Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

“Are you okay? You seemed... tense, outside.” She glances at the spine of
my book, cringing. “Uh-oh, Dorian Gray? I know you have some mileage on
you, but honestly, thirty-two is young nowadays. The oldest man in the world
is one hundred and fifteen, you know? You still have time.”
Shutting the book with a snap, I toss it onto the end table and lash out
with one hand, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down into the chair with
me. She squeals, adjusting so she’s straddling me on her knees, pussy sitting
pretty on top of my dick.
It hardens beneath her immediately, ready for its next fill.
“Is the oldest man in the world really that old?” I ask, skimming my nose
along her jawline.
Shivering, she shrugs, slipping her arms around my neck and grinding
down on me. “I have no clue, but it distracted you from your funk, right?”
Pulling back just enough to stare deep into her eyes, I exhale, shaking my
head slightly. “You distracted me. You seem to have a natural talent for that.”
“Oh.” Grinning, Elena leans in, running the tip of her tongue over the
shell of my ear, then nipping at the lobe. “Well, let me make it up to you.”
Her hand retreats from my neck, sliding down my chest, before diving
into the waistband of my pants; she crooks her elbow, wrapping her fingers
as tight around my growing erection as she can, smoothing the pad of her
thumb over the glossy tip.
Leaning my head back, I let out a long breath, my stress morphing into
impending release as blood rushes south.
“Someone’s ready for me,” she whispers, stroking my heated flesh.
Reaching down, she pops open the fly, scrambling to pull me out, and lifts
herself up.
“Always,” I grit, pushing her dress to the tops of her thighs, fisting the
material so it stays in place. I let out a throaty growl when her pussy bares
itself to me, glistening like a dew-soaked rose petal. “Jesus, little one. Do you
ever wear panties?”
She grins, taking me in hand and lining us up. “Nope, and now I
definitely never will.”
Sinking slowly, she takes me inch by inch, until her ass rests on the tops
of my thighs. Gasping sharply as I bottom out, she swallows, her hand flying
up to tangle in my hair.
Rotating her hips, she glides up and down cautiously, like she isn’t quite
sure what to do, and it hits me in the gut again that she’s completely