“You’re magnificent, Jet. I’ve never seen anything like you.” I reached out a finger to trace his collarbone. “You’re so vibrant, so alive. I want to soak up every inch of you.”
“Be my guest.” For his part, Jet worshipped my body, even the parts that weren’t so firm anymore, and made me feel sexy. “You’re an attractive man, Clifford Ames.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I replied on a gasp as he kneeled before me to sniff, taste, and lick my dick. “Mmm, like that, do you?”
“Like you have to ask,” he murmured, then grabbed hold of my thighs as he took me all the way down and swallowed.
I gave a sharp cry before spilling immediately down his throat, so strong was my response to his mouth. I was mortified.
“Oh, God,” I said, panting, my body flushed red in shame and release. “I’m sorry.”