Page 144 of Yearn
I groaned. “Oh!!”
My swollen crown split her wet pussy open, the heat swallowing me inch by inch.
“Yes, Mommy!” My vision blurred, my teeth clenched, and a growl ripped from my chest so loud I feared I might have woken Scott, J, and Oliver all at once. “Oh FUCK!!!”
It didn’t matter if they woke up.
I would’ve woken the whole goddamn house, the whole neighborhood, the whole city—because no man alive could be quiet while being swallowed whole by the only cure he’d ever believed in.
“Do you like that baby?” Her words were a fast-acting drug, shooting through my bloodstream. “You like Mommy’s pussy?”
“Yes.”
If she wanted, I would be her sex-slave, her loyal hostage, her fuck boy to do with in any way she chose.
My muscles went obedient.
“Are you sure, baby?”
My mind shifted to pure submission. “Yes, Mommy. I love it.”
“Good Boy.” Then she bent over and kissed me.
Claimed me.
Her soft breasts pressed against my muscular chest. Her kiss was lustfully chaotic at once. Tongue skilled. Hunger unashamed. The slight scrape of her teeth jolted my heart into a faster rhythm.
She left my lips and whispered against my mouth. “Let me show you something, baby.”
Then, she squeezed her pussy around my cock.
My eyes widened.
Holy shit!
That pussy hugged my cock like a wet, velvet glove.
Oh God! Oh God!
I went fucking crazy.
My hips bucked up without permission, a snarl tearing out of me as if my body had decided survival now depended on being buried inside her forever.
Never had anyone done that to me!
Not in high school!
Not in college!
Definitely not in medical school!
Not in the few late-night hook-ups that had meant nothing!
No one had ever wrapped me like this—heat, muscle, and slick desire milking me, testing me, claiming me.
This wasn’t sex.
This was seizure.
