I look to my left and I see her holding one door open slightly ajar. I slip inside. The room is small and it's forcing us to stand unusually close to each other. I watch as she starts to unzip her dress.
"I just need your opinion."
With her dress unzipped, I watch as she pulls it off of her shoulders. Her perfume fills my senses. My heart is seriously in my fucking throat. It's beating at a frenzied pace and I can't believe this is happening. The top of her dress is now completely off and hanging at her hips. I can't help but gaze transfixed at her perfect breasts. Those two perfect scoops cupped in a lacey bra. Do I dare touch her?
I immediately think back to the question she asked me at the gym. How much woman can I handle?
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Jocelyn
The moment my shirt comes off, I know I have him.
More than I had him on the couch the other week. Or during my birthday.
There is no stopping now.
I’m going to do this, hun. No stopping me.
I’ll probably go to hell afterwards.
His eyes are on my cleavage, and he seems hungry to feel my breasts. He closes the door to the dressing room and I look into his eyes, my heart drumming wildly inside of my chest. I could get used to having men look at me like this, insatiable hunger flickering behind their eyes. After months of sharing a bed with a husband who doesn’t even look at me, there’s no way that I’m going to let an opportunity like this slide by me… He’s my stepson, sure, but so what? One hard look at him and my pussy grows wet, desire raging through me. He looks young, handsome… Delicious. No wonder he has such a reputation. As his stepmother, I think it’s my duty to find out if the rumors are true... Oh, why are forbidden things the most irresistible ones?
My pussy is already wet, my drenched underwear sticking to my skin. There’s a whisper inside of me, one that tells me to stop, that what I’m doing is wrong… But I just push it to the back of my mind. The blood that runs through me is charged with lust and sinful thoughts, fanning flames of wickedness in my mind and making me forget all about right and wrong.
I tried to avoid this. I knew how dangerous it would be for me to be near Lance. He’s simply too irresistible—handsome, wicked, relentless. But here I am now… And there’s no going back. There’s no stopping what’s about to happen. I’m going to have him, come hell or high water.
“Come here,” I whisper, taking one step forward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down the fabric as I expose his chest. My eyes take in the perfect shape of his pectorals, the irresistible ridges in his abs.
With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it viciously. He pulls my head back and, leaning toward me, starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling at the soft skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, a shiver going up my spine.
“I know,” I tell him, grinning. “Do you think I don’t know what you were doing when you went to take a shower?”
With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. I just want to feel every single inch of his body and surrender myself to him. And there’s no stopping me now. Screw the consequences, whatever they might be.
“What I was doing…?”
“Yes,” I continue, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it down his shoulders and throw it to the floor. Grinning, I take one hard look at him, my eyes wandering over his chest once more. I can’t even hear my own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart. “You were thinking of me, weren’t you? Thin
king of bending me over and having your way.”
“What if I was?” he asks me, breathing heavily. “You wanted me to be thinking of you…”
“Yes… Yes, I did.” Smiling, I let my hands slide down his chest until they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that’s tenting his underwear. I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers curled tight around his cock. He’s gigantic, his member pulsing against my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation. But what else was I expecting? A guy with a reputation like Lance.... Bad attitude and a huge cock; it seems like these two things go hand in hand. And he’s still so young, so delicious ...
Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his, and then start kissing down his jawline. I trace the contour of his neck and go down to his chest, feeling his hard and ripped muscles against my lips.
Guided by unconscious cravings, I go down on my knees then, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down as I do it. I want to see what he’s hiding between his thighs. His cock springs free in a heartbeat, jumping eagerly into my hand. My fingers curl around it once more, feeling its warmness against my skin. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize how big he really is, my delicate fingers barely able to grip him. But I start stroking him all the same, my eyes locked on his as my hand goes back and forth at a low teasing rhythm.
I open my mouth wide, leaning forward and taking his glans in my mouth. Sucking on it, I let his flavor—a salty and manly one—inundate me. My eyelids droop, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m moving forward, his whole shaft sliding inside of my mouth. I start to suck, bobbing my head back and forth and twirling my tongue around his glans. It tastes amazing, the scent of manhood crawling up my mouth and lodging itself on my brain like a perfect blanket.
Cupping his balls as I suck him, I caress them and roll them over my fingers. Then, as he kicks off his shoes, I push his pants and underwear all the way down and throw them into the corner. Pulling back for an instant, I stroke him as hard as I can, my eyes widening as I try to comprehend the huge member right in front of me; it simply goes beyond anything I have ever imagined… For once, real life is better than any late-night fantasy. I can’t help but wonder how well a young guy like Lance can wield such a huge cock.
My skin prickles as, slightly leaning forward, he places both his hands on my shoulders and, very slowly, slides them to my back. My skin prickles as I feel the warmness of his fingers; then, finding my bra’s hook, he unclasps it, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. There’s no need for instructions; the moment my naked breasts come into view, he grabs them gently, his fingers brushing over my hard nipples.
I lean forward so that I can start sucking him again, his shaft rolling over my lips easily. With my hands on his buttocks, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can; matching my own rhythm, he starts thrusting, his fingers running through my hair as he ravages my mouth. I close my eyes, half-expecting him to not resist the way I’m sucking him. I wouldn’t complain if he came inside my mouth, not at all. But, of course, young men like Lance are never satisfied with one simple blowjob. They still have so much energy inside of them… They want more, always more. And that’s exactly the kind of attitude I need right now.