty girl. Careful, carefulâ"
You slowly leaned back, mouth sealed tight around him, sucking hard until his cock pops out from between your lips. You turned your head to look up at him, slapping the underside of his length lewdly against your tongue. Spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth, sliding messily down your chin. "I love sucking your cock," you said.
A smile stretched across his face. Real and true and happy. "Yeah?"
You nodded in response, teary eyes alight with desire. "Mhm."
"Well, it's not fair for you to have all the fun now, is it?" Robby's fingers curled around the back of your neck, pulling you up and off of him. He guided your mouth to his, the kiss wet this time in a whole different way. His free hand found your neck, bracketing your throat completely between his big hands.
You moaned against his tongue and Robby smiled against your lips.
He pulled away only to instruct, "Why don't you go ahead an' get in the back seat for me, baby."
A grin formed on your faceâpretty and submissive and alive with hunger. Robby could get real addicted to this, he thought. Real addicted to you.
He let go of your throat, and watched as you hurriedly did as told. Obedient little thing, so perfect.
Robby followed closely behind. He reached tbeneath the passenger seat to push it forward. The space is too small for him; cramped even when he bends on aching knees to the floor of the back seat.
Kneeling between your thighs, Robby hooked his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and pulled them down, over your high top sneakers. His hands come to feel the softness of your exposed skin, roaming up and beneath your shirt, feeling you this close for the very first time.
Robby palmed your breasts over the fabric of your bra, thumbs running over the subtle swells of your peaked nipples. "You're so pretty," he mused, leaning forward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss just above your navel.
His mouth traveled downward, peppering kisses across your belly until his lips met the fabric of your panties. Robby delighted in the shiver you gave as the warmth of his breath fanned across your cunt. He pressed a kiss right over your clit and grinned to himself as your spine arched.
"Let's take these off, yeah?"
You nodded eagerly, and Robby didn't waste time before pulling your panties away.
"Oh, look at that," Robby muttered. He brought his hand between your legs and slid his fingers gently through your arousal. "So fuckin' wet, isn't she? This all for me, baby?"
"Yes," you breathed out. "Need you, Mikey. So bad."
"I know you do. S'alright, I've got you." Robby took his glasses off and set them on the leather seat beside you, before leaning forward and kissing you right where you needed him most. A shallow breath stuttered out of your chest, but he doesn't give you a moment to gather yourself. His tongue darts out, licking you from your entrance to your clit and then circling.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Robby obliged your silent instruction, suckling your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the pulsing nerves.
His heart was beating fast in his chest, his cock aching to be inside you. He had one hand on your breast, and brought the other to your cunt. Robby finds your opening with two gentle fingers and pushed them in.
"Oh god," you cried out. "That's so good. You feel soâfuck."
Robby curled his fingers inside of you, pushing hard against the softest spot."Talk to me, pretty girl," he urged. "Tell me what feels good."
"M-maybe a littleâŚhmmâa little faster?"
He quickened the pace of his fingers and licked at your clit more feverishly, humming when you give a little gasp in response.
"Fuckâyes, yes. Like that. Andâyour fingers just a little deeperâjustâ"
Robby listened like a trained dog, heeding your every beck and call. He pressed deeper, thrusting his fingers upwards untilâ
"Ohmygod, yesâjust like that, just like that please. Don't stop, don't stopâ"
He doesn't. Robby licked and sucked at your clit until his spit dripped down onto the leather seat below you. He groaned low at the taste of your arousal, ambrosia made just for him. sweet and youthful and delectable.
He didn't deserve it, Robby knew. Your desire, your love, your light. But he'll eat it all up for as long as you continue to give it.
You clenched around his fingers and Robby pulled his mouth away, strings of saliva snapping against his chin. "You about to cum, baby?"
"Yes, yes, please, Mikey I need itâ!"
"Nuh-uh," he said with a shake of his head. He pulled back fully, sliding his fingers out of you and rising to his full height. "M'gonna watch the first time you cum for me. Wanna see it on your face. Wanna feel you milk my cock 'til I fill up that sweet little pussy of yours."
