Page 19 of Deceitful Dreams

I want to snap and ask if he wants alone time with my mom, but I swallow down the petty bitch inside me. Smiling, I turn to face him and I lift my shirt to flash him my tits before walking backward to my bed.

His eyes widen and his nostrils flare as his attention stays on my breasts.

“Or you could stay up here. You haven’t tried to fuck these yet,” I say.

“Are you guys up there?” My mom’s shrill voice calls from downstairs, and I drop my shirt, rolling my eyes.

Wyatt rubs his palm over his mouth and shakes his head. “Fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought.”

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My door opens silently, only the light from the hallway flashing in before it’s closed. His footsteps are muted as he makes his way to my bed.

My heart pangs in my chest as he climbs onto my mattress and settles in behind me.

“Baby? You awake?” Wyatt asks quietly. His lips skim my neck, and I shiver.

“I’m mad at you,” I whisper back. My mom was all over him at dinner. She found every excuse to rub his arm, or to pat his thigh or run her fingers through his hair. She even stole a kiss or two. However, after the second time, Wyatt told her to cool it on the PDA.

He squeezes me tighter towards him, his hand sliding under my shirt and up to palm my breast. “I tried, Sophie. I could only push her away so many times.”

I know what he’s saying is logical. But logic isn’t controlling my brain right now. “Did you sleep with her?”

He pinches my nipples, and I jerk, pressing my ass against his hard cock by accident. “No. I told her I was tired from the drive. I came in here the minute she fell asleep.”

Relief surges through me, and I hate myself for it. I squirm in his hold as he plays with my tits, my thighs rubbing together.

“I need you,” I tell him with a defeated sigh.

Wyatt abandons my breast to slide down and realizes I don’t have any underwear on. I usually sleep in an oversized t-shirt at home.

His fingers glide down my center, pushing into my aching hole.

“Have you been playing with yourself? You’re already so wet.”

“No, I’ve been waiting for you,” I admit reluctantly.

Wyatt’s ragged breath is rough in my ear, and his forehead rests on my neck. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.”

A flare of annoyance boils in my chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t be.”

He stiffens. “What?”

“Maybe, I should go be good for someone else. Someone who isn’t married,” I spit out, my heart going off erratically as I finish. I don’t actually believe it, but I’m mad and irritated. And a little put off that he snuck into my room in the middle of the night like we’re some dirty secret.

His fingers dig into me, biting into my skin with how hard he’s gripping me. The rapid rise and fall of his chest brushing against my back and quick huffs of air tell me he’s pissed. “Tell me if you don’t want to be with me right now, Sophie. I’m still leaving Mary either way, but I’ll be damned if I have to let you go too.”

Something inside me aches. “I do want to be with you— I just…” I trail off unsure how to convey how I feel.

He turns me onto my back, crawling over me. Wyatt pushes my legs apart, settling his hips between them as he shoves his sweats down and pulls out his hard cock.

“I don’t know how else to convince you that I want to be with you. I know I’m married and this isn’t ideal, but I only want you,” he says. He slides the tip of his dick along my slick folds, bumping my swollen clit as I gasp.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter.

He pushes inside me with a quick thrust and leans down to kiss me. I tangle my fingers into his hair, rocking my hips against his pelvis. Each drag of his cock out and each stroke in makes a fire build in my stomach. Wyatt grips my knee, hitching my leg higher over his waist as he rests his weight on his palm near my head and grinds against me.

“I love you,” he whispers on my lips. My heart leaps and I squeeze my eyes shut. He doesn’t wait for a response as he keeps fucking me, his ragged breaths fanning across my face as he pants with the increasing speed of his thrusts.

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