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I felt it. The rumbling. The whirl. It started at the tips of my toes, then rolled over the soles of my feet, then surged upward into the back of my calves, then spread fiercely through my asshole, then roiled over into the pit of my pussy. The sensitive tip of my clit pulsed and tingled.
I reached down between my legs, per Kyree’s demand, and pressed on the slick, swollen nub, opening the floodgates to a powerful orgasm that shook my whole body, causing every muscle in my body to spasm.
My eyes stung with tears when that second and third orgasm hit, snatching my breath and causing white spots to blur my vision. I gasped. Felt my eyes cross. Then howled, dragging my nails across the metal bench as a bundle of throbbing, pulsing heat gushed out of me.
I’d experienced my first female ejaculation.
I’d squirted.
And I owed it all to Kyree.
Just like that. He managed to turn me into a mindless dick junkie.
• • •
He grins, that sexy dimple of his flashing. “Then what’s the problem?” he says, pulling me out from my thoughts. “Sounds”—he grinds deeper into me—“and feels mutually beneficial to the both of us.”
My legs open wider. Allowing Kyree’s dick to possess more of me. I blink back the rest of those sordid images of that night inside Sebastian’s shed, and focus on him. Lying here beneath him, my heartbeat quickening as I slowly melt under his warm gaze, I feel like I could become one of those needy women who’d empty out her entire savings, ruin her credit, and throw her whole life away just to keep getting this young hard dick. Good dick. Powerful dick. Addictive dick. That’s what this is. Too damn dangerous.
And when I’m with this boy, this man-child, I am not myself. I don’t know who this woman is; lying atop damp sheets, sprawled beneath this muscled body, legs spread open, pussy slick and well-fucked and still wanting more.
“You already know why,” I say softly, my pussy still pulsing around his dick. “It’s not right.”
“But it feels right, Mrs. Lang.”
I cringe. The fact that he calls me Mrs. Lang is confirmation in itself that this is all wrong, and it is a clear aide-mémoire of my age…and his. And it is a painful reminder that I am a married woman, having an affair with my son’s best friend.
“My bad, babe. But you know what I’m saying. I’m big on you.” He kisses me lightly on the lips. “And this thing we got is good. Real good.”
I swallow.
Damn him.
“Who have you told? About us?”
He shakes his head. “No one.” I raise a brow, unconvinced. “Nah, for real. On everything, I’m real discreet about mine. Besides, Jay is my boy. I could never dog him out like that. He’s like a brother to me.”
My stomach tightens. I feel my insides churning. Ohgod. I think I’m going to be sick. I swallow the bile rising in the back of my throat. “But you’re screwing his mother. And I’m married. So, you see how ugly this could get. This puts us both in a very precarious position.”
His dick finally slips out of me, and I immediately feel regretfully empty as he rolls over on his back, then swings his legs over the bed and gets up, holding the cream-filled condom in place with his hand.
“Only if someone finds out. And they won’t. You just gotta know how to move. That’s all.”
“Oh? And you know how to move?”
“Of course I do. Hey, I might be only nineteen,” he says, carefully removing the condom, “b
ut I’m not new to this.” I eye him as walks across the room and tosses it in a nearby trashcan. Then saunters back over toward the bed, his skin glistening with sweat, his dick covered in a wet glaze of cum.
Right then, realization hits. I’m not his first. Silly of me to think I was. I should have known better. Should have known a boy with as much charm and sexual energy as he would have plenty of older, more evolved, seasoned women at his fingertips. Still, I can’t help feel a tinge of…ohgod…jealousy.
I drink in his curved dick as it bounces. “So who else have you done this with?”
He grins. “See. Now you doing too much.” He leans down, cups my face in his hands and kisses me. “I told you I don’t kiss ‘n’ tell.”
And that may be true. But I still can’t help wondering what other friends’ mothers he’s worked his magical charm on. Or how many of them bitches has he fucked senseless. Or am I the only one who’s lost her damned mind?
He grabs his cum-sticky dick, shaking it at me. “Don’t worry. I got this. And I got you.”