A whimper left your mouth, and Robby could do nothing but smile cause he knew. He knew how needy you feel, how frantic that desire made you. He knew because it lived in him, too.
He pressed your legs upwards, setting the soles of your sneakers against the edge of the backseat. He grabbed at the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head before picking up his glasses and setting them back on his face. "Take it all off," Robby ordered. "Let me see you."
You do as told, quickly adding your hoodie and bra to the growing pile of discarded clothes.
Robby took a minute just to absorb it all; to memorize the way you looked, spread out for him in the backseat of his car, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. You're the prettiest little thing. Half his age, half his heart.
That four letter L word flitted across his mind, but Robby doesn't give life to it.
Not yet, anyway.
He dragged his hand down the center of your chest instead, but thought you must be able to feel the love in it, manifesting at the very tips of his fingers.
"I want you inside me," you whispered, bringing your hand to his against your chest, holding tight to his knuckles.
Robby nodded and took his cock in his free hand, sliding it through the syrupy wetness between your legs before he lined himself up with your entrance. He pressed his cock in, just the head at first. Enough for him to notch himself there so he can wrap his hand around the back of your neck instead.
He forced you to look at him, eyes locked together as he slowly pushed all the way inside.
You breathed out synchronized sighs of relief the moment he's seated fully inside you, cock pressed right up against your womb.
You're so tight around him, so wet and warm and perfect. Robby began to gently rock his hips, keeping you steady with his heavy hands. One on your chest, the other at the back of your neck. He can feel your heart beating beneath his palm, pulse elevated in the way his likely is.
"God, Mikeyâ"
You don't need to ask him to quicken his pace, not this time. Robby heard it in your voice. And some old dogs could certainly learn new tricks.
He finds a rhythm that has your eyes threatening to roll back. The perfect tempo, filling you up and fucking you deep. "My girl," he muttered. "My pretty girl. So good to me. Fuck."
Your spine arched off the back of the leather seat, chest pressed more firmly against his hand. "That's so good, so'fuckingâmmm."
"Touch yourself for me, baby," Robby said.
You find your clit and circle it with deft, practiced fingers. Robby took note of the direction you move, cataloging the information for later. "It's soâso bigâ"
"I know, sweet girl. But you can take it, hm? Can't you?"
The words are broken in your mouth, overtaken by a wanton moan.
"I know you are," he whispered. "Can feel her squeezing me real tight. You gonna cum for me already?"
He'd said it as a taunt, but in truth Robby was no better. He'd been fighting off his own release from the very moment he'd slid his cock inside you.
"Look at me," he ordered, fingers flexed around the back of your neck. And once you do, a satisfied smile formed on his mouth. "Good. Good. Now cum for me, baby. Give it to me."
Your breath halted, the exhale stuck in your chest. And then Robby could feel your cunt pulse around him, and you let out a ragged whimper as your release rocked through you. "Cum with me, please," you cried. "Want you to cum inside, Mikey."
That's what did him in; the sound of your voice, whining out his name. A moniker he only ever allowed you to call him. So fitting, coming from the soft, bright thing you are. "Shit," he hissed, his own orgasm clouding the edges of his vision. "Takin' it all, huh? Yeah, that's it. That's my girl."
He didn't stop, not until he was well and truly spent. Until he'd fucked all of his release into your cunt, until his cock was sensitive and your breathing evened out beneath his palm.
Robby pressed his mouth to yours tenderly and could feel your smile as it formed. He pulled away, stuffed himself back into his jeans and asked, "What's so funny?"
You shook your head. "Nothing, justâŚI think Trin is calling me."
It's only when you say it that Robby finally heard the buzzing coming from the front seat. He reached towards it, taking your forgotten phone in his hand and examining the screen to find a photo of Trinity with her head in your lap.
Robby remembered the night he'd taken the photo, some third shift party at John's place you'd insisted on crashing. You'd made friends with Trinity in two seconds flat when she'd confessed her part in his Tinder profile to you, much to Robby's dismay.
He passed the device to you. "Wanna answer it?"
You took your phone, clicked the screen once, and pressed it to your ear. "We're late, I'm sorry, I know," you laughed. "We're on our way. Got stuck in traffic. Order me one of those strawberry lemonades."
