“Easy… there.”
I laugh softly, squeezing the lush curve of her hips and guiding her up and then down against me. She whimpers in my ear when I move deeper, our bodies pressed flush together.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans in my ear. “You’re deep.”
“I fucking love being deep inside you, fucking buried, Ava.”
“Yes, yes…”
I glide out, then push in again, harder. Holding her up by her juicy, perfect ass. She bounces in time with me, rocking her hips like she can’t stop. When she clamps down on my neck with her teeth, I turn into her, seeking the heat, the claim.
She leans back, giving me a view of her tits. I groan and cover both of her tits with my hands, squeezing them together as I lightly pull on and tease her nipples.
She steals the show, grinding back and forth on my length, the boiling friction making me want to roar. But I must try to be quiet and not disturb her parents.
“You look like you’re ready to fucking come,” I snarl. “Ready to leak all over my cock and balls and drench the sheets with your juices.”
Her eyes snap open wide. Her body is patchy with flushed redness now.
I slide my hands to her hips and gonuts. Using her hips to throw her up, I glide out, then pull her against me as I slam back inside. She throws herself forward again, burying her face in my neck to trap the screams. I fuck her ruthlessly until her thighs are shaking around me.
When her pussy grows tighter and pulses, I know she’s close. I grip her ass and plant my feet firmly on the mattress and fuck up into her, the mattress whining. My shaft begins to burn. I can’t fight it anymore.
A river of come explodes out of me, wave after wave pumping into her, flooding her swollen and perfect pussy.
She slides off me, breathing hard. I pull her into my embrace and kiss the top of her head. She smells like sex and shampoo, and justher, and that’s the best part.
“I didn’t plan any of this,” she murmurs, moving closer to me, like even an inch of space is too much. “But when I saw you with Theo…”
“It turns you on,” I say.
She laughs quietly, slapping my chest. “Don’t say it soconfidently.”
“I noticed it before. There’s nothing wrong with it, angel.” I slide my hand down her chest, find her nipple, and gently move it between my thumb and forefinger. “You like knowing I’d do anything for our family.Anything.”
She starts to moan again, shifting at my touch.
“I should check on him,” she says, moving away.
“Bring him in here. He’ll keep me from mauling you again.”
She laughs. “You want to stay?”
“For a little while.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll leave. Heartbroken.”
She rolls her eyes at me, like she thinks I’m joking. And sure, I meant it as a joke. But there’s some truth in there too.
She grabs her robe, then leaves the room.
Soon, the scene is like a dream. Our son is sleeping on one side of the room. I’ve got his mother cradled in my arms, my own lids growing heavy as her breath turns even.
I know it can’t last forever.
But right now, life is pretty damn good.
