“Do you want to fuck my ass, Henry?”
My heart skips a beat and I blow out a breath. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Then what do you say?”
I grab her waist, flipping her onto her stomach gently and then slide to her ass, kneading the plump globes. “Where’s the fucking lube?”
Natalie groans and scoots forward to reach under the pillow and holds the bottle out to me.
“You planned this?” I ask, pouring a generous amount on her asshole before puddling some in my hand and rubbing it along my cock.
“No, this is my room. Lube helps with toys, and I’ve been horny,” Natalie says as she rises on her knees, pulling her cheeks apart as I swipe my fingers down her crease and push into the tight hole. She whimpers and pushes against my hand to suck me in deeper as she moans a lowyesss. I pump my fingers a few times before I’m too desperate to wait any longer. Lining my tip up to her asshole, I push forward and nearly lose the ability to breathe with how tight her little hole is strangling my cock.
Natalie pants under me, chantingoh godover and over as I continue forward until my balls rest against her drenched pussy. My eyes squeeze shut as I freeze in place, giving myself a moment to control the urge to come as she accommodates my size. It’s so fucking tight and hot, the pleasure is nearly painful atthis point, and it’s made more powerful by the fact that we even have the gall to be doing this.
We have guests downstairs, and yet the thought of pulling out right now would physically hurt me. I don’t want to stop; I don’t care that I’m fucking my late father’s wife in the ass after I just came in her pussy. Call me a horrible person, but at least my balls will be drained into the most perfect body I’ve ever had the absolute pleasure of being inside.
Natalie lets go of her cheeks, clawing at the sheets with her fingers instead. I rock my hips, pushing into her plump ass with each stroke. She grabs her pillow, biting down on it as I pump my cock harder in and out. It’s been a long time since I fucked anyone in the ass, and I forgot how fucking good it feels.
“I’m not gonna last,” I grunt out, wincing when the smack of my pelvis against her ass cheeks is a little loud.
“Just come. You can eat my pussy later and make me come,” she breathes out.
I should tell her that’s not happening, but knowing myself, and how much I want to eat her fucking pussy, I don’t deny it. Instead, I grab her hips, thrusting my cock over and over into her ass, watching the ring of muscle grip and contract around my thick length with each stroke.
“Fuck, fuck. This is so wrong,” I say between grunts.
Only a few more thrusts and I’m done for. I let go, spilling my cum inside my stepmother’s tight ass. My cock throbs and jerks as I flood her with my release. I’m still panting when I pull out, watching a small white pearl leak out of the puckered hole. I shift off the bed as Natalie slowly turns on her back, her hand restingon her chest. I kneel between her open legs, and she rises up onto her elbows.
“Henry—”
“Shut up, I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and then we’re gonna go downstairs like it never happened.”
It’s eerily silent when I get back to my apartment for the night. Usually a few club members hang around the back of the main building, which is a towing/junk yard, but lights are off everywhere. I frown, parking my bike and heading up the stairs to my place. My only neighbor swings open his door as I pass.
“Prez wants to talk to ya,” Taze says, nodding for me to come into the apartment. It’s as disastrous as the last time I saw it.
Empty pizza boxes, beer cans, and bottles litter the tables and floor. At least they have the decency to put ash trays everywhere for the mounds of cigarettes they smoke. It takes a lot of effort not to grimace at the smell of the place. There’s a reason most of the women prefer to stay at my place if they come hang around the garage.
“Hey,” I greet the men sitting around the couches. Most of them grunt back with a nod.
“Sorry to hear about your pops,” Davie says, his fingers curling tighter around his beer bottle as he shifts in his seat. When I asked for the day, I had no choice but to tell them why. They’d see it in the newspapers anyway.
“Thanks,” I mutter, knowing it isn’t out of a true sense of condolence, especially since he quickly follows up with, “So what he give ya?”
Ack and Taze lean forward in interest, and I grimace, pulling at the collar of my shirt.
“I don’t know yet. I have to meet with the lawyer next week. I know he left my stepmother the house, so that’s out of the question.”
Ack tsks. “That greedy bitch. Why does she need all that room?”
My tongue aches as it dries, and I force a fake smile. “Right? Who knows?” Something in my mind has alarm bells ringing to not tell them about her pregnancy, and I realize that I don’t even trust these men with my life as much as I thought. I clear my throat, shifting on my feet.
“It’s been a long day. Mind if I hit the hay? I’ll follow up with the lawyer in the morning if he can get back to me sooner.”
Davie nods, waving me off, and Taze follows me out into the hallway.
“You should see if they can forward you any cash, man. We could really use the money.”
