“You came to the right place, then,” I reply, a smile taking over my lips as I move my hand up her side, her nightgown hiking all the way up to her waist. I let my fingers climb to her shoulders, and I slowly peel the nightgown off of her body, losing it somewhere among the sheets. My forearm brushes against her naked breasts as I undress her, and I realize she’s not wearing a bra; after I took her nightgown off, the only piece of clothing on her body is a fucking black lace thong. Just the way I fucking like it.
“I know. The right place is… wherever you’re this close to me,” she murmurs, pulling my boxers down. My cock jumps free immediately, slapping her across the back of her hand. Kicking off my underwear, I sigh heavily as she curls her fingers around my cock, her soft breathing against my neck filling my blood with the unstoppable rage of lust. Could she be any more fucking perfect?
Inching closer to me, she crushes her mouth against mine, her tongue sliding past my lips as she starts moving her hand back and forth over my cock. She’s stroking me softly, her hand moving in a patient up and down rhythm, her petite fingers delicately hugging my thick shaft.
Closing her mouth, she nibbles at my lower lip, pulling it harshly; letting go, her lips move down to my neck, laying soft kisses across my skin. With her free hand, she throws the sheets back, her mouth moving down my stomach in a maddening line of lustful promises. With her tongue, she traces the contour of my abs, licking them as if she needed to taste my body to know that I’m fucking real and not just a figment of her imagination. Oh, I’m real… As fucking real as I can possibly be.
My hands are on her head, my fingers running through her silky hair as her lips draw close to my pulsing cock. Kicking and punching, my heart beats faster, anticipating what’s to come. She wraps her luscious lips around my tip, slowly sucking as she keeps on stroking. I close my eyes, savoring her mouth on me and fucking let delight overtake me.
“Deeper,” I groan, pushing her head down. I don’t even give a fuck; instinct and desire are running the show. She goes willingly, parting her lips wider and allowing my cock to slide inside of her mouth and over her tongue. Feeling the warmness inside of her mouth, my cock pulses harshly as she keeps on going deeper; she goes until her lips are touching the skin at the base of my cock, and then she holds her position for a few seconds, pressing on my shaft with her tongue. Only when I sigh heavily does she roll back, her lips once again wrapped tight around my glans.
I leave one hand on her head, but I move the other down her back, reaching for her ass. I squeeze one cheek, the flesh molding to my fingers; flicking one finger under the string of her thong, I caress the crack between her ass cheeks. As I touch her dangerously close to her asshole, she starts to bob her head up and down, keeping a steady but unbridled pace. I move my finger inside her ass, and slowly build up its rhythm; it doesn’t take long for me to be fingering her ass at the same fucking pace she’s sucking on me.
“You’re so fucking good…” I whisper, the fingers in my free hand curling into fucking hooks and grabbing her ass harshly. She responds by picking up the rhythm, moving her head so fast I can’t help but groan in pleasure. Instinct taking over me, I push my finger deeper between her cheeks, sliding it further inside her ass. I move it back and forth as fast as I can, her inner walls squeezing tightly. “Come here… I want to taste you too,” I find myself saying, pulling on her waist. I need to taste everything in her, every single inch of smooth skin… Her lips, breasts, pussy and ass—everything’s fair game to me. My cock pops out of her mouth as she raises her head, but she never takes her hand out of my shaft.
Turning her body around so that her ass is turned to me, she lifts one leg and moves it over me, her knees on the side of my head. One of my hands on her waist, I use the other one to flick her fucking thong to the side; I raise my head then, pulling her down at the same time. My mouth pressed tight against her soaking wet pussy, she leans forward once more, pushing my cock between her lips.
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.