Page 38 of My Mom's Man
Filling her up with my cum is dangerous because it means making her permanently mine.
“Fuck,” I curse as pleasure consumes me. I start to pull back but then her pussy sucks me back inside of her. My cock throbs out my release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. That feels good, yeah?”
“Yessss.”
There’s no turning back from claiming her in such a feral, animalistic way.
Sensible Reid has left the building.
Even after I drain the last drop out of me, I can’t bring myself to pull out. I keep this sweet, young, innocent thing plugged up. My cum stays inside her where it belongs.
I relax against her, nuzzling her neck and pressing kisses on her sweaty flesh. She runs her fingers in circles over my shoulders. It’s so peaceful and fucking perfect.
“I think we forgot the condom,” Emma murmurs, and then giggles. “Sorry.”
Lifting up on one elbow, I smirk at her. “I can tell you’re really sorry.”
“Are you mad?”
I cradle her cheek and run my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “I’m so fucking happy right now I can’t tell if this is real or not.”
“It’s real, Reid.We’rereal.”
I keep waiting for the guilt to topple into me, slamming me into the ground. Nothing. Well, there’s something. Satisfaction thrums through my veins. There’s no shaking off the feeling either.
Plus, my sweet girl is in my bed.
As she sleeps, I tease my finger between her breasts down to her bellybutton. I’m aching to fuck her again, but last night, under the dining room table, I took her so ferociously, she’s going to need some time to recover. The bloodstain on the carpet is evidence of that.
She’s gorgeous all of the time, but I love watching her sleep. Everything about her seems softer and sweeter as if that’s even possible. I want to keep her captive in my bed forever.
Eventually we will have to go in public.
This is where shit gets dicey. I’m sure Brayden and Cole both will have something to say about it. Still, I can handle it.
It’s Amara that’ll be the problem.
Well, her and Emma’s relationship.
That’s the part that makes me sick to my stomach. Sleeping with and loving some girl more than half your age is bad enough. But the fact she’s your ex-girlfriend’s daughter? Yeah, that part is shitty.
“You’re staring at me,” Emma says sleepily, not opening her eyes.
“How can I not?”
Her plump lips curl into a sweet smile. “You’re a romantic, Reid.”
I snort out a laugh. “Never been called that before.”
“Really?” She pops open her eyes and pins me with a serious stare. “That’s just sad.”
“Not sad. Reality. But to be fair, you’re the only one I’ve ever been like this with.”
She rolls onto her side to face me. “See, so sweet.”
“I wasn’t sweet last night. You have carpet burns to prove it.”
“Felt pretty perfect to me.” She rakes her fingers over my scalp and then down my neck to my shoulder. “Wondering when we can do it again?”
