Father-In-Law Loves My Cock Pt 3

I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:30pm. I had arrived at Roy’s penthouse only an hour ago, and already for a second time his hard penis had invaded my rectum, sawing into me.
This time my father-in-law gave me a much slower, gentler fuck, both of us on our side, rocking back and forth in the spoon position. He thrust in and out carefully and deliberately, bottoming out and then retracting so that only his big cockhead remained docked inside of me.
“We gotta be careful, sweetpea. My baby’s already inside of you.” He cooed into, his head close to mine, slurping on my earlobe and poking my eardrum with his tongue.
Each push was slow and controlled, his hips bucking into my rear end at a sleepy rhythm. It was night and day from the bed-rocking pounding he had doled out only a few minutes before. But the slower pace drew another kind of pleasure out of me, as his nectarine-sized cockhead and thick, veiny shaft raked over my prostate, spending more time with each stroke. The moans he elicited from me were long and feminine. I looked between my legs and my penis, while shriveled to less than two inches and soft as a noodle, was steadily leaking a clear fluid.
Roy kept our bodies locked together, and we were sweating like hogs despite the steady snow fall outside. His slick skin, and the matted hair of his pubes and belly, would stick against my butt and lower back, then separate with a sound almost like velcro pulling apart, only to be resealed with the next thrust. As he humped me his big rough hands greedily felt up my body, zeroing in on my erect nipples and shaven chest, which he set upon fiendishly. Tweaking my nipples, the most sensitive...