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Morning light filtered weakly through the thin orange curtains of John's room, turning the simple bedroom into something softer and almost intimate. The heater hummed quietly in the corner. You woke first, still wrapped in John’s arms, your back pressed to his warm solid chest. His soft belly rose and fell steadily against you, one heavy arm draped possessively over your waist even in sleep.
You shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant ache between your thighs from last night’s rough play. The memory sent a fresh wave of heat through you. Turning in his arms, you faced him and pressed soft kisses along his jaw until his eyes fluttered open behind his glasses (which he’d somehow kept on most of the night).
“Morning,” you whispered, smiling.
John’s voice was gravelly with sleep. “Morning, sweetheart.” He pulled you closer, kissing your forehead, then your lips - slow and lazy. His hand stroked down your bare back, cupping your ass gently. “You sleep okay?”
You nodded, then nuzzled into his neck. “I want you again.”
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Greedy girl. After last night?”
You rolled your hips against him, feeling him start to harden. “From behind this time,” you murmured. “But… not the usual way.”
John stilled. His hand paused on your hip.
You looked up at him, eyes steady. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
The words hung in the quiet room. John’s eyes widened, the sleepy haze vanishing instantly. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with genuine concern.
“Kid... I’ve never done that before.” His voice was low, serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
You shifted closer, pressing your body flush against his. “ I want to feel that you stretching me open… your belly against my back while you fuck my ass.”
John groaned quietly, his cock twitching hard against your thigh despite his hesitation. He searched your face for any sign of doubt and found none.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You really trust me that much?”
“I do.”
He was quiet for a long moment, then nodded once, jaw tight.
“Alright. But we do this my way. Slow. Lots of lube. You tell me the second anything feels wrong. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
John rolled over and rummaged in the bedside table's drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube. His hands were steady, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. He coated his fingers generously, then gently turned you onto your side, spooning behind you.
“Relax for me,” he murmured against the back of your neck, kissing the skin there. “Breathe.”
He started slow - one slick finger circling your tight entrance, pressing gently until the muscle gave way. He worked you open patiently, adding a second finger only when you were ready, scissoring carefully while his other arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his warm chest. His soft belly pressed against your back the whole time, grounding and reassuring.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, voice thick with restraint. “So tight… fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
When he added a third finger, you moaned softly, pushing back against his hand. John groaned, kissing your shoulder.
“Still okay?”
“Yeah, feels good.”
He spent several more minutes opening you up, whispering praise and checking in constantly. Only when he was satisfied did he pull his fingers out and slick his cock thoroughly with lube.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said one last time, voice rough but tender.
He positioned himself behind you, the broad, slick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, agonizingly slow, letting the head pop past the tight ring of muscle.
You gasped at the stretch. It burned, but in the best way.
John froze immediately. “Too much?”
“No… keep going. Slow.”
He obeyed, inching forward bit by bit, breathing hard against your neck. “Jesus Christ… so fucking tight. You’re squeezing me so good, sweetheart.”
When he was finally buried to the hilt, his hips flush against your ass and his stomach pressed warmly against your back, he stayed completely still, letting you adjust. One hand stroked your side soothingly while the other reached around to gently circle your clit.
“Fuck… you feel incredible,” he groaned. “Never felt anything like this.”
You bury your face into the pillow at his words, your hole clenching around him.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured against the back of your neck, voice strained with the effort of holding still. “You’re so fucking tight. Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
You rocked back against him experimentally, a soft moan escaping your lips. The burn had mostly faded, leaving only a deep, full sensation that made your toes curl.
“Move,” you whispered. “Please.”
John exhaled shakily and began with slow, shallow thrusts - careful, measured rolls of his hips that let you feel every thick inch dragging inside you. His hand slid down to gently circle your clit, helping the pleasure build alongside the stretch.
He groaned, “Never imagined I’d be doing this. Taking your tight little ass like this.”
Gradually his pace deepened. The slow, gentle thrusts turned into longer, firmer strokes. Each time he bottomed out, his soft belly slapped lightly against your ass, the warm weight of him grounding you even as the intensity rose.
You pushed back harder, wanting more.
John’s grip on your waist tightened. “You sure?” he asked, voice rougher now. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure. Give me more.”
That seemed to flip a switch in him.
His thrusts grew harder, deeper. He shifted his weight, pressing you more firmly into the mattress as he fucked you from behind. One big hand slid up your body and covered your mouth, palm firm but not suffocating, muffling your moans.
“Quiet,” he growled against your ear, the old interrogator edge creeping back into his voice. “Don’t want the neighbors hearing what a dirty girl you are, letting an old ex-spy fuck your ass.”
The rougher tone sent a fresh rush of heat through you. You moaned louder behind his hand, pushing back to meet every thrust.
John took the encouragement and let go a little more. He pinned you down harder with his heavier body, hips snapping with real force now. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he drove into your ass with deep, punishing strokes. His soft dad-bod belly slapped rhythmically against your ass, the impact making your whole body jolt.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted, voice dark. “Take it. Take every inch.”
His hand stayed clamped over your mouth, fingers pressing just enough to silence you while his other arm wrapped around your chest, holding you immobile against him. He was rougher now - hips pounding into you with enough force that the headboard started banging against the wall again. Every thrust stretched you wide around his thick cock, the slick sound of lube and skin filling the room.
“You like this?” he rasped, breath hot against your ear. “Like me holding you down and fucking your tight ass raw? Letting me use you like this?”
You nodded frantically behind his palm, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes. The combination of the intense fullness, the way he pinned you completely, and the dirty words had you spiraling fast.
John’s pace became almost brutal. He fucked you harder, deeper, his hips slamming into your ass with wet, heavy slaps. His hand tightened over your mouth as your moans grew louder, muffling them into desperate, broken sounds.
“Shhh,” he growled. “That’s it. Just take it. Gonna fill this tight ass up.”
He shifted his angle slightly, driving even deeper, and reached around to rub your clit with rough, fast circles. The dual stimulation, his thick cock pounding your ass and his fingers working your clit, pushed you right to the edge.
“Come for me,” he ordered, voice low and commanding right against your ear. “Come with my cock buried in your ass. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
The orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your whole body seized, walls clenching hard around his cock as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. You screamed behind his hand, the sound muffled into a desperate, broken cry as your body shook violently.
John groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “Fuck- that’s it. Good girl.”
He fucked you through your orgasm with short, brutal thrusts, then buried himself to the hilt and came hard. His cock pulsed deep inside your ass, flooding you with thick, hot spurts. He kept his hand over your mouth the whole time, holding you down against his chest as he emptied himself completely, his body pressed tight to your back.
For a long moment afterward, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the faint hum of the heater. John stayed buried inside you, his heavier frame collapsed over your back, both of you trembling.
Slowly, carefully, he eased his hand off your mouth and pulled out with a low groan. He immediately rolled you onto your back and laid on his side to face you.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I can’t believe I just did that. Never thought I’d… fuck. You’re going to ruin me, kid.”