Page 70 of Mister Mom

“Let me make it up to you,” I practically purr.

“What did you have in mind?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Why don’t you take your pants off and I’ll show you.” I arch a brow, daring him to do so.

I focus on him unbuttoning his jeans and then they fall to the floor. A second later he pulls his boxer briefs down and kicks them to the side.

He stands there in all his perfection and my mouth waters. I want so badly to taste him. I lick my lips and Vance’s eyes track every movement.

“I’m clean,” he says.

Music to my ears. I don’t respond, simply grin at him for a minute before spinning myself on the counter so my back is to him. Then I slowly ease myself back. I’m now sprawled across the counter, my head dangling off the end, upside down in front of Vance.

“Fuck,” he says and pushes a hand through his hair.

I reach out and grab the base of his hard length, directing him toward me. I open my mouth wide and it doesn’t take much encouragement before Vance is pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“Jesus,” he pants out.

I’ll be honest—I’ve never actually given head this way, but I’ve seen it in porn and since the opportunity presented itself, I figured why the hell not?

He braces his hands on the edge of the counter and pushes all the way in to the base, his eyes rolling back in his head when he breaches the back of my throat.

It’s surprisingly easy to do in this position and I moan as I imagine what we must look like. Vance must feel the vibrations of the sound on his cock because he groans and slides himself out between my lips and immediately pushes his shaft back in, a little harder this time.

I use my hand to cup his balls while he thrusts into my mouth. I manage to keep my throat relaxed as I watch him gaze intently down at where my lips are wrapped around his cock. When he leans forward and starts playing with my nub I’m almost as lost in the building pleasure as he is.

Without warning he pulls himself from my mouth and takes a step back. When I’ve righted myself and am sitting on top of the counter again, I give him a questioning gaze.

He’s stroking himself and studying my very naked body.

“That was fucking hot, but if we go any longer I’m not going to last. I’ve got plans for that pussy and they involve my cock being inside it for a while.”

I grin. “I have an IUD,” I say, wanting nothing between us.

“Perfect.”

He winks, picks me up and deposits me on the kitchen table. He controls every move from how far apart my legs are to exactly where he wants my ass at the edge.

When he pushes inside me, my stomach contracts from the sheer pleasure of the feel of me stretching around him. I want him to delve deeper. I want him to push harder. I want to feel every pent-up emotion of want grow inside of him.

There’s no slow and romantic rhythm this time around. The way he takes me is hard and uncontrolled and fierce. The crumbs from dinner itch underneath my back, but I don’t care. I don’t focus on that. I can’t when I see the expression of need and ownership on his face. He’s biting his bottom lip and he’s staring down between my legs at where he’s entering me.

After a minute, his gaze shifts to my tits and lastly my eyes. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”

He continues his assault on my body, moving in and out of me at a rapid-fire pace and circling his hips. I grip the edge of the kitchen table to keep from sliding back. His fingertips dig into my thighs and though it’s a little painful it makes me even hotter for him. So much so that the second he places his thumb on my engorged clit I go off. I cry out and buck up underneath him and in the midst of this Vance pulls out, jerks himself a few times and his hot cum coats the top of my pussy.

“Mommy?”

We both freeze, wide-eyed.

“Payne, it’s time for bed.” I inhale a deep breath.

“I heard noises. What are you guys doing?”

The one good thing is I know he’s upstairs since I put the baby gate across when I came down.

I shoot Vance a ‘help me out here’ look.

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