This is wrong. It’s so, so wrong.
But it feels so fucking right. Sloane’s already given me three really amazing orgasms. The polite thing to do is to repay the favor.
Right?
I’m still trying to convince myself that this isn’t a horrible mistake that’s going to completely blow up in our faces when we reach Sloane’s bedroom.
Scratch that. Sloane andEthan’sbedroom.
So. Fucking. Wrong.
But I don’t stop her as she leads me inside. Or when she stops in front of the bed and reaches for the hem of the oversized t-shirt she dressed me in after my bath earlier.
And I definitely don’t stop her when she strips even that thin protection from me, baring me completely to her gaze.
I’m not wearing any panties. Even though I packed plenty to bring with me, Mommy wouldn’t let me put any on after my bath. All night I’ve been completely exposed, vulnerable.
It’s been… exhilarating.
“My pretty baby,” Mommy murmurs, nudging me back toward the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I climb up on the bed, letting my thighs fall open, exposing that place where I’m soaking wet and aching for her. Need turns Mommy’s eyes dark as she steps back and reaches for the bottom of her own shirt to tug it over her head.
I’ve never been with a woman before. Never let another woman touch me the way she has. And yet, my mouth literally waters with anticipation as I run my hand down my soft belly to my bare, wet lips. A soft whimper slips free as I stroke my own clit, wishing it were her fingers, her tongue teasing that swollen little nub.
Beside the bed, Mommy continues to strip, slowly, teasing me with little flashes of creamy flesh. Her breasts sway heavily, the practical cotton bra doing little to contain them when she bends down to wiggle her leggings off. I want to bury my face between those two mounds, and I don’t even care if I suffocate in the process. I’ll die happy.
Straightening, Mommy reaches behind her to unhook her bra and then those stunning breasts hang free. Dark-pink nipples pucker under my hungry gaze and my fingers move of their own accord, furiously working me toward an orgasm.
“Slow down, babygirl.” Mommy’s tone is firm, but brimming with amusement. “We have all night to get you there, and Mommy plans to take her time with you.”
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to slow my fingers, and I can’t help but whine in protest. “Please, Mommy,” I beg as she strips the last bit of clothing from her lush body and climbs onto the bed beside me.
“Not yet, baby. Come here.”
Sliding her hand into my curls, she pulls me closer, her head dipping down, her full lips covering mine.
Soft. That’s the first thought that comes to me as she kisses me, slowly, thoroughly, as if we have all the time in the world to explore each other. Everything about her is so soft and lush, the complete opposite of Ethan’s hard, muscular body.
My stomach churns with guilt at the thought of Ethan. What would he say if he was here? Would he join us? Or would he be horrified by what we’re doing?
I pull away, intending to tell Sloane we should stop, that this is wrong, but her hand tightens in my hair before I have a chance to speak. “Have you ever tasted pussy before, babygirl?” she murmurs, her gaze searching my face as she waits for an answer.
The words I know I should say drift to the back of my mind. “N-no, Mommy. Um, well, other than my own.”
Interest lights in her eyes. “Your own? Were you just curious?”
“No.” My cheeks heat with humiliation. “When Ethan and I were together, he’d make me, um, clean his fingers sometimes. Usually when I’d been naughty and he was edging me as punishment.”
“Really.” Curiosity winds around her words. “I had no idea he could be so… creative.”
“I’m sorry.” Again guilt washes over me, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing here, in the bed this stunning woman shares with my ex-boyfriend. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I should go.”
But when I try to roll away, she holds me in place, pain prickling my scalp as she tugs me back toward her by my hair. “Little girl, you are not doing a very good job of convincing me you don’t need your bottom paddled before I put you to bed.”
Temper sparks in my chest. “I don’t think you can spank me for trying to do the right thing.”
“One, I can spank you for whatever I damn well please. Because you are mine, Mia Grace, and if I have to keep your ass red and welted every second for the rest of your life for you to remember that, then I will.”
