She began shaking her head and moved like she was about to rise.I don’t think so. I caught her by the waist, pulling her body into position on all fours so she faced the mirror.
“Watch us in the mirror as I make you mine tonight.” I had one hand entangled in her hair and the other at her waist while I positioned myself at her entrance. I moved my hand from her waist to her opening, feeling the moistness that would coat my cock as I plundered her.
“Seems like you’re ready for me.”
“Always,” she purred.
My hand tightened in her hair and around her waist, my cock surging into her. We both stiffened at my entrance; a feeling of a thousand electric volts couldn’t have been more powerful than this coupling. A mewling sound broke free from Kayla’s lips and all I knew was that I needed to hear more of that. Knowing that I was the one doing it to her.
I rotated my hips, searching to hit every angle of her pussy, making her completely mine. I had no idea when this possessive streak around Kay had occurred but it was there, making me want to possess her in ways I’d never wanted to with a woman.
“Oh my Godddd!” she moaned, her eyelids falling heavy.
“Open your eyes!” I ordered. “Watch me make you mine.” I caught her eyes in the mirror and refused to let them go as I worked her pussy like it was my own personal playground. Because it was. I rocked in and out of her, eliciting mewls and moans set to the rhythm I’d created. Kay arched her back and began moving to our own private dance, while keeping her eyes on us in the mirror.
Her auburn curls were sweaty, some plastered to her forehead, her mouth hung ajar on a silent scream, eyes squinting but opened. The expression of awe and pleasure written all over her face was almost my undoing.
She was beautiful.
The bullshit with work fell away as my only thoughts became about pleasing her. When her pussy walls started trembling around my cock, that was my hint that I’d lived up to my expectations.
I reached around with both hands, feeling for Kay’s breasts, squeezing her hardened nipples while pulling her flush against my chest.
Within seconds, Kay’s moans grew loudly and her walls were clamping ferociously around my dick as she came.
I buried my head into the crook of her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, salty from her sweat. “If I’d known it’d be the good between us, I wouldn’t have let you stay away for the last seven years.”
“You said that before,” she panted.
“Because I mean it.”
Chapter Twelve
Kayla
“Can you open your mouth up wide for me?” I asked little Monique as she sat on the exam table. When she did, I took a look into her mouth with my light, using my tongue depressor to clearly see down her throat. “Yeah, she is a little red down there,” I stated, turning to Sandra and shutting off the light I held in my hand.
“She was coughing all night. I let her sleep with me so I could keep an eye on her insulin levels.”
I gave Sandra weak smile. By the circles underneath her eyes, I could tell she hadn’t gotten much sleep. I peeked behind me and saw Monique had gone back to playing the game on her tablet.
“She’s going to be okay. It looks like a cold that just needs to run its course. You know the drill, keep an eye on it. Make sure she gets her fluids and is eating. Keep an eye on her insulin. She should be back to her normal self in no time.”
“Yes!” Monique yelled at the game, smiling.
Her mother and I both peered over at her. I giggled. “If she’s not there already.”
“Monique, stop yelling.”
“Sorry, Mama.”
I smiled. “Sometimes sickness is worse for the parents than it is for the kids.”
Sandra blew out a breath, slumping back into her chair. “Tell me about it.”
“I remember the looks in the eyes of my mom and dad as they tried to keep up a front for me when I was in the hospital.”
Sandra turned to me.
