Page 24 of Payback, Penelope

“In…in here?” he asks when he discovers my small opening. He doesn’t wait for me to answer before thrusting his index finger halfway through.

“Baby,” I moan. “Keep going. I need you.” I’ve all but stopped jacking his cock when he pushes his finger deeper and pumps it in and out. “Two fingers now. Oh god!” I moan louder when he withdraws, then spears me with his index and middle fingers, the two of them pressed together larger than his Dad’s lousy dick.

“Too loud, Mama. We’re going to get caught.” He crushes his lips to mine, and I part my lips for him, easing my tongue inside his mouth in case he’s never kissed anyone before and doesn’t know what to do. It takes him a few seconds before he starts following my lead.

He eventually breaks the kiss with a groan and rocks his hips, fucking my fist to get me started again. When that’s not enough, he removes his fingers and rolls over on top of me, forcing me onmy back with his knees between my thighs. He sits back on his heels and pushes my hem up to my belly button.

“Sometimes it hurts to look at you because you’re so beautiful, Mama.”

I run my hands up my body to cup and squeeze my breasts, my hard nipples in need of attention. His chest rises and falls faster, watching me.

“So are you, baby. So handsome and big and strong. You’re all grown up now. A man.” This next part is a bit tricky, and I have to be careful with my words. I don’t want to scare him off. “Do you know what grown-ups do when they’re in bed together? When they want to do more than just touch each other?”

“They have sex,” he says, followed by a gravelly moan. “Is that what you want to do?”

“Do you?”

“You’d let me put it in you?” He bucks his hips in the air, the veins in his hard cock throbbing. He swirls his two wet fingers around my opening before pushing them inside me.

“Yes, yes, oh god. Right there, baby. That’s where Mama needs you.”

He walks back on his knees and lowers himself on top of me, looking me right in the eye as I help him line the thick head of his cock up to my entrance. I loop my legs around his back, pressing my heels down in encouragement. I clap a hand over my mouth to muffle my scream when he slams his entire length inside me.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. Did I hurt you?”

I cradle the sides of his face and plead against his lips, “No, god, do it again, baby. Just like that.”

He smashes his lips to mine to swallow my scream when he snaps his hips back and thrusts. Dropping his weight onto my belly, he fucks me so hard and fast that I have to turn my head tothe side and bite my fist to suppress the screams trying to force their way out of my chest when I orgasm.

He presses his face into my neck. “Oh god, it’s even tighter. I think I’m gonna cum, Mama. I-I have to stop.” He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders as he pushes off of me, pulling his dick almost all the way out.

I clutch his shoulders and lock my legs. “No! Don’t stop. Cum inside me, baby.”

“But…I’m not wearing a condom. You might get pregnant. That’s what the teacher said in health class.”

“Oh, please, yes! I want a baby so bad. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

His arms shake with the effort to hold still, only his cockhead still lodged inside me. “But it’ll bemybaby. Not Dad’s,” he says with something that sounds like a mix of awe and joy. “We’d have to tell him what we’ve done. If you have my baby…I won’t pretend that I’m their brother. I’ll be their dad and will want to take care of them.” He adds softly, “I want to take care of you too.”

“Yes! That’s what I want, too. Please, please, please, cum inside me. Let me have your baby.”

“Oh, Mama, yes.” Falling on top of me, he thrusts back inside and fucks me with a force that has me cumming once again. He kisses me deeply throughout our mutual orgasms, flooding me with his hot cum.

“Thank you, thank you,” I whisper with a scratchy throat and an arm looped around his shoulders with my hand on the nape of his sweaty neck, enjoying how his cock plugs my pussy so none of his sperm will leak out.

When we’ve recovered, he rolls us onto our sides, yanks my knee up over his waist, then wraps his hand around my back and hugs me tight to his chest. He asks with some disbelief, “You really want to have my baby?”

I cup his cheek and press my lips to his. “Yes. You’re always so sweet and thoughtful, and I know you’ll be an amazing dad. Look how much you’ve already given me.” I squeeze my walls around him, praying his cum works its way deeper inside me and sticks. “I love you so much, and I hope you’ll grow to love me too.”

“I already do. I always have. You know that, don’t you?”

A tear slips down my cheek. “No, I didn’t. I knew you cared for me in some way, but…”

“I love you so damn much, Mama. It kills me watching the way Dad treats you. He doesn’t deserve you. I’ll treat you so much better than he ever—”

“Mommy? Daddy? Are you in here?” Kennedy’s little voice and knock on the door of my craft room, which also serves as our guest room slash playroom, is a record scratch, breaking the scene. Thank fucking god I locked the door, or we would have traumatized her for life. She knocks again, asking why we aren’t in our bedroom.

Jacob and I roll out of bed, righting our clothes. His cum slips down my thighs, and I grab the pack of baby wipes I keep in here for these occasions and clean myself up. My husband unlocks the door and eases it open a crack to tell our now six-year-old daughter, “Go back to bed, sweetie. We’ll be out in just a minute to tuck you in.”

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