He walked over to me and grabbed my left leg, pulling it toward him. "Move this way, so your ass is just at the edge." He got down on his knees and I maneuvered as he wanted me, my legs spread wide and he moved in between them. He reached over and took a cushion. "Raise up so I can put this under you." I did so and the pillow was shoved under me, lifting me up slightly. "That's better," he said and he grabbed my right leg and lifted it up, ducked under it, and held onto it tightly as it laid on his shoulder.
Without ceremony, he aimed his cock at my hole and pushed forward. It met no resistance and I arched my back and moaned loudly. His right hand, still lubed from his own cock, began to stroke my cock back to life in time with his thrusts.
"Oh, god," I moaned.
"Yea," he said as he breathed. "You're good. This is better for you, isn't it? You like it this way, don't you? I like it better from behind. I like the visual that way. "
I looked up at him. I could see sweat starting to bead up on his bald had, small drops running down his face. He was watching his cock slide in and out of me, using me. His left arm had my leg in a death grip, his right hand stroking me toward orgasm.
"Fuck me," I said. "Give it to me." I reached out and my fingertips touched his belly.
He looked up at me and said "Keep talking. That 'fuck talk' always gets me."
I looked him in the eyes and said "Fuck me, Carl. Fuck me good. It feels so good, having your cock in my ass. Give it to me!" That last sentence was much louder than the others. "Harder! Faster! Fuck me!" I cried. "Come on! Give it to me good," I egged him on. It felt wonderful, his cock sliding in and out of me, his hardness hitting my sweet spot.