Needing no guidance, Wylla Mae impales her sweet heat on me. Hands on my chest she starts to move, finding her rhythm easily enough. Not too fast or too slow, but just right she’s found her sweet spot. I give her control, letting her lead. I lay back and enjoy the sight of her tits bouncing as she rolls her hips grinding on me seeking out her pleasure.
“Oh, god.” Her head goes back but I direct her attention back to me.
“Eyes on me, baby, let go and come for your man.” I arch up, meeting her halfway and hold her hips in place. Her gaze burns into mine imprinting her soul on my heart even deeper. She’s fuckin’ tattooed herself there permanently. I shove up wrapping my arms around her needing her mouth on mine. She moans against my lips and her pussy muscles spasm.
Fuck me she feels so damn good. We move positions, her on her back again. I can tell she is getting sleepy now that she’s gotten hers, but I know she has a few more orgasms in her, and I want them all.
Our bodies move together in sync like we’re one. I surge forward, plowing into her sweet heat. I drive into her pussy over and over again, till her body quakes. She shatters around me again when I play with her clit, rubbing the sensitive skin in a circular motion. Hooking an arm under her knee I hammer into her tightness while she cries out. The sounds she makes sends me over the edge. My heartbeat drums in my ears, and I find my release, shooting my seed deep inside her knowing I should pull out but bastard enough not to.
I collapse on top of her ca
reful not to put too much weight on her. Her lips find mine, heavy breaths passing between us. “You okay?”
“Mhmmm,” she murmurs, eyelids fluttering shut. I stay inside her selfishly not wanting to break our connection because when morning comes tonight will be over and I’ll have to set her free. Her breathing evens out, I roll off her, and head into the bathroom. I know my way around easily enough in the dark. I grab a wash rag and get it wet with warm water and return to Wylla Mae. I wipe her inner thighs and clean her up best I can. She’s so spent she doesn’t stir. I discard the wash rag and climb back into bed. I pull her into me, needing to hold her. To have her body naked at my side. Unable to sleep my mind races. I didn’t even wear a condom, but I know she’s supposed to be on birth control. I drove her to the appointment myself when she was fifteen and she asked me to. I didn’t ask questions. It wasn’t my place to, but I figured she didn’t want her mom to know.
Guilt hits me square in the chest. Alexa would kill me if she knew I fucked her daughter. I push those thoughts away and bury them deep. She has no place in this room with us. Wylla Mae is eighteen. There is no law against it. We’re both adults.
The power stays off and I keep Wylla Mae in my arms until dawn enjoying the sight of her naked and next to me far too much.
She starts to stir, blinking a few times before smiling at me.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” I place a kiss to her temple. “You okay?”
“Little sore but I’ll live.”
“Whenever you’re ready I’ll take you for breakfast then get you home.”
“Can you get me my purse from your truck?”
“Yeah. I can do that. You want a water or something?”
“Water would be good.”
I roll from bed and grab the jeans I had on yesterday from the floor; they’re still damp, but I don’t care. I go out to my truck and there’s a tree down in my driveway. I’m lucky it fell away from my truck. I’ll have to break out the chainsaw to clear it out of the way so we can get out of the driveway.
I go back inside with Wylla Mae’s purse and grab her a bottled water. When I get to the top of the stairs, she’s coming out of the bathroom wearing one my t-shirts. Damn it looks good on her.
“Here ya go.” I hand her the water and her purse.
She goes to the couch and pulls her phone out. When she powers it on it starts buzzing like crazy. Mine’s dead but I guarantee I have a bunch of texts from Alexa wondering where in the hell we both are. She’s not stupid and I suspect she’s smart enough to figure it out. I’ll cross that bridge if she ever gets the balls to confront me.
“Shit.”
“Your mom?”
“Mhmm and Darin.” She chews on her thumb. “I’ll tell them I needed to clear my head after the breakup, and you let me crash here because you were gonna be out?”
“Sure.”
“Okay.” Her fingers tap at the screen furiously. Her phone rings immediately. “Hey, Mom. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry. No, I haven’t talked to East. He had a date or something. I didn’t really ask him. He’s supposed to come back and pick me up this morning. No. I don’t need you to come get me. I’m fine. Darin was being stupid and we’re on separate paths. I just needed to get away and sort through my feelings. I’ll be home as soon as East shows up. You know him. He’s most likely in some woman’s bed somewhere.”
My gaze narrows on her and she shoots me an apologetic smile.
I move to her and palm her tit, squeezing her nipple because I’m an asshole. She lets out a gasp. “Oh um, I guess the power isn’t on still after that storm last night. I stubbed my toe. I’m going to get off here and see if I can reach East. I’ll be home in a bit. Love you.” She ends the call and sticks her phone back in her purse. “What are you doing?” She smacks at my hand.
“Helping you get off.” I smirk and her lips curve up. “Unless you’re too sore.”