Page 9 of Payback, Penelope

I’m exceptionally pleased and proud that not even a whimper of pain has crossed her lips as she takes my entire length and girth, which no one has been able to do ‘til now. It’s undeniable—Penelope’s pussy was made for me, and I deeply regret not saving my virginity for her. For not doing more to find her sooner.

Keeping the same steady pace, I make slow and sweet love to Penelope, my nuts tightening at the wet sound her incredible pussy makes when I bury myself time and time again. It’s so unbelievably erotic that I can’t hold back any longer. I drive into her, the front of my thighs clapping against the back of hers, and I curse myself for not undressing.

And still, Penelope doesn’t move! Doesn’t utter a single sound. There’s no way she can still be asleep if she did, in fact, find a way to do so with half my dick stretching the limits of her pussy. She doesn’t arch her back, lock her muscles, or roll her hips. She swallows every brutal inch beautifully, and I let more of my sick thoughts spill from between my lips.

“Oh fuck, Mama. Your pussy is juicing and taking all of your stepson’s cock. Who’s cock is fatter, longer, better? Mine or Dad’s? I bet it’s mine. He can’t even get hard at his age, yeah? Bet you can barely feel him and never cum, even when he pops his pills. Have you been dreaming of being with me like I’ve been dreaming of you all these years?”

Penelope

Keeping my mouth shut and my body lax is physically just about the most difficult thing I’ve ever tried to do when what I want is to roll Jacob over and ride him like a bull at the Rodeo. My musings about his dick possibly being proportionate to his size have been gloriously confirmed, and I’m almost frightened—and excited—by how much it’s going to destroy my pussy.

Not once have I ever thought about Sebastian in any way other than innocent, but the combination of this virile bear of aman referring to himself as mystepsonand to me as hisMamahas struck a match within me and opened my body to take his oversized cock with ease.

Feigning sleepiness in my speech, I play along with his fantasy but answer honestly, “Yours.”

Jacob falls out of rhythm. “My what?”

“Your cock is bigger and better than your dad’s.”

“Fuck yes, Mama,” he hisses, then grips my hip and drives into me, pulling out nearly all the way, then plunging back in, abusing my pussy in a way I’ve never experienced. Jacob is only the fourth man I’ve slept with, and he is by far the largest. This escapade would have been over in less than five minutes with the three I’d been with before him, leaving me deeply unsatisfied and resigned to finishing myself off if I wanted to cum. But Jacob drives my body to a new, mind-blowing level of pleasure.

Now that I no longer have to pretend to be asleep, I reach up and back to grip the nape of Jacob’s neck and arch my body, marginally adjusting the angle of his dick so that his next thrust hits just the right spot inside me, making me scream-sob my pleasure, ready to explode.

“Jacob, oh god! Just like that. I’m going to cum, baby.”

Jacob makes a keening sound like he’s been waiting to hear me say those words his whole life. He rolls me onto my stomach and flattens me under his heavy body, still thrusting into me wildly with my legs pressed together between his. He sweeps my loose hair to one side and presses his face into my neck.

“You have to be quiet, Mama, or Sonya will wake up,” he pleads, desperate for me to keep my voice down. “If she hears us, she’ll tell Dad, and he’ll kick me out.”

I gasp and turn my face into my pillow to muffle my moans. His dirty fantasy is so hot and wrong that my core convulses, squeezing his cock.

“That’s it. That’s perfect. I wish I could hear you scream for me, but I don’t want to get caught.” There’s a long pause when all we hear is the sound of Jacob breathing hard and his pelvis slapping against my ass. Then he switches it up, slowing his thrusts and whispering softly, “I know how much you want a baby.”

I nod into my pillow. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“But Dad won’t give you one.”

I shake my head, tears welling and wetting my pillowcase, and my heart sore in my chest. It was foolish to waste so much time building a life with a man who didn’t share my dreams of the future. He’d already fulfilled his with his ex-wife, and I hurt myself by giving mine up.

Jacob’s cock swells larger inside me. “I don’t have a condom. If I cum inside you, there’s nothing stopping you from getting pregnant. Is that what you want?”

Completely engrossed in the fantasy, losing the ability to separate fiction from reality, I moan, “Oh god, yes!” My belly flutters wildly, my heart beating triple time with hope. “Cum inside me, baby. Please, please.”

“Dad will kick me out for good once you get pregnant, though. He’ll know it’s not his baby. That I’ve been fucking and filling his wife every night while he’s been gone.”

“I’ll leave him. I want a baby more than I want him.”

“You and I can live together after that. We’ll be our own family. I’ll give you as many babies as you want, Mama.”

Not even one brush of my clit, and I cum so hard that I can’t breathe through the explosive pleasure, my head pounding and lungs begging for air as Jacob continues to fuck me through my orgasm.

Jacob lets out a broken roar, trying so hard not to wake his sister as he slams into me one more time and fills me with hiscum—cum that I know hasn’t been altered by a vasectomy and might work its magic this very night.

By this time next month, I could be pregnant. I’ll be forced to admit to Daniel that I cheated on him with his son, but I don’t care, not when he’s the one who cheated first and broke our marriage vows. I don’t care about anything except finally being a mother.

That thought, coupled with the flooding of his warm cum, has me orgasming again, crying into my pillow with joy, on the precipice of my dreams coming true. Jacob rolls us onto our sides with his cock still inside me, preventing his sperm from spilling out.

I weep, envisioning with crystal clarity my life with Jacob and the family we’ll have after this. It’s beautiful.

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