Page 183 of Yearn
Part of me—the part that had taken the Hippocratic Oath—noted that he needed medical attention.
His coloring was wrong.
His pupils weren't responding properly.
The rest of me didn't give a fuck.
Because he'd had her first.
Had her for years.
And he'd wasted it.
Ignored her.
Emotionally abused her.
Neglected her too.
Cheated on her.
Reduced her to someone who felt invisible in her own bed.
Now he got to see what he'd thrown away.
Got to witness what real desire looked like when a woman was properly worshipped.
His lips moved again. This time I caught fragments: ". . .my wife. . .my house. . ."
I dove my cock deeper into her. “There you go. Keep cumming for me, Mommy.”
Mmmm.
And Teyonah had no idea as she came on my cock. “Oh, Dominic. Oh. Oh.”
My name on her lips was the sweetest aphrodisiac, propelling me over the edge in the wake of her release.
Scott slowly stumbled toward the kitchen doorway.
Oh yes. Come closer. Fuck.
With a final, savage thrust, I came, my vision whiting out as my seed spilled inside her, coating that pussy.
My pussy.
Her muscles clenched around my cock, her pussy milked every drop of my release while Scott watched from the door—the sight of him, weak and helpless, gave me a thrilling sense of satisfaction that I'd never known.
“My pussy. All mine.” I made sure he heard me as I ground my cock deeper, relishing the way her body quivered beneath mine, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm and mine.
“S-stop!” Scott yelled and then collapsed against the kitchen doorway. “S-stop. . .”
Breathing heavily, I pulled out of her, and my cock still throbbed in the aftermath.
My cum seeped from her onto the table.
She hadn’t even heard him, she was still gasping for breath, and her chest was heaving with each ragged inhale. “Fuck. . .t-thank you, baby. Thank you.”
"Y-you. . .whore!" Scott pointed at us with a shaky finger. His face was a mixture of horror and disbelief, but that word—whore—cut through the air like a blade.