Robby helped you find your clothes, tugging your panties back over your legs and righting them around your hips. Your leggings were next, and he tried not to think about his cum that slowly spilled out of you to avoid another stop on the way to the diner.
Robby couldn't fight his grin as he found his shirt to pull it back over his head.
"Trin, no. A shot? It's not even noonâwell, yeah, now it is, butâ!"
You both climbed to the front of his car, and Robby reached over to buckle you in.
"WellâŚI mean, if it's a mimosaâŚ"
Robby laughed as he turned the key in the ignition. Knew right then and there he'd probably spend half the afternoon taking care of you, but knew good and well that he'd love every moment of it.
He promised himself he'd give you those rose petals later.
But for now, the vibrancy you've painted in his heart is enough.
basically when you apply to med school some secondaries ask for a headshot (kms) and im thinking about omegaverse omega!robby needing to appear docile and inviting so he can get let in under the assumption that heâs doing peds or obgyn (heâs built all his apps around this narrative)
so he has to shoot a series of ridiculous, lowkey softcore head and body shots to pick from for his apps and decides on this one to attach because he looks compliant, with his unmated neck tastefully hidden like some old school alphas on the board might enjoy
and if you wanna take it a step further, attending!alpha!jack sits on adcom or something and sees this picture burned into his fucking retinas when heâs home trying to get some sleep
You always assumed kids would not be something Jack wanted given heâs pushing 50 and the whole thing with his late wife, only to discover that he has a breeding kink/ baby fever
Plz ignore me if this isnât something you are comfortable with I know itâs very specific
thank you anon! this was perfect!!! i hope i gave your idea justice as i pumped this out pretty quick!!
also sorry i didnât proofread :(
MDNI 18+
word count: 1.4k
You and Jack returned home from your monthly date night. Before getting out to open your door, Jack had placed his hand on your jaw to guide your glassy eyes to his and pressed a soft deep kiss to your lips. When he pulled away be saw your eyes full lust and want.
âCâmon honey, letâs get you insideâ he said with a gravelly voice.
You gave a tipsy smile and nod in return.
Walking you up to the front door, you both managed to keep your hands to yourselves, choosing to spare your neighbors of the sight of your love making.
After getting inside and closing the door, you could barely contain yourself and began kissing up and down Jackâs neck and exposed (god you love it when he leaves a few top buttons undone).
âGod Jack you look so fucking goodâ you whisper, running your hands in the hairs on the back of his neck, trailing your kisses up to meet his lips.
When your lips meet his, Jack groans and melts easily into the kiss. His hands venture from by his side to now squeezing gently at your hips and ass.
âYea, you like it when your old man is dressed up?â he teases with a smirk.
You bite your bottom lip and give a nod.
âMmm, well letâs go upstairs and Iâll show you how much I love how you look.â
You both race upstairs, Jack faltering a few times because of his prosthesis.
When you both made it to the bedroom, neither of you wasted anytime and began to undress each other. Once you both were bare, Jack laid you down on the bed before crawling over you.
His hands rubbed up and down your side, âYou gonna let me show you how pretty you are baby? Hmm?â
Your cheeks warm, hands go to cover your face at his words, but are quickly stopped by Jackâs right one.
âLook at me pretty girlâŚwhaddya say? Gonna let me love on you?â His hands are now gliding from your sides to circle your nipples.
âYesâ you breathe out.
Jack wastes no time and duck his head to your nipple and begins licking and sucking incessantly before turning his attention to the other. His hands slide down your body to rest between your thighs and begin to rub your clit with his middle and ring finger before sliding his middle finger inside you. He begins to pump in and out of your wet cunt then adding ring finger too.
You gasp at the feeling, Jackâs head lifts to see your face twisted in pleasure. He begins to increase his speed on your pussy while he presses wet open mouthed kisses to your throat.
âGod Jack, it feels so fucking good. I need you in meâ, your hands begin to reach for his hips.
âYou want my cock in you baby?â
He gently slides his fingers out of your opening, gives himself a few pumps, and begins running his tip up and down your pussy, collecting your slick.
