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In my frenzy, a low moan broke free from the back of my throat. “Jesus! Yes, God!” My clit, my labia, my open sex…all trembled from pleasure; his, mine. The tip of Kyree’s tongue danced against my slit, then over my clit. He urged me closer to orgasm. Trilled his tongue against my pussy, causing my head to pound with the need, want, desire to climax.
My toes curled tight, my fists clenched. The things Kyree can do with his mouth and tongue are magical. Excruciating delight. Boundless pleasure. And almost unbearable. But I wanted more, so much more.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as he sucked on my clit, then used his teeth to nip and graze it, before releasing it with a wet sound. “No, don’t stop!”
He rasped, “You want more?”
I sputtered out spit and drool. “Yes.”
He blew on my clit, his ragged breath heating my flared opening, then sucked it back into his mouth and sucked harder than ever before, tonguing me at the same time. My body twisted as my hips bucked wantonly to his mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Sucking me harder, faster, Kyree wrung from me one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever imagined.
And, just as he promised, I came in a thunderous roar.
• • •
“Yeah, my mom can definitely cook,” Jacob says, pulling me from the after-shudders of my reverie. “If a broad ever expects me to put a ring on it, she had better know how to throw down in the bedroom and the kitchen.”
I laugh. “Boy, T-M-I.”
He shrugs. “I’m just saying. The way to my heart is not only through my stomach, but through…”
“All right, all right. Enough. I get it.” I shake my head. “And what about you, Kyree? What kind of woman are you looking for”
He looks up from his plate, the answer flashing in his eyes. “A woman like you.” “I’m with Jay, Mrs. Lane. I want a woman…like you and my mom combined in one.”
Jacob frowns. “Man, what’s up with you sweating my mom. I keep telling you, you need to chill with that.”
Kyree grins. “Man, relax. Stop acting all jealous. You know I’m only speaking truth. Don’t get me wrong. My mom is a good woman. And I definitely like whoever I marry to have a lot of her qualities. But she doesn’t cook all that good. And I want a woman who does, like your mom.” Kyree looks over at me. “Mr. Lane is one lucky man.”
I shift in my seat, feeling heat spread through me.
“Man, whatever,” Jacob says, oblivious to the fact that I’ve just wet my panties simply from sitting here across the table and watching Kyree practically make love to his food as if he were making love to me. He licks his fork, and that sends more chills rippling along my spine.
I know he is far too young for me. I’m old enough to be his mother, for crying out loud. Yet, I am sitting here undressing him with my eyes, reliving some of my most intimate moments with him. We steal glances at each other, our eyes openly saying what our mouths don’t. I want you. Tonight.
Some would say age isn’t anything but a number as long as he’s legal. And he is. But others might say that fucking a nineteen-year-old is appalling, but that doesn’t stop me from lusting him, from me wanting more of him, from me wanting him to have more of me.
And he will.
• • •
Wearing nothing but a pair of black stilettos—heels my own husband hasn’t seen me in, desire swells through me as Kyree’s gaze glides over my shimmering body, then clings to my hand as I spread my legs slightly and dip it in between my thighs.
Kyree is sprawled out in the center of the bed, his plump semi-erect dick lying to one side over his thigh.
“Damn,” he whispers. “I bet you’re so wet.”
I moan. “I am. Real wet.” My breath catches as I lightly brush over my clit with my fingertips. There’s a slow ache pooling in my cunt, a burning need to have him see me spread open to him—for his throbbing cock, my wet, juicy offering to him.
“You teasing me. I want that pussy. Now.”
“What do you wanna do with this pussy?” I spread my legs wider, open my slick, pouty lips, revealing my pink, wet insides. “Fuck it?”
Slowly sinking two fingers between my lips, I gasp.
