One sloppy wet kiss before he picks me up and turns me around, placing my ass over his lap.
I howl with excitement as he slides two fingers inside me, arching against my spot. If the neighborhood couldn’t hear us before, they sure can now.
“You know what happens to sexy women like yourself,” he says.
I lean over his lap, neck braced against his kneecap. Ready for his spanking, I close my eyes. I feel the wind of his palm smack my ass.
He grabs my flesh and grunts.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Sliding two more fingers inside my pussy, he gives me time to breathe. “Tell me, sweetheart. How kinky are you? Do you get off acting like a dirty whore?”
I nod, tears of pleasure and pain swelling against my eyelids. “I want to be filthy with you again,” I grunt.
He spanks me, much harder than the last time.
Twisting my hair into a ponytail, he lifts my head. His eyes are dark and intense, possessive and dominating.
I fucking love it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the time we first met. I was terrified of him. But once he showed me what he could do with his mouth and cock, there was no going back.
I was dirty, heated, and wet. I still am.
It’s been a few years since our time on Avalon. We have a kid to worry about now.
But the one thing we make time for is sex. Tonight, I’m ready to push the boundaries.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
There has been something.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” I say.
His body glows, letting me know how bad he wants me to have it. “Tell me.”
I lift from his lap, feeling the sting dissipate. Seductively moving my body toward the windows, I lower to the floor.
“Mm,” he purrs. “Keep showing me.”
I face the window, nose just barely touching the glass edge. Tempting him, I drop my arms behind my back. I spread my cheeks apart to show him both of my holes.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” I say.
I can feel my face turn bright red, but I own my shame.
After a get-together with the other moms led to some hardcore wine drinking and fantasy spilling, a few of the women admitted they had always wanted to try it. I stayed silent, but my endorphins went berserk.
I haven’t been able to get the thought out of my mind. Now that it’s out in the open, I’m ready for it to become a reality.
His thumb teases my lips, spreading up toward my clit, which he uses to soften me. However, there’s not one inch of me that’s relaxed.
A car honks at another outside. A few birds scatter, loudly from our pecan tree in the front yard. Oh, God. This fantasy has been stewing for some time, but I’m not sure if I can get through with it.
I’m on all fours.
He holds the back of my back down, sliding my wetness across my tight hole above. I hold my breath as his thumb presses firmly.