My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 18

Joana

The music continued to play, it was so beautiful and if I hadn't already been so in love with my forty-year-old, I would be now.

Without realizing it, my tears start to flow, but I let them go and don't dry my eyes. The translation was so beautiful, it didn't matter that the song said about childhood love or even saying the ages, for me the most important thing was that it said that I was perfect for him.

"I have faith in what I see

Now I know I met an angel in person

And she's perfect, I don't deserve it

You're perfect tonight"

When the song ends, he lifts my face and wipes my tears. I know I'm a mess. I look at him and see love and lust in his beautiful eyes, which shined brightly when he realized that I had loved his affection.

— You say I'm perfect and that you don't deserve me? — I let out a sigh of emotion and continue talking. — If so, I don't deserve this beautiful love that you are giving me. This song that you insisted on playing shows how perfect we are for each other — I say, excited and he pulls me back into his arms, kissing me again. It was like the most natural thing in the world.

As we kiss, sometimes with affection, sometimes with passion, I feel Mauricio's hands on my waist. Little by little he starts pulling the felt that holds my coat.

— As always, perfect for me! — he says in a hoarse tone, when he realizes what I was wearing. I could see that he swallowed hard when he saw my red lace nightgown. — Wow, you look beautiful like that! If I had known that this was how you slept, I would sleep with you every day, and if I had imagined that this was the type of nightgown you would be wearing, I wouldn't have sent Gustavo, but rather sent a woman! — he says, all possessive.

— He's actually cute — I tease him.

Mauricio pulls me into an overwhelming kiss. His hands move across my body, reaching for my intimacy.

- You are mine! — he declares, fervently and continues speaking: — That greedy little p***y is mine! — My forty-year-old man, as he says this, pulls my panties aside and pushes two fingers inside it, doing a back and forth motion that leaves me panting. — No man will come close or much less touch what is mine!

He plays with me until he pushes me to the limit, and removes his fingers inside me, making me moan in protest. This man really knew how to prove his point by saying that I belonged to him body and soul.

My hot Hades lowers the straps of my shirt and starts kissing my neck, going down until he reaches my breasts. He bends down and licks and sucks them like there's no tomorrow.

My nightgown falls to the floor and he looks at me with veneration, as if he were facing a goddess. I don't know what to think with that hot look he was giving me. I just know that I was at his mercy and given over to this passion.

Mauricio takes my hand and leads me to the bed and lays me down gently. We stayed like that looking at each other, until we surrendered ourselves to our love again. Now we were sure that there would be no going back and that what we wanted would be achieved.

I watch him get up and I miss his body next to me. I see him taking off his shirt and showing me what a wonderful, perfect body he had.

- You are perfect! — I repeat the phrase that my forty-year-old told me and he gives me that panty-wetting smile. I'm delighted to see how magnificent his body is, without any fat. That was what made me jealous. Now my body had the most fat.

— You look like you want to devour me — he jokes and he's right, I want to devour that bad-ass hunk called Mauricio. My forty-year-old, my Hades and my love.

- How did you guess? — I also joke and call him to bed when I see him there, just in his boxer shorts, very hot.

— Huuum... Someone is very impatient — he teases me and lies down next to me, caressing my face.

Without him waiting, I sit on his lap. My forty-year-old stares at me ecstatically and I decide to take action.

— I think I'm going to be raped — he jokes and I laugh, starting to move back and forth on him, which drives my forty-year-old man crazy.

- I also think! — I barely finished speaking and I was turned down onto his body, completely surprising me.

— Then I better take advantage of you — he says and opens my legs, fitting his d**k right at the entrance to my p***y and rubbing against it. I groan. — You're enjoying it, right, my sun?

- Yes! — I moan again and dig my nails into his back, making him moan, then I say: — The night is young and I want to see if he's good at what he does — I tease him and get a thrust of his c**k in my p***y .

— That's provocative, my sun! Today you're going home with your ass all scarred by me, by every insolence — he threatens, making me even wetter.

— So someone is just making promises and more promises — I mock and am devoured by my forty-year-old.