Page 30 of My Mom's Man
She leans into my crushing grip andnips at my bottom lip. Something normal and sane inside of me vanishes with a snap of fingers. I claw at the strap of her cami, ripping it down over her shoulder. A perky tit falls out, just begging for attention. She grunts when I grab hold of her breast. The whole thing fits in the palm of my hand. We both shudder when my thumb brushes over her nipple.
“We need to stop, baby.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
Frustration builds inside me. I need for her to be the stronger person right now. I’m lost to this blinding lust for her. I want to strip her naked and fucking claim her on this couch.
“Please,” I beg, slightly twisting her nipple between my finger and thumb. “I’m going to hurt you. I love you too much for that.”
She whimpers at my words. “Don’t stop.”
I can’t if she keeps begging me. Holy shit.
“You wouldn’t want this,” I murmur, “if you knew what kind of sicko I was.”
“Don’t care.”
I smack her ass hard, and she jolts. “You should.”
“But I don’t.”
“Want to know why your bedding was changed?”
She pulls back and frowns at me. “Not really.”
Her tit jiggles in my face and like the fool I am, I can’t help but suck her nipple into my mouth. When I bite the sensitive bud, she cries out. I soothe away thehurt with my tongue until she’s begging me to do the other side.
Wait.
We can’t.
Focus.
“I used your dirty panties to hold your vibrator against my dick,” I hiss out before sucking so hard on the inside of her breast, she’ll no doubt have a bruise. “I fucked it against the mattress wishing it were you.”
She moans as if this turns her on.
Fuck.
Where’s the disgust?
“You can do it for real,” she purrs. “Right here.”
“No.”
She tears away her camisole, leaving her naked from the top up. “See. It’s not that hard, Reid.”
“That’s enough, baby.” When she sits up on her knees and starts pushing her shorts down, I grab her wrists. “I said no.”
We struggle but she’s tiny in comparison to me. I’m able to wrench her arms behind her, but unable to keep from inhaling her sweet scent that clings to her naked torso.
“Fuck me,” she hisses.
“No.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I want to make damn sure that’s what you want before it happens.”
