Page 18 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

CHAPTER TEN

Marie

My eyes opened drowsily, body curiously warm, overheated almost. What was going on? Maybe I’d left the thermostat too high, it was sweltering in my room.

But when I tried to lift an arm to push the sheets off, everything came crashing down. Because my limb was trapped by a huge, male arm wrapped around me, pinning me against a muscular form.

Gasping, my eyes flew open. Oh my god, what had happened? And as realization filtered into my brain, I stiffened slightly. Oh god, oh god, I’d had sex with Trent again, he’d caught me with the inseminator and instead of being disgusted, instead of slamming the door with a frigid look, the alpha male had roared like a lion. My son’s friend had strode into the room, taking the dildo in hand, and fucked me with it himself, rotating between his live dick and the toy, pushing into my folds, making me squirm, squeal and pant until I gave it up, screaming my pleasure to the heavens.

And it’d been so good, so hot, that I’d literally blacked out afterwards, passing into a dazed euphoria and then slipping soundlessly into sleep. Except now, the big male was with me in bed, that muscular body keeping me warm and toasty on a cold night. I moved experimentally and that woke him, the sleepy bear coming to life.

“You good, baby girl?” his deep voice sounded in my ear, fingers rolling a nipple gently, lightly squeezing my breastflesh. “You good?”

I sighed languorously, loving his touch, his hand on a big boob. I sighed again, grinding my pussy unconsciously against his thigh, stretching as best I could with his warm form wrapped around me. Because yeah, I was just about pinned to the bed, Trent’s massive form on me, around me, almost in me, his penis head right up against my soft slit.

But he wasn’t in me at the moment. Sure, my skin caked with the remnants of his seed, my cream, our loving still tainting the air around us, the sex smells pungent and arousing. But we’d finished for the moment, he’d pulled out to let my pussy get a break, enjoying the silence, our intimate time together.

So I mewled again, nestling up against his masculine frame.

“I’m good,” I confirmed, nodding shyly, even though it was ludicrous given the circumstances. “I’m good.”

And Trent chuckled deep in his chest, stroking my hip now.

“That’s good, Miz Sands,” he growled. “Now you want to tell me about the toy?”

My eyes flew open then because right, I was Ms. Sands, his best friend’s mom, no longer some strange fuck. And shit, the inseminator, where was it? I twisted awkwardly and caught a glimpse, the flesh-colored dildo lying on the bed next to us. It lay there, obscene, almost pulsing still, the image of a man’s dick, huge and full, ready to penetrate.

But what could I do? There was a question hanging in the air and I had to answer.

“I know how this seems,” I began, almost too embarrassed to meet Trent’s eyes. “I know what this looks like.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“What does it look like?” he growled, amused.

I looked down again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

“Well, that I’m so desperate that I’d use a dildo,” I murmured, barely able to say the words. “I guess I must seem really lonely,” I finished in a whisper.

But Trent pulled me close, his big chest vibrating with shudders. And suddenly I jerked my chin up to look at him. Because those were shakes of laughter, the alpha male was laughing at me.

“No, not laughing at you,” he admonished gently, chucking me under the chin. “Laughing with you because you’re so ridiculous.”

Confusion flickered in my eyes before I pouted a bit.

“How? Why am I ridiculous?” I demanded, straightening my shoulders indignantly. “Why is that ridiculous?”

But he pulled me close again, lightly stroking my back, the curve of my spine.

“Because honey,” he ground out. “It was so fucking beautiful seeing you fuck yourself like that, a woman in need, satisfying herself, spreading her puss for a deep drill, finger in her ass. I liked seeing you take what you wanted, even if it was from a fake dick.”

I blushed again.

“But that’s the thing. I used a toy because I didn’t have, um, a man,” I finished lamely. But Trent just shrugged carelessly.

“Honey, you just got stuffed by a real man, tonight and last night. I’d say you’re the furthest thing from desperate.” And this time, I really blushed, so hot that the pink ran across my bosom, spreading down my tummy and all the way to my soft cunt. My mouth opened to say something inane, but Trent interrupted.

“But what’s with that dildo?” he asked curiously. “It’s not a regular one, what’s with the hollow interior?”

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