He then lines himself up before slowly sliding himself inside. Once he reaches the hilt, he pauses and takes a big deep breath. He looks down at your figure waiting for him, his hands massaging your hips.
âMy pretty girlâŚlooking so beautiful, so perfect.â
He begins his pace with a sharp snap of his hips. His pace is slow, enjoying the feel of you around him, while his thrust are deep and powerful, creating a slapping sound that fills the room.
Your legs wrap around his lower back, pushing your feet into him to bring him closer to you. Your hands slide up and down his chest and tummy, loving the feel of his soft old man body on yours.
Feeling you spur him on, made him increase his pace and begin pounding into you.
âDamn, baby your squeezing me so fucking goodâ Jack groans in your ear and slam even harder into you.
âFuuuuck Jack it feels so good!â you moan out, you use your soft hand to grab the back of his neck and bring him into a passionate kiss, allowing him to drink in you moans.
Jack slides his hand that was pawing at your hip to slide in between both of your hips and let his thumb rest on your pulsing clit. He eagerly began thumbing it to bring you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You back arches off the bed, âOh my god Jackie, Iâm gonna cum. Fuck i want you to cum with meâ
âIâm almost there sweetheartâ, Jack increases his pace to bring himself closer to his peak.
âWhere dâya want me cum babyâ, Jack asks, remembering that he was to caught up with fucking you to put on a condom not that he minded.
You were babbling beneath him, to cock-drunk to think of your next words.
âCum inside me JackieâŚwanna-fuck, wanna make you a daddyâ
As soon as the words fell from your lips it was as if you had woken up. Your eyes widen in realization and feeling Jack stiffen above you made you begin to push him away.
Neither of you had the conversation of children before. You were okay with not having them, assuming Jack wouldnât want them since heâs 50 and he had already tried for kids with his late wife. But still something inside of you was wanting to see your loving boyfriend be a dad to your own.
You saw how he interacted with children during family get togethers or even the one time you had stopped by the Pitt to drop off food and he was taking care of a 1 year old.
Despite this idea you had built inside you head, it was all false. Jack was obsessed with getting you pregnant, he loved picturing himself filling you up, you waddling with your big round belly, and tits engorged with milk.
The idea of it made him rock hard.
He never shared his perverse feelings in fear that you wouldnât want kids with him. Heâs not naĂŻve, heâs aware of his age. He knows that itâs not typical to have kids with someone in their 50s but he didnât care. He wanted it all with you.
So, hearing those words come from your lips did make him stiffen, but in shock and happiness, not because he was upset.
He didnât let you pull him out of you, instead he grabbed your hips so fiercly it could leave bruises. âYou want me to put a baby in you? Wanna make me a fuckinâ daddy huh?â
Your wide eyes peered into his to find them filled with need. You nodded slowly.
Jack begins to fuck into you relentlessly, not caring about anything other than pumping you full of his seed.
âIâll make you a mommy babyâ
Jacks lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, and pushing your knees into your chest into the mating press.
âGod youâre squeezing the shit outta meâ Jack grunts above you.
Your head is thrown back moaning out anything, too lost within the pleasure heâs bring you.
âJackie your sâgoodâŚwant you to cum in me baby-want us to cum together, mâso close jackieâ
Jack leans down further stretching you even more, caging you in with his strong beefy arms, using his whole body weight to thrust in you.
âiâm gonna cum baby, you gonna cum with meâ he moans into your ear. You nod back, unable to since all of the air has left your body.
âOh fuckâ, suddenly his thrust become more erratic, your pussy spasms around his thick cock as you cum. His dick twitches as he fills you with his warmth.
Jack keeps his cock sheathed inside you as you both come down from your collective high. Massaging your thigh and he evens his breath.
He pulls out of you and inches himself down to be face to face with your pussy, watching as his seed drips out of your pulsing slit. His cock immediately begins to harden seeing his cum pulse out of you.
âIâm gonna have to fuck ya again sweetie, make sure youâre pregnant by the time iâm done. Gonna get you all big and round.â
You look up at him in disbelief as you try to catch your breath, trying to see if there was any hint of joking in his eyes. But his face held no ounce of humor. Something told you that Jack was gonna keep going all night until it finally takes.
