Jason stopped squatting, standing straight up. “Fu-fuck, John, you're so-” “I know,” I stopped him. As I got up and walked towards him, he tried to paw at his own cock, whining and panting from his hands unable to reach any part of the slumping tool. Once I reached him, I sandwiched my cock between his tits, his thick beard rubbing my wet dickhead. “Hmmm, yeah, not getting you to shave that,” I let out as I held onto his shoulders. His precum dripped onto my feet, covering them in sticky lube. He blushed, “John... I... Hnngg... Fuck, I'm so sorry, y'know...” I chuckled, starting to pec-fuck him. With every thrust, he slowly stepped backwards, putting his thick hands on my waist. “You're so cute like that,” I teased him, knowing how much he hated being called anything less than manly. Boiling over with rage, he tightened his grip on me as I thrust, his face now red. Looking him dead in the eyes, I groaned. “I can just stop, y'know.” He got the hint and released his grip. “Good boy.”
“Can y-you... I... John- I,” he sputtered between breaths, huffing the scent of my cock. I smirked as I kept pushing him. He bumped into a wall, massive shelf-ass first. “It's so- so- so good,” he tried to beg as I felt more of my pre moisten his beard. “Not yet.” I massaged his shiny head, forcing him to keep his gaze focused on me as I stroked, using his chest to massage my cock. “Yeah, bounce them for me,” I moaned, half-laughing. Jason's chest squeezed my dick as he started obeying. “Hmmmm, yeah...” Groans escaped me as I sped up, eyes locked with him. “Plea-please,” he whimpered, “my ass- is I need it so bad.” Grunts, groans and chuckles were the only sounds I offered him. His eyes were pleading to get plowed, but I knew better than to give him what he wanted. “Fuck...” My balls throbbed as I approached my climax. “You want it? Yeah...” I fucked his chest with longer strokes, getting my cockhead closer and closer to his mouth each time. “No! No! Hnnng, fuck John, No!” he groaned with anger, before meekly correcting himself, “fuck John, so- so- sorry, y....yeah...”
The immediate regret in his eyes pushed me over the edge. I aimed at the underside of his jaw as I started unloading, “good boi, yeaahhhhhhh.” Moving my hands to my cockhead, I coated his beard in my cum, smearing my prime load across his face and chin. Blessed with potent Eastaze balls, there was enough cum to fully wet his face, as I spread my seed all over him. “Your cum smells.... so good John,” he moaned. “Thanks, cumrag,” I smiled at him, “I'm not done with you yet.”
I lowered myself until my face was in front of his chest, kneeling on one leg. Kissing his pec, I slowly made my way towards his thick, juicy nipple. Jason's breathing sped up again, “plea- hmm- please...” Kissing around his overdeveloped tit, I snickered, “you love it huh?” Not giving him the time to reply, I licked his sensitive flesh quickly, bracing myself for what was to come.
The ground shook as my trophy husband roared in pleasure, unable to contain himself. Pinching it lightly with my teeth, I pulled gently, his hips buckling repeatedly. With another flick of my tongue, I latched onto him, my lips surrounding the fat nipple. “Oh yeahhhh,” Jason grunted, trying to move his hand towards my head, only able to reach my shoulders. My hands free, I massaged one of his blown out quads, feeling the thick veins covering it against my fingers, aiming for the closest of his massive balls. “Uhk- J- Uh- J- FUCK!” he screamed out, before his hands flew off my shoulders. I felt him shake, a intense gurgling echoing from his balls. A high-pressure jet hit the ground, as his legs gave in.
Jason's ass slammed on the ground loudly, splashing into a small puddle of his cum and pre-cum. I stood up above him, looking down at the wall of muscle. He was thrusting his hips forwards, eyes glazed over by his orgasm as his toes crimped. His useless cock pulsed as his sperm emptied out. “Yeah... Fuck... Yeah... Thanks... Fuck...” he mumbled repeatedly, exhaling heavily between words.
I'd had enough of looking at him dirty the floor, I picked up the book and headed to the kitchen, ready to grab a post-workout meal.