It feels so right, feeling my breasts press up against his chest. Fe
eling his arms encircle me. Once having made contact, I want more. I can feel myself pressing against him as I continue to look up at him.
“Why did you do all this, Lance?” I ask him, the thought going through my head that this is some elaborate prank for some reason. I don’t know why I’m thinking it, hun. “Why the whole fancy setup?”
“Why the fuck not?” Lance growls down at me, looking at me with smoldering eyes as we start to sway to the gentle music in the background. “It’s your birthday, Jocelyn.”
“I’m your stepmom,” I say back to him.
I don’t know why, okay? I don’t know why I feel awkward around him, when he’s done something so sweet as put together this surprise for my birthday.
Fine, fine, you got me, it’s not awkwardness I’m feeling. It’s nervousness. I’ve seen his giant cock. And I want it inside of me.
But standing here close to him, as he holds me, I’m starting to feel something different too.
What is it?
“No, you’re not,” Lance replies back. He’s calm. He’s collected. “Tonight you’re just a woman, Jocelyn. And I’m just a man.”
What exactly does that mean?
Are we just a man and woman who are friends? Relatives? Lovers?
God, I can’t believe I had his cock in my hands. Through his jeans, but still.
Why can’t I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment? Why am I trapped in his stare, looking up at him and only vaguely aware of the world around me?
“I’m so much older than you, Lance,” I whisper. “And I’m really sorry about the other day. We can’t let something so crazy ever happen again.”
It’s true! Can you believe the scandal involved with something like that?
He brings his face closer to me. “Don’t be fucking sorry,” he hisses. “I can’t get it out of my head.”
What? He can’t get me out of his head?
“That’s sweet,” I say to him, my panties melting as I think back to being on his lap, legs wrapped around him, looking at his cock. I can tell I’m more than wet at this point. If Lance wanted to take me, I don’t think I would stop him.
No, I most definitely wouldn’t stop him. I’d spread my legs and let him pull my thong down. Then I’d wrap my legs around him as he put that giant cock inside of me. His eyes would go wide at what I’d do and say. I’d be the last thing from boring to him.
“What are you thinking?” Lance asks me, a smirk playing across his face.
“It’s a secret,” I say with a coy smile.
“I think I can guess,” he tells me. I squirm my body against him a bit more. His cock is hard and it’s rubbing against my inner thigh. It feels so good.
“What, then?” I ask, hoping beyond all hope that he’s in my head. “Don’t keep a lady waiting.”
“You’re no lady,” he says with a grin and as I give him a mock pout, I see that he truly is in my head. Because he leans over and brings his mouth to mine.
And we kiss.
Lance
Holy fucking shit. What the fuck is going on?
I can’t believe this. My tongue is literally opening up Jocelyn’s lips. Far from being the invader, her tongue lashes out and it’s wrestling mine in my mouth now. I feel her tongue massage mine. I reciprocate.
This is so much fucking hotter somehow than the other day. This feels more intimate. More real.