Going Down : Anal Brats 15 (First Time Anal Sex Erotica): Anal Brats, #15

By Kimmy Welsh

I hated stepping out into the hall of my apartment building.  When your ex-boyfriend lives only a few doors away you kind of run the gauntlet, but if there's one thing worse than seeing your ex it's seeing your ex's father.

Me and Mr. Clarke step into the elevator and the awkwardness is almost too much.  When it breaks down the two of us are forced to talk more and soon the notion of 'going down together' takes on a whole new meaning!

Read as Mr. Clarke treats me to an amazing first-time experience in that sweltering, hot-box of sin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Nov 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393402978

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If you wanted to, of course?

He took another step.

No-one would have to know, he said, but honestly, I think I’d quite like to tell them.

I bit my lip and let out a stupid giggle.  I was like putty in his very experienced hands at this point.

He took another step forward until his bare chest was almost touching me.  I could feel my heart beating faster than it had ever dared.  The adrenaline surged through me in this heady mix of arousal and fight-or-flight.  I’d never been with a guy before, but I felt ready.  Men like Mr. Clarke don’t come around every day.

I want to, I whispered.

His face came closer to mine and I parted my lips as he approached.  I looked up hopefully at his eyes and started to close mine.

Thankfully Mr. Clarke didn’t leave me hanging.  That woody aftershave bloomed in my nostrils again.  I’ll never forget it.  It would always be the smell that I enjoyed moments before we had our first kiss.

His lips touched to mine and at first we let them linger, testing each other’s resolve.  Fuck it, I thought, and I put my arm around him and pulled him onto me.

We kissed passionately, smudging our lips against each other and driving our tongues deep.  They fought in the embrace and my hands became more adventurous.  I slid them over the sweat on his back and likewise he started to fondle me.

I didn’t take long for those big, capable hands of his to find my ass.  He gripped at it, taking a fistful of dress and ass at once before pulling his face off mine.

God, I wanted to suck his cock so bad.  Something about ‘owning’ an older guy like that—it was tough to explain.  Knowing that he’d surrender to me and let me put that thing in my mouth was an odd sign of loving trust.

Let me suck it, I hushed, and I started to kneel to the floor before him.

Mr. Clarke’s eyes were on