Cherry Lover (Cherry 2)

She dug her hands into my hair and leaned into me, her tits pressed against my chest. “I like this…”

My lips moved against hers as I spoke. “Me too.” Knowing she enjoyed it turned me on, just the way her tears turned me on. All I had to do was sit here and watch this beautiful woman fuck me with a pussy that constantly stayed wet. I squeezed her ass cheeks and breathed against her mouth, my dick so wet that it never wanted to leave. I could just keep coming and coming…

Her lips trembled against mine as she came, her nails clawing at my shoulders while her pussy constricted around me. “God…” She panted hard and ground her clit against my body as she finished, her hips bucking automatically.

I pressed my fingers against her clit and rubbed hard, wanting her to finish with endless waves of pleasure. I felt all the slickness across my fingers, all the arousal she felt because of me. There were no tears in her eyes this time, probably because she was taking it so slow. When she finished, I pulled my fingers away and gripped her tits, fondling them as I felt our come mix together.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long…” She pressed her palms against my chest.

I was the only man to have fucked this beautiful woman, and that turned me on like crazy. “Yes, you should have. Because this pussy is mine.” It was perfectly tight, perfectly wet, and perfectly perfect. I’d never fucked a better cunt.

She continued to rise up and down, rocking her hips as she moved with me, her hands holding on to me like an anchor.

The intercom beeped, and my mother’s voice filled the room. “Honey, it’s your mother. I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by.”

I growled as the sensual moment was shattered. I’d already come twice, but I could have gone a third time. But the sound of my mother’s voice instantly zapped all the arousal from my body.

The same thing happened to her. “Your mother is coming over?”

“Trust me, I had no idea.”

She got off my lap and then snatched her clothes off the ground. “I guess I’ll hide in your room.”

“You don’t have to hide.” I pulled on my boxers and sweatpants. “But you do have to put some clothes on.”

She walked down the hallway to get dressed.

I pressed the intercom. “Come on up, Mother.” I hit the button so the elevator would rise.

When I turned around, I spotted Monroe’s black thong on the ground right next to the couch. I quickly kicked it under the couch just as the doors opened to reveal my mother, dressed in black slacks, a teal blouse, and an expensive coat.

“Hey, honey. Hope I’m not intruding by stopping by.”

“Not at all, Mother.” I kissed her on the cheek then quickly pulled away, afraid that I smelled like sex and perfume. “What brings you here?” I walked to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

“I was visiting Carol. She lives on the tenth floor.”

“And how did that go?” I came back to her and handed her a glass.

“Very well.” She accepted the glass and took a drink, her red lipstick smearing across the rim. “We played bridge.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“Not really. I’m much better at bridge than she is.” She helped herself to the couch in the living room. “So I spoke to your brother today. It sounds like he and Simone are having a great time in the Bahamas.”

“Hope he can enjoy it while it lasts.” I sat in the leather armchair across from her, not uncomfortable in my bare skin and sweatpants. This was how I dressed whenever I relaxed at home, so I refused to change just because she was there—especially when she gave me no warning.

“Stop it. Simone might have a change of heart. You never know.”

I laughed into my glass. “That bitch won’t change her mind. All she cares about is power and money. That will never change.”

“I hope you’re wrong. Because your brother seems very happy…”

He watched Simone walk down the aisle like she was a dream come true. It was sad, like watching a deer about to be shot by a hunter five hundred feet away. “I wish I was wrong too. But I’m not.” My brother had made the worst mistake of his life, and once the dust settled, he would have to live with the humiliation of his stupidity.

Footsteps sounded, and Monroe emerged from the hallway, dressed in the jeans and long-sleeved shirt she’d arrived in. “Hello, Elizabeth.” Her hair had been combed, and she presented herself like she hadn’t been fucked for the last thirty minutes, like there weren’t two loads of come sitting inside her that very moment.

My mother beamed once she entered the room. “Monroe, what a nice surprise.” She rose to her feet and gave Monroe a kiss on the cheek. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening. I didn’t realize you were here.”