He never lost a stroke. I was beginning to hate him in that way you can only hate someone you love. Turning to my side, I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some into my palm. Smearing it across my palm and fingers, I gripped Greg’s c**k snugly so he pumped his own c**k into my fist every time he stroked mine with his hole.
“You’re a wicked man,” he told me, smiling.
As he rode me, f*****g my hand and my c**k simultaneously, his breathing began to shift, becoming more erratic, less in control, until he finally shuttered and shot his load across my belly and chest, his ass hole clenching tightly around my c**k. Two more strokes and I was blissfully pushed off the edge. My orgasm came violently upon me, shaking me to my core. My body quaked under him as the pleasure of my release spre
