His mouth smashed against mine. His kisses were fire. He kicked my legs apart with his knees. “Unadulterated shit. Worse than shit. I can resist smack. I can’t resist you.” He jammed himself inside of me.

He climaxed quickly. “Ah, Jesus!” He was panting. “Let me die now.”

I pushed him off my body, but his arm shot out and held mine. Slowly, he put my hand on his solid erection. “Please?”

“I’m sore.”

“Suck me.”

I paused. “Did you take something?”

“I’m almost forty-five. What do you think?”

“Chris!”

“You can’t offer a starving man a buffet and expect him not to gorge.” I pulled my hand away from his grip and was about to go down on him, but he stood up. “C’mere.”

“What?”

“Just come here.” I complied. He placed me, back against the wall, and pushed me down on my knees. “Please?”

“Get me a pillow.”

He turned around and got me one. I put it under my knees. He caged me with his body, then he put his hand around my neck and brought my mouth forward.

I said, “Don’t you dare shove it down my throat.” Of course, that was exactly what he did. I gagged and then slapped him hard. I pulled away. “The next time, I bite.”

He smiled. The second time, he was a bit gentler. He said, “Can I come in your mouth?”

I nodded yes.

“Can I come on your face?”

I nodded again.

“Can I come on your tits?”

A third nod.

“Can you be my sex slave for the rest of my life?”

I shook my head no.

“Damn!” He climaxed in my mouth.

This time when I pushed him off, he didn’t hold me back. I made a beeline straight to the shower. When I came out, I immediately put on my nightdress and pulled back my hair. He was sitting up in bed, pillows behind his back, stretched out and bare-chested with his sweatpants on. He was looking at his phone, his face covered by his blond-white hair. Fit and buff, he was a gorgeous guy. I understood why I fell for him at sixteen. But now, I should know better. Sunlight was streaming underneath the shade covering the window. It was probably close to seven in the morning.

He looked up and said, “C’mere.”

“I’m not interested,” I told him.

“I’ve got my pants on. Although they could be off in a second if you wanted.”

“I don’t want.”

“C’mere!” A pause. “I want to show you something.”

I went over to the bed. He patted the mattress next to his body. I slid over and lay stretched out next to him. He was fiddling with his phone. I said, “I’m here.”

“Hold on.” He showed me his phone and pressed the play arrow on a video.