Page 15 of Homewrecker

Air? Who needed air? She didn’t need air.

She needed to come.

She was going to come all over Rebecca’s daddy’s cock.

Fuck.

Whereas she’d momentarily wanted to forget who he was, now it made things even hotter. The sudden image of Rebecca in her mind, knowing her ex-friend would have a complete fit, was enough to send Ashley’s pleasure surging higher. She pushed her hips back against him, meeting his thrusts, moaning as her ecstasy mounted.

As if sensing her oncoming climax, he began fucking her harder, faster, pounding into her while his fingers stimulated her swollen clit, playing her like an instrument he’d mastered. Ashley screamed against his hand as her orgasm exploded inside her, hot flashes of bliss spraying outward from her core, her body trembling as she spasmed and clenched around him. He kept rubbing her clit, riding her through the waves and sending her soaring higher and higher until she thought she might actually pass out from the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure.

Just when she felt her arms going limp, he thrust in deep and held himself there, groaning. The circles he was making on her clit slowed, and she could feel him throbbing inside her, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling her up.

His hand dropped from her mouth, moving to slide underneath her and hold her hips up, keeping her in place while he finished coming inside her.

“Fuck…” The word hung in the air between them, a benediction and a lament for what they had just done.

She’d fucked Rebecca’s dad on Rebecca’s wedding day to her own dad.

And it had been fucking amazing.

“That was… fuck.”

Mr. Black stepped back, pulling away and leaving her with a pussy full of cum, her breasts still hanging out of her dress, skirt hiked up around her hips. Ashley turned to face him. Somehow,even with his pants around his ankles and his shirt and tux jacket hanging open, he looked sexy. The expression on his face was less so.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

Hurt lanced through her, along with anger that he was going to say that now, less than five seconds after he’d finished coming in her. That, along with the fact she was still pretty drunk, was the only explanation she had for what she did next.

“What’s done is done. No use saying what we shouldn’t have done.” She shrugged, dropping to her knees in front of him for the second time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The combined flavor of his cum and hers was saltier than hers alone had been, but that didn’t stop Ashley from sucking his half-hard cock into her mouth. His regret didn’t make him pull away. He groaned, his hand coming to rest on top of her head rather than grabbing her hair, but he didn’t push her away as she moved her mouth over him, licking up every last bit of their juices, all while feeling his cum starting to slide down her inner thigh.

It was filthy, hot, and exactly what she needed right now.

When she finally lifted her head, he was half-hard again and watching her with glittering eyes.

“Get on your feet,” he said, holding out his hand to help her.

Her underwear still around her knees, she didn’t stop him as he lifted her skirt. Cum coated the inside of her thighs, and she felt him move his fingers along her leg, scooping it up, then he straightened, bringing his fingers to her mouth.

Their gazes locked as she licked the cum from his fingers, licking them clean. Whatever regrets he had, they’d been pushed away again as he watched her. Once his fingers were clean, he pulled her underwear back up, and they stood there for a moment, staring at each other in the silence.

Ashley almost jumped away when he suddenly reached for her. She was startled by the movement, but he was just pulling her in for a deep kiss. If he was bothered by the flavors lingering in her mouth, she couldn’t tell. He kissed her as if she was the air he needed to breathe, soothing the hurt she’d felt minutes before.

This time, when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers for a long moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“You are perfect, Ashley. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Nothing that happened today is your fault.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“I was going to call a car to take me home,” she admitted. For some reason, she suddenly cared that he knew she wasn’t going to drive home drunk.

“I’ll come wait with you.”

They didn’t talk as they helped each other straighten their clothes in silence. She used the app to summon a car, then he stood outside with her until it came.

When she looked out the car window, he was still standing there in the darkness, backlit by the reception hall behind him. The reception hall where his cheating wife was waiting for him. Ashley couldn’t regret not getting any evidence that he was a cheater, too.

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