Page 61 of Mister Mom

Her head falls to my shoulder and I take the opportunity to devour her neck. Let her be a voyeur and witness first-hand in the mirror how much I want her with how I’m squeezing her tits in my hands and kissing her neck. Keeping one hand on her tit, I slide the other down, unfastening her jeans and pulling down her zipper. Digging my hand down the denim and under her lacy panties, I find her soaked, which elicits a growl from deep in my throat.

“Just relax.” My lips travel the path of her neck, while my hand slowly eases the fabric off her body. “Watch me,” I whisper and her eyes flutter open to stare at our reflection in the mirror.

Our eyes meet and the blouse drops to the floor, followed immediately by her bra, which leaves her only in her in jeans with a glimpse of her lacy red panties.

My hands move down either side of her waist, bypassing the small white lines, and I push her jeans down. Little by little she shimmies them down her legs and steps out of them, pushing them to the side on the floor.

“Look at you,” I say. She stares back at me and then her gaze drops to her stomach. “How can you be blind to your beauty?”

With one more piece of thin fabric blocking the full view of her naked body, I hook my pointer fingers, push and slide the red lace down her thin legs.

Again, my lips travel a path from her shoulder up her neck and the light scent of her perfume lingers even after a long day.

“Look how mouth-watering you are.” My hands explore the curves of her body. She’s so much more than I ever imagined she’d be.

“Vance,” she sighs, tilting her head further back, clearly enjoying what I’m doing.

“What do you want?” I cup one breast and massage her clit with my thumb.

“You. I just want you.” She turns around in my arms and then grabs the hem of my t-shirt. “I think it’s time for you to join this party.”

I step back, teasing her with the hem of my t-shirt in my hands. “You want a Magic Mike show?” I chuckle, but she grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me toward the bed.

“Nah, we’ll save that for later. I’ve wanted to strip you down for some time.”

I stand there with my back to the mattress. “I had something similar on my wish list.”

She shakes her head, unbuckling my jeans. “Well, I’ll be sure to get the full list later so I can check all the boxes.”

My jeans drop seconds later and she’s quick to shed my boxer briefs right after. On her way back up my body, her hands glide along my sides, bringing the t-shirt up my chest as she goes. Since I’m a helpful kind of guy, I raise my hands and toss it over my head to join my pile of clothes on the floor.

“Now we’re both ready for some fun.”

I pick her up and throw her down the bed. She yelps and I cover her mouth with my hand so she won’t wake the kids.

Leaning down on the bed, I remove my hand and cover it with my mouth, allowing our tongues to savor the taste of each other. Her hands move to the back of my head, her short nails running along my hair. Our movements are slow and deliberate, searching for the area of each other’s body that will drive the other to the brink.

For Layla, it’s the tiniest spot right under her ear. She arches her back when I push her hair off her neck and sprinkle the lightest of kisses there. Goose bumps break out across her silky skin when my knuckles run down her stomach. Her soft moans and deep breaths turn her into a goddess sprawled out on top of her pink sheets. I’m not sure I could ever get my fill of exploring her body. I’m already addicted to finding every inch of exposed flesh that makes her squirm beneath me.

We’re so lost in each other that I fail to realize the position we’re in. I’m on top of her, my cock poised at her slick entrance. Her arms are stretched around me now, her hands on my ass, pushing me toward her. I use my knees to open her legs further.

I push up and ask, “Condom?” praying I don’t need to dig into my jeans on the floor because that would mean separating our bodies.

“Drawer on the right,” she pants out, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

I smile. Perfect. I only have to shift my weight but can stay between her legs and her hands can continue to knead my flesh.

I find one loose condom in the drawer and sit up on my knees in front of her.

She runs her hands up and down my torso while I rip the foil packet open. I’m sure I set a new record for myself in the wrapper-to-dick race. When I lean back over her, her hands find their place on the back of my neck.

The heat between her legs is like a priceless piece of art, coaxing me closer with its beauty as I slip into her slickness. Fuck, she feels like heaven. Again, I move my knees to widen her legs, wanting to be as deep inside her as possible.

“Oh, my God.” Layla’s head falls off the edge of the bed and her legs wrap around my waist.

The contraction of her thighs on my waist while I thrust in and out of her becomes unbearable—in the best way.

“Whatever you’re doing with the legs, keep it up. You’re driving me insane.”

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