I breathe in her sweet scent, letting it go all the way up
to my brain. Sucking on her folds, I run my tongue over them, her fluids coating my tongue shamelessly. She tastes fucking divine, and it doesn’t take long for me to lose all control, using both my lips and tongue to devour her. I push my tongue past her inner lips, jabbing at her insides as I keep her still with my hands firmly resting on her hips.
We please each other with our mouths, working on one another in a feverish state of frenzied lust. With my eyes closed, I surrender to pleasure, sparks of electric sin like fucking thorns on my mind. She is grabbing my cock harshly, moving her mouth and hand in unison; her tongue is moving erratically, almost as if she couldn’t control herself. I figure that’s right, judging by the way she’s moving her fucking hips and pressing her pussy against my mouth. Eventually, she takes my cock out of her mouth, a throaty moan cutting through the silence as she arches her back.
Leaning back, she’s now sitting on my face, my fingers hooked on her hips and keeping her in place. Still, she keeps on stroking, now more furiously than ever. If I weren't concentrating on how delicious her pussy tastes, I probably would have already cum. Now that’d be a waste; I’m far from done.
Jocelyn grinds against my face, her fluids dripping down my chin as I keep on sucking eagerly. With one hand over her right leg, I reach for her clitoris and press my thumb over it, moving it in fast circles. I can already feel her body tensing up, electricity pooling in her muscles. It won’t take long for her to explode. I still have a trick up my sleeve, though.
Moving my tongue back over her folds, I reach for her ass, and then start to lap at her hole eagerly. I feel her shivering, my mouth working on her ass with the same eagerness I ate her pussy out. Jesus fucking Christ, why does everything in this woman have to taste so fucking good? I keep on licking her until I feel her on the edge, a strong violent orgasm preparing to burst inside her body. If she’s on the edge, I’m ready to pull her off of it. Licking her ass furiously, I drive her utter and completely mad; she’s moaning louder now, and I just know she’s about to explode.
And that’s exactly what happens; a few quick jabs from my tongue and I feel every muscle in her body tightening up, a whispered moan of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the room. The sound of her voice caresses my eardrums and travels all the way up to my brain, making me lose whatever fucking self-control I still had in me.
Her body is still trembling when I push her off of me; she falls on the mattress with her stomach down, and I go on my knees behind her. I take one second to look at her perfect shape, the curves of her body calling to me. Gritting my teeth, I feel my cock desperate to fuck her, but everything in due time.
I inch closer to her, and grabbing her thong, I pull on it as harshly as I can, against her outer thigh. The sound of ripping fabric comes immediately after, and I throw her torn underwear to the floor. I place my hands on her ass, squeezing and grabbing, and then I smack her as hard as I can with the back of my open hand. A muffled cry of pleasure reaches me, and I look down, seeing her with her head buried against the pillow, trying to silence her need to moan.
This isn’t exactly the smartest thing we could be doing, fucking while my father is asleep on his own bed… But what the fuck, it’s not like he’s going to find out about us anytime soon. He’s probably happy to have the bed all to himself.
I don’t fucking get it; how can my father marry a woman like Jocelyn just to keep her trapped in a marriage like theirs? Sure, he might be fucking gay, but what the fuck? To keep a woman like this without sex should be fucking illegal. Fuck it; if my father is happy to have his bed all to himself right now, I’m also happy to have his wife all to myself, as fucked up as that may sound. Yes, I said it. I couldn’t be happier to be fucking my own stepmother. Fucking sue me.
I lay on top of her, one hand moving under her body and grabbing one breast while I position my cock against her ass. My fingers gently playing with her hard rosy nipple, I place my lips against her ear.
“How bad do you want it?” I whisper, pressing my cock between her ass cheeks. She immediately starts to thrust back, grinding and stroking me with her cheeks. “Tell me.”
“Bad,” she murmurs, turning her head to the side. “I want it so bad, Lance.”
“Are you sure?” I tease her, grabbing my shaft with one hand and pressing it down, moving it between her thighs so that my tip is brushing against her wet folds. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t thrust right away. It takes all my fucking willpower just to keep talking. “I’m not hearing you beg.”
“Please…” she mutters, struggling to get the words out. “Please… I want you to fuck me. I need you to.” I oblige, pleasure washing over me. But I don’t go all the way in. I only feed one inch into her pussy, her folds hugging the tip of my cock as she tries to thrust her hips back. “Please… I need you inside of me. Fuck me… As hard you can,” she purrs, each of her words feeling like someone is driving a fucking knife through my heart. I can’t resist this anymore. No fucking way. Teasing time is over.
I grit my teeth and thrust hard, my shaft burying itself deep inside of her. I go all the way in, closing my eyes as I feel the warm embrace of her pussy. My hands are on her ass, grabbing it as I start to rock my hips against her. She has her mouth on the pillow once more, moaning against it as I thrust. The sound of her muffled voice caresses my eardrums like a spell, and I feel my rational mind shutting down. My mind goes blank, and my fucking thought process turns into incoherent whispers of decadent lust.
I don’t even bother with building up the fucking rhythm: I go hard right from the start, my thighs slapping her ass as my cock fucking ravages her. My shaft goes in and out of her incessantly, beads of sweat starting to pool on my forehead; I just fucking ignore them and keep moving, fucking her as if I had never been with a woman like her. And it’s true; I’ve fucked my way through countless, nameless women… But I’ve never found someone like her. Never.
Maybe it has something to do with the fucking age difference; after all she’s much older than I am… Older and fucking delicious, that is. Or maybe it has to do with the fact that she’s married to my fucking father. Whatever. I don’t give a fuck about the fucking why; all that matters is that she’s here, her pussy aching for my cock.
“Oh, God…” she moans, turning her head to the side and grabbing at the sheets. “Please, don’t… Don’t stop!” she cries, breathing loudly through her gritted teeth. I do exactly what she fucking asked me, and I keep fucking her until her pussy tightens around my cock like a fucking vice. Her muscles start to twitch, and I feel the delicate, and yet violent, spasms of her pussy around my shaft. I remain in place as she burns in pleasure, only sliding my cock out when I notice her breathing returning to normal.
Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both of her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.
“You can’t go,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.
“What?” I ask, having no idea about what’s she fucking talking about all of a sudden. I’m not going anywhere; you’d have to fucking drag me out of the bed for me to leave right now.
“Europe… Don’t go.”
“Why not…?” Europe, so that’s fucking it. Of course.
“Because if you go…” She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that my glans is rubbing against her pussy lips. “Then who’s going to take care of you like this?” She continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it. “If you leave, then you won’t be able to be in me like this any longer.” As she speaks, she lowers herself over my cock, allowing one inch to slide inside of her.
She’s getting back to me, fucking teasing me just like I did before… But, in a sense, this isn’t teasing at all. Although her voice is honeyed and sensuous, her words couldn’t be any more fucking honest. If I leave, there’s no Jocelyn anymore… No more of her body, of her pussy and tits. No more mind bending orgasms, and no more of that tender warmness I feel inside my fucking chest whenever she looks at me...
I thrust upward, trying to ram my cock deep inside of her, but she resists.
“No,” she says, a commanding tone in her voice. She’s fucking torturing me and she knows it. “If you have to leave, maybe we should stop right now… It would only make it harder for you, to remember how it feels to have your cock in my tight pussy.”
She has a point in everything she’s saying, but it’s not like it’s going to make me stop now. I hook my fingers on her hips and pull her down as hard as I can, thrusting upward at the same time. My cock pushes past her folds, and straining against her inner walls, goes all the way in. Jocelyn throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she sighs heavily.