He Shouldn’t Know How Wet I Get for Him (part 2)

The last guest left just after midnight.  

My mother kissed Felix on the cheek at the door, tired and glowing, then went upstairs to her own room. She never noticed the way his eyes flicked to me standing in the hallway, or the way my thighs pressed together under my dress.

I waited for ten minutes.  

Then I walked barefoot down the hall to his door and knocked once.

He opened it already shirtless. The dark trail of hair disappearing into his trousers made my mouth water. Without a word he pulled me inside, locked the door, and pushed me back against it.

“I’ve been hard since you left the room earlier,” he said against my mouth. “Every time I looked at your mother I was thinking about how full of my cum you still were.”

His hand shoved under my dress and found the mess he’d left. Two fingers slid through the slick evidence and pushed inside me. I was still loose and wet from earlier. He groaned.

“Still dripping. Good girl.”

He dropped to his knees right there, yanked my dress up, and dragged my panties down my legs. The second his tongue touched me I had to bite my own wrist. Felix licked me open with long, filthy strokes, sucking my clit, pushing his tongue as deep as it would go, then spreading my lips with his thumbs so he could stare at the way my cunt fluttered for him.

“You taste even better the second time,” he muttered against me. “Sweet and used. I’m going to eat this pussy until you can’t stand.”

He kept his word.  

He sucked and licked and finger-fucked me until I came on his tongue the first time, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t stop. He kept going, slower and meaner, until a second orgasm tore through me so hard my knees buckled. Only then did he stand, wipe his shiny mouth with the back of his hand, and push me toward the bed.

“On your back. Legs open. I want to watch my cock disappear into that greedy little hole.”

I obeyed. He stripped the rest of the way and climbed between my thighs. His cock looked even thicker than earlier—veiny, heavy, the head already leaking. He rubbed it up and down my soaked slit, coating himself, then pushed the tip inside.

We both hissed.

He sank in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the root. The stretch burned in the best way. I could feel every ridge, every pulse. Felix stayed still for a moment, breathing hard, eyes locked on where we were joined.

“Fuck… look at that. Your cunt swallowing every inch like it was made for me.”

Then he started to move.

Deep, deliberate strokes that dragged along my front wall every single time. The wet sound of his cock fucking into my already-used pussy filled the quiet room. He hooked my knees over his elbows and folded me open so he could go even deeper, the head of his cock punching against my cervix with every thrust.

“Tell me how much you needed this,” he ordered, voice rough.

“I needed it so bad,” I gasped. “I’ve been empty all night thinking about you. Wanting you back inside me. Wanting you to use me again.”

“That’s right.” He slammed harder. “This is what you get for walking around this house with a wet cunt for your mother’s fiancé. You get fucked until you can’t think.”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and drove back in from behind in one brutal thrust. The new angle made me cry out into the pillow. Felix gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked me like he was trying to claim every inch of me. One hand reached under to rub my swollen clit in tight, fast circles.

“Come on my cock again. Milk it. I want to feel this little cunt squeeze every drop out of me.”

I came hard—clenching, shaking, soaking his balls. The orgasm went on and on while he kept pounding through it. When I finally started to go limp he slowed, still buried deep, and reached around to scoop some of the fresh wetness from my clit. He pushed those fingers into my mouth.

“Clean them. Taste how desperate you are for me.”

I sucked his fingers clean while he started moving again, slower now but just as deep. He leaned over my back, mouth at my ear.

“I’m going to fill you up again. And tomorrow, when your mother is sitting across the breakfast table smiling at me, you’ll still be leaking my cum down your thighs. You’ll feel it every time you sit. Every time you walk. And you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”

His rhythm turned rough and erratic. He buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and came hard—thick, hot pulses flooding me so deep I could feel every spurt. He kept grinding, locked inside, until the last twitch faded.

Even then he didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried, one hand stroking my back almost gently while his cock softened slightly inside me.

“Not done with you yet,” he murmured. “I’m going to keep you in this bed until the sun comes up. I’m going to fuck you again. Lick you clean. Make you sit on my face. And when you finally crawl back to your own room, you’ll still be full of me.”

He finally slipped free. I felt the warm rush of his cum leaking out of me onto the sheets. Felix watched it for a long moment, then pushed two fingers back inside me, scooped some of the mess, and brought it to my lips again.

“Swallow.”

I did.

He kissed me after—slow, filthy, tasting of both of us,then pulled me on top of him so I straddled his still-half-hard cock.

“Ride it when you’re ready,” he said, eyes dark with hunger that matched the ache still throbbing between my legs. “We’ve got all night. And I’ve been wanting this for months.”

I sank down onto him again, already needing more.

And outside the locked door, the house stayed quiet while I took every thick inch of my mother’s fiancé like the desperate, yearning slut I had become for him.