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Mmm. Yes, Kyree’s sweet, thick dick milk.
I quickly sidestep him, avoiding his gaze skimming over me. “Yeah, I wanted buttermilk for this new recipe I want to try.” I walk over to the sink and run the water. “But they were all out.”
I consider saying more, but then decide otherwise. Less is sometimes best, especially when you know it?
?s going to be a lie added onto another lie.
Sebastian eyes me, then slowly raises a brow.
“What?” I ask, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
“So are you going to tell me, or keep me in suspense?”
My pulse quickens. “Tell you what?”
He smiles. “What’s this new recipe that had you rushing up outta here for buttermilk?”
Guilt swirls around me. I want to turn away from his gaze. Want to confess my dirty sins and beg for his forgiveness. But I don’t. Instead, I straighten my shoulders, and swallow, before forcing a small smile to touch my lips. “It’s a surprise.”
“I like the sound of that.” He reaches for me. Pulls me into him by the waist. “Speaking of surprises.” He leans in and pecks me on the lips. The kiss is quick, but ever so sweet. “Meet me upstairs. I’ll have one waiting for you.”
His smile teases. And when he steps back, I can’t help but glance down at the bulge in his pajama bottoms. No other words are needed. I smile back at him.
Then pray to the high heavens that my still-throbbing cunt can handle another pounding.
• • •
It’s a little after ten o’clock in the evening, three days later. And, once again, like a schoolgirl with raging hormones, I’ve snuck out to be with Kyree—this time under the guise of needing to pick up a friend from the airport. Sebastian asks no questions; he allows me the freedom to do whatever I need to do. Besides, I left him home, smiling, after sucking his dick down to the gristle. I gave my husband the best blowjob of his life, unprompted, unsuspected, unwavering. I took Sebastian by surprise. Something I don’t do often when it comes to giving him head. Performing oral sex on my husband has never been an issue for me. I suck him without pause. It’s simply not an act performed as often as he’d like. But since being with Kyree, I’ve become surprisingly more spontaneous when it comes to pleasing him orally.
Sebastian says he loves this new orgasmic me.
I tell him I love this new me, too.
He’s asked me again, what’s gotten into me. Of course I dare not tell him that it’s the result of being fucked by a young, horny college stud. So I show him a few erotica books I’ve since bought, and allow him to believe that they’ve awakened this sexual beast inside of me.
Kyree kisses my forehead, then brushes a kiss over my lips. “Whatchu thinking about?”
I smile. Take his face in, then lightly kiss him. “You.”
He grins. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy. You know that, right?”
I blush. “Boy, stop. You’re just saying that.”
“Nah, for real.” He takes my hand and raises it to his lips, kissing my fingers. “So, so, sexy, baby.”
I close my eyes, guilt flooding my heart.
He reaches between my thighs. And I spread them open, allowing his fingers to find the edge of my panties. He brushes his heated palm over the front of my pussy. I shiver with burning want. And then his fingers slip inside, and I gasp, relishing in his touch. My cunt, slick and wet, clenches in anticipation.
My eyes glisten. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Lying to Sebastian. Lusting after a teenaged boy. No matter how mature he is for his age; no matter the fact that he’s over the legal age of consent, I know this thing between us has to stop. All he is, all he will ever be, is a good fuck.
Oh how good of a fuck he is.
A bittersweet memory of what is, of what shouldn’t be. He has quickly become my addiction. Sometimes in the still of the night, I lie awake at night, with Sebastian snoring lightly beside me, and fantasize about the way Kyree feels inside of me, the way his dick strokes my walls. The way he kisses me and nibbles on my bottom lip with lips and teeth, stroking the inside of my mouth with velvet strokes of his tongue. Savoring me. Other times, desire shoots through me, flushing my skin, while heating my pussy. And I can feel the ghost of his tongue languishing and laving and feasting, touching and tasting my whole pussy.
“Babe,” Kyree murmurs gruffly, his lips gliding over my skin, along my cheek, then over my lips. “I want you so bad.”
He slowly slides his fingers in my pussy, and I mewl out pure, sensual pleasure. I am blazing in heat for him, for his touch, for his kisses, for his good fucking. And I welcome his searching fingers into my wet cunt.
