LOGINMy cock was still very much hard, ready and throbbing. She knelt a little closer and placed a kiss at the tip of my cock before rising to her feet. She was going to reach for me, but I pulled away first, reached for a serviette beside me on the kitchen counter and returned to her face to pat it dry.“Gotta take care of what's mine.” I murmured, not necessarily looking at her. Her lips curved into a small knowing smile, the warmth of my words blooming tenderly in her chest. She stood still and allowed me to finish, but I knew she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. She struggled to keep her hands bound to her sides. She wanted more. Both the need to pleasure her and the need to be pleasured struck me so hard, all I could think of was my cock inside her tight warm cunt, grazing her walls with all that wetness, until she screams and moans for more.She took my cock in her hands, and stroked the tip with a slow tenderness that made my whole body go still for a moment before giving in to her t
As I slid the spatula under the pancakes, flipping them with practiced hands, a warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me in.“Morning,” he growled, his breath tickling my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. The low rumble of his voice was slow-burning, stirring something dangerously feral within me. His rough cheek grazed mine, and the warmth of his body completely enclosed me. The world narrowed the spot where our bodies touched, still, we couldn’t be that close. Shouldn’t be. Not openly.He traced soft kisses down the small of neck. Without hesitation, my head tilted to give him total access. The soft brush of his breath on the sensitive spot just below my ear was too dizzying. I let go off the pan and slid a hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer, while my body pressed back, hard into him.He had nothing on, except a pyjamas pant with no drawls or shorts underneath so I took advantage. I pushed my ass harder against his bulge, rolling my waist in slow circular movemen
I spun him around, shoving him over the counter. Nothing romantic, just punishment for trying to get together with my mom with his down-low shit, for lying to her. He yanked his shirt over his head, exposing that toned back. I tugged his joggers down roughly together with his boxers. His ass bounced free—thick, round, begging."Look at this," I growled, spreading his cheeks. "All prepped and ready, aren't you?"He nodded, moaning softly. "Yes..."I dropped to my knees, face levelled to his ass. It was perfect, smooth, muscled, hole still pink and slick from his earlier session. I dove in, tongue flat against his entrance, licking broad stripes. He tasted clean. He was impeccably clean. “You get your ass this clean to get rimmed, don’t you?”“Yes...” He gasped, pushing back. "Oh God... Damon..."I ate him out like a starved man, tongue spearing inside, swirling around his hole, sucking and biting the cheeks. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him onto my face."Ahh... yes...fuck..."
I plastered on a smile as I hit the first step, acting like I hadn't just spent the last ten minutes spying on her fiancé, finger-fucking himself to gay porn. "Damon! There you are," she said, spotting me. "Have you been waiting long?""No, just got here a few minutes ago," I lied smoothly, grabbing her free hand. "Where'd you disappear to? I called out when I came in and you didn’t respond so I came upstairs looking for you .""Oh, honey, I ran to the mall real quick." She beamed, holding up a six-pack of my favourite strawberry milk. "Thought you'd like these. Rick's been on a diet, but I know you love this drink."I laughed, grabbing one and cocking it open. "Thanks, mom. You're the best." We chatted easy after that as we climbed down the stairs. The conversation flowed like always, light and familiar, but my mind kept flashing back to upstairs. Those moans and groans, the sounds his fingers made digging into his ass. Rick begging to be fucked like a total slut. I sipped my drink,
The house was oddly silent when I pushed through the front door."Mom?" My voice echoed through the foyer, echoing across the room, bouncing off the ceiling and walls.No response.Rick's place was ridiculously extravagant—expensive epoxy floors that looked unreal and guilt-tripped you every time you step on it, floor-to-ceiling windows, high ceilings and expensive curtains and artworks lined up the wall. They definitely cost more than my entire college tuition and rent altogether."Mom? You home?" I called again, louder this time, setting my keys on the console table by the door.Still nothing.I pulled out my phone from my pocket to check the text she sent me earlier. “Come by the house at exactly 1pm for lunch, I’ll make you your favourite.” It was 1:15pm , she should be here by now. They should both be here.Then it hit me all at once—I was alone in Rick's house. Or at least, it seemed that way. The universe was literally handing me an opportunity to carry out my mission and I was
“I swear, my mother’s fiancé is a solid bottom.” I hesitated for a moment, but eventually sent it before I could think twice. It didn’t take up to a second before his chat box bubbled up indicating that he was typing. I anxiously awaited his response.“Oh my God. Here we go again.”“I’m damn serious.”“Damon. It’s literally 8pm.” He paused, then continued typing. “You can’t just make accusations like that by this time of the night.”“He’s like sassy, immaculately clean, way too clean for a straight man.”“Don’t piss them off now.”“But it’s truth. Their isn’t a single dirt on him. His hygiene is a hundred and one percent. His earlobes are always moisturised, his skin and face are spotless and shiny, his beards—ridiculously well kept, his nails—always chopped clean.”“That’s literally basic hygiene, Damon. You’re being ridiculous right now.”I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "Oh, come on. You know I'm onto something here.""You're onto nothing but your own delusions," he







