But looking into the face of this woman as she moans, watching the pinch of her brow as she keeps stroking her fingers through my hair, I can’t hate myself.
It feels too right.
I want to explore all of her, take my time and pleasure her the way she deserves. But then I remember we’re in her fucking kitchen, and her best friend is sleeping in the next room.
Exploring will have to wait until next time.
Next time??
As thoughtless and ill-advised this moment is, I don’t want it to be the last time. It can’t be. She can’t want it to be, either. This isn’t because Archie is back. This isn’t jealousy or revenge.
It’s because she wantsme.
Her breath is choppy, short ragged breaths tearing from her lips. Her fingers curl into my hair, and she’s fucking my face, grinding herself against me, her clit sliding over and over against my tongue.
I think she says my name, a short, high-pitched plea, and then she unravels. Her thighs shake violently as she moans out a long breath. Her sweetness pours over my tongue, and my cock drips and aches with need.
Despite the orgasm that is still sending shockwaves through her body, she makes it more than obvious that she needs me. She grasps my shoulders, urging me to stand between her thighs, and she strokes her tongue along my lips. Tasting herself on my lips is somehow the sexiest thing a woman has ever done, and I suppress a groan.
She reaches down between us, panting, and fiddles with my trousers.
“I need more,” she whispers.
“So do I.” I draw her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down gently, and she sighs.
Desire shoots through my limbs as she finally frees my cock and wraps her hand around me. A soft laugh echoes through her. She’s clearly pleased with what she’s feeling. She edges her hips forward slightly, guiding me to where she wants me, and now I’m truly outmatched. I can’t fight anything anymore. There’s only her and the heat of her pussy enveloping the tip of my cock.
Her eyes meet mine, her hands skating down my back to my arse, and she brushes her lips against mine. The pressure of her hands is a command, and slowly, I sink into her. Her eyelashes flutter, her nails digging into my skin and hopefully leaving marks. With a quick gasp, she takes all of me, her head falling back and her lips trembling.
And I know instantly, this is hell.
The way she feels wrapped around me, it’s too good to be heaven. Only hell could have me here, buried deep inside my daughter-in-law. Only hell could have me punching my hips forward to fuck her. Only hell could have my eyes rolling back in my head at how wet she is, how tight she is, how impossibly perfect she is.
Heaven could never make something this wrong, this sweet.
Her arms move up my chest to curl around my neck, and I bring my mouth down on hers. Kissing her makes the flaring need in my groin burn brighter, and I don’t want this to be over yet.
I try to slow my pace, sliding in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. But this is met with a frustrated little whimper from Mia, and she almost hoists herself up against me as she greedily tries to take more.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Harder.”
Keeping that even pace, I slam into her, and she smothers her cry against my neck. Her mouth locks onto my skin and she sucks -hard.I groan against her hair, the light brush of her teeth against my skin sending goosebumps down my spine.
And as much as I try to hold off, I can’t. This woman has me undone, defenceless against the heat of her body and the agonising pleasure of her cunt squeezing me.
I crush her against me as my cock begins to twitch inside her, and she whimpers and moans against the crook of my neck. My shame is complete as one hot jet after another explodes inside her. It should be shame, because what the fuck have I just done?
My son’swife.
How could I?
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, and despite the cold, harsh post-orgasm light, I gently push her back onto her hands, and press a thumb to her clit. With my cock still inside her, I movemy thumb in slow circles as she looks at me, panting, her face a soft haze of pleasure.
It’s a carnal sight that I want burned into my brain. My cock coated in cum, stretching her swollen pink skin, her clit engorged. It makes my mouth water.
It doesn’t take long, and she lets out a high-pitched sigh as her pussy clamps down on me. The stroking, undulating feeling of simply being pressed inside her as she orgasms almost has me hardening again. She moans, her head falling against her shoulder, and she reaches out to stroke my cheek. Her hair has come partially loose, hanging in tendrils around her face, and lifts her eyes to mine. She licks her lips, then sits up to cradle my face in her hands.
I move to withdraw, and she watches as I pull out of her, inch by inch, and gasps softly when I withdraw completely.
