He sits back in the chair, his right arm still casually resting on the table with his eyes focused on the kitchen. On my mother. “You haven’t seen me be an ass yet,” he winks, and my skin erupts with fire.
We are playing a dangerous game, but I can’t walk away. I can’t move. I’m frozen in place by a combination of fear and lust. Fear that my mother will catch us and fear that he will stop. My lungs forget how to work and my chest burns, reminding me to breathe.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip.
He is the fucking epitome of a sex king right now. Leaned back in the chair, arm propped on the table, hand up my fucking pants playing with my pussy with my mother feet away.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. This man. He will be the death of me. Right here in this dining room.
He twists his arm so he can insert his finger inside of me.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
He’s fingering me in the middle of the dining room with everyone around. Unless the group on the couch leans up and looks over the back of the seat, they won’t see anything but Emmett and my mother. MY MOTHER! They can just glance over. There’s a small island between us, but I don’t know if it would do much to hide anything.
My pulse is racing.
And I’m so turned on right now.
So fucking horny.
He tries to reposition his hand, but can’t quite get the configuration. This would be a brilliant time for me to walk away, but do I?
No.
My greedy little cunt turns to give him better access, and he fucking eats it up. He knows he has me right where he wants me. In the palm of his hand.
Literally!
“Ooh,” he hums, looking up at me in approval. “Who’s being a good girl?”
Before I can answer, he pushes another finger into me.
“You know the rules.”
My heart flutters. No sounds, or he stops.
Are we really doing this here?
“Yes sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he mouths.
My stomach clenches and my breasts swell as my orgasm quickly builds inside of me. Something about the way his fingers pulse in while his thumb works my clit, and the fact we are in the middle of so many people…
“I can hear how wet you are and I just want to drink you up,” he whispers and I clench, strangling his fingers with my pussy.
He chuckles softly.
“Is Everlee making fun of me?” My mother asks and we freeze.
Emmett jumps in immediately. “Mrs. McKinley, you didn’t finish telling me about your soufflé.”
Chancing a glance, I look over my shoulder and see he has her turned away from us.
He sees me looking but doesn’t acknowledge it.
