Page 8 of Payback, Penelope

“I used to dream that if I were your stepson, I’d sneak into your bedroom when you were asleep and Daniel—Dad—was out of town.” He thumbs the corner of my quilt, and my heart slams into my ribs. “I’d slide under the covers and cuddle you all night so you wouldn’t be alone, Mama.”

Chapter 5

Jacob

I meant to do the right thing and leave as soon as I closed Penelope into the bathroom, fighting my impulse to barge back inside, push her back against the white subway-tiled shower wall, and drop to my knees to eat her clean pussy. Make her scream my name and beg for more.

I meant to stuff myself onto her two-seater cream couch so she’d be the first thing I’d see when I opened my eyes in the morning—sober, sleepy-eyed, and ripe for the taking. But the chance to go through her dresser drawers and pocket one of her panties to jack off into later was too enticing to resist. I couldn’t make myself leave after I came across her bridal-white lingerie any more than I can leave her now.

I didn’t mean to spill one of my darkest secrets, but I’m hardly in control of myself. My actions. My attraction. My obsession. Seeing Penelope in her lingerie, having caught a glimpse of her hard nipples that I desperately want to know the color and size of, cozy and in bed like one of my fantasies, draws me closer to her bed.

I kick off my black dress shoes but leave my clothes on lest I’m tempted even more to do thewrongthing. She doesn’t balk when I pull back her quilt and slide in bed next to her.She’s on her back, breath turning choppy, and I nudge her side, encouraging her to roll over, facing away from me. I drape my arm over the dip in her waist, resting my palm over her racing heart after brushing her breast with my fingertips.

She audibly gulps. “What are you doing?”

Summoning my fantasy, I smile in the dark. “Shhh, take a deep breath and relax. We’re just going to cuddle.”

“You want to…cuddle? Not…”

“Mmhmm,” I hum and bend my knees behind hers. She smells delicious, like warm vanilla. The first thing I’ll do when I leave—whenever that is—is load up on the scent. Candles, lotion, a wax warmer of my own, and one of those hanging air fresheners for my car. Fill my life and lungs with her scent. It’ll drive me mad, but it’ll be worth it to feel like she’s always with me.

After nearly ten minutes of quietly humming in her ear, according to the small digital clock on her nightstand, her racing heart finally slows. With a contented sigh, she says, “This is lovely.”

“Shhh. Sleep now, Mama.”

She takes one stuttered breath before asking, “That’s why…It’s the stepson thing—the reason you call me ‘Mama’.”

“Mmhmm. Go to sleep.”

Surprisingly, she does after another seven minutes. But I don’t. I try to, but we’ve traded places. My heart beats faster instead of slower with anticipation. I count each of her slow exhales for another hour, making sure she’s sleeping deeply before angling my hips back and unzipping my pants. I can’t stop myself now that I finally have her like I’ve always wanted. Pulling my hard dick out, I spit in my palm, then stroke my shaft a few times so it’s nice and wet in case she isn’t.

I pinch the hem of her lingerie and pull it up over her rounded hip, moaning with longing when my fingertips makecontact with her bare asscheek. So soft and plush enough to dig my fingers into if I were to get rough with her. Caressing her skin lazily, I let my fingertips drift between her cheeks and stumble over the thin strip of her thong.

Sometimes, Penelope is completely bare in my daydreams, hoping and waiting for me to join her in bed. In others, she’s fully clothed, and I have the pleasure of stripping her in her sleep. Each scenario is equally as sexy. But in real life? Dragging her thong to the side after following the fabric down to her pussy? It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.

Parting her shaved, smooth pussy lips with my index and middle finger, I dip between them to feel how wet she is. She’s not drenched like she needs to be, but she’s not dry either, which will lessen the pain of taking my size. That and the slow and steady way I intend to stretch her walls an inch at a time.

I spit in my palm once more, then part her lips and line my cock up to her opening. With an excruciatingly slow thrust forward, I enter her. I can only fit the fat, swollen tip for now, and yet it’s more pleasurable than sinking half my cock inside the college coeds I was regrettably with back when I was trying to move on with my life without her.

“Oh, Mama,” I moan gutturally, immediately clamping my lips together. Holding my breath so I don’t wake her, I pump half an inch in and out so her pussy won’t tear, giving it time to adjust to take more of me.

It’s when I get lost in the pleasure of being inside her heat a few minutes later, sinking at least four or five inches into her with one thrust, that she comes awake with a gasp and jerk of her hips.

“What are you—you’re—Jacob!” She lifts her top leg and tries to roll forward onto her stomach, but I band my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest while I hold still so I don’t fuck the rest of my length into her with one savage thrust.

“Shh, go back to sleep, Mama,” I whisper, wanting to see how she’ll react to the term now that she’s awake with my cock inside her.

She whimpers. “I-I—this is…wrong.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong, Mama. It’s what we both want.”

“But you’re—”

“Making sure my Mama doesn’t have to sleep alone while Dad is out of town.” I hold my breath, waiting to see if she’ll scream at me and lunge out of bed to call the cops or if she’ll give into the fantasy. I release a long moan when she drops her leg and loosens the rigidity of her muscles. “There you go, Mama. You’re going to get such a good night’s sleep with your stepson beside you. You take such good care of me, it’s time I take care of you.”

Penelope doesn’t so much as twitch when I give her the words that have featured in every single bedtime fantasy I’ve had of her. Most of the time, it’s the only thing that keeps me going night after night spent without her in my arms in real life. But I don’t have to settle for just the thought of her any longer.

My cock spits pre-cum as I watch the clock, straining to remain still. After fifteen minutes, when her breathing evens out again, I wonder if she’s truly asleep or if she’s only pretending. Either way, I give her long, deep, torturously slow thrusts so I don’t jostle her until I’m fully seated inside the only woman I have ever wanted.

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