“Oh,” she moans when I slip a single finger inside her. “Oh, Marcus, please, I need you in me now. Make me yours.”
Our eyes meet and we both smile. I kiss her gently, lovingly. She opens her legs wide above me and guides my still throbbing erection into her waiting hole. We both moan loudly as she lowers herself onto me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Kelsey.”
“You’re so big,” she gasps. “Oh god. I’m not sure if I can take it.”
Kelsey waits a minute or two to adjust to my size. Once she’s ready, she raises her hips and lowers herself down, impaling herself over and over on me, that wet twat squeezing me tight. I meet her thrusts with my own.
Our pace quickens. “Yes, yes, YES,” Kelsey screams as we continue our love making. Thankfully, the stress from the evening makes Kelsey’s parents heavy sleepers. The last thing we need is someone waking up and catching her impaled on my fuckshaft.
“I want to be on top, baby,” I growl suddenly. I wrap my arm around her back and flip her over onto the couch. She opens her legs wide and I push into her quickly. She grunts with pleasure and wraps her legs around my waist as I plow into her.
“I’m close, baby,” I say. I squeeze my hand between us so I can rub her clit. She squirms beneath me.
“I’m close, too,” she breathes. “Keep going. You’re so fucking deep!”
I don’t stop. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I rail into her, causing the couch to raise off the floor and fall back down with a bang. Kelsey moans beneath me.
“Never stop,” she cries. “I’m so close. So close!”
“Me, too. I’m gonna cum, baby. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she screams. “Cum inside me, Marcus. I want to feel your hot jizz.”
Her words send me over the edge. “FUCK!” I rasp. I thrust into her as deep as I can go and cum harder than I ever have before. That’s all it takes for Kelsey to have her second orgasm of the night. I feel her walls tighten over my member, milking it with every contraction and pulling that virile sperm even deeper.
I stay buried in her for a few minutes while we catch our breath. I slide out of her and sit behind her on the couch, pulling her against my chest.
“That was incredible,” she pants.
“Yeah, it was.”
We stay like this for a while, enjoying each other’s company. A stirring upstairs causes us to leap from our intimate position. The toilet flushes, but luckily no one comes downstairs. Even so, we can’t take any chances.
“It’s late,” Kelsey whispers. “I should get some sleep.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.”
The words are inane because what we’ve just done is too momentous to really talk about. After all, I literally just fucked my dead wife’s younger sister on the day of her death. God. I’m going to hell.
Silently, we gather our clothes from the floor. Kelsey puts her dress on and I slide my pants back on. My shirt is ruined, the fabric crumpled and buttons scattered all over the wooden floor.
“Kelsey,” I say warningly before she can walk up the stairs. “We have to talk.”
She turns and smiles uncertainly.
“I know Marcus. But not tonight. Too much has happened. Let’s leave it for another time, okay?”
I nod curtly but my big body doesn’t turn to go. Not yet. There are plenty of guest bedrooms, and both of us are going to spend the night here. But I’ve already sold my soul to the devil because as I watch the curvy female disappear into a bedroom upstairs, all I can think is … when is this gonna happen again?
Chapter Four
Kelsey
Shit. Did last night really happen?
My parents are awake in the kitchen when I walk downstairs. Luckily, I have some old clothes still in my bedroom that fit well enough. I would hate to wear the dress I had on yesterday. Especially because it would feel like a walk of shame outfit after what happened.
“Morning, Kelsey,” my dad says. His eyes are red and puffy. “How did you sleep?”
“Not well,” I say truthfully. “How about you guys?”
He sighs. “I think I was so exhausted from crying that I passed out. Tossed and turned some, though. I had a dream about Jane. She told me to man up and stop crying.”
I shoot him a wobbily smile. “That sounds like Janie.”
“I can’t believe…”
“Me neither, Dad.”
My mom remains silent. She stares into the coffee in her mug. It doesn’t look like she’s taken a sip.
“We have to talk about arrangements,” Robert says. “The wake and funeral and all that.”
I nod. “I can help you. I just want to go home and shower and then I’ll come back and we can figure everything out, okay?”
“We have a shower here.”