Page 16 of Sinful Temptation

“You're such a tease,” he licks his lips as I am on all fours, my eyes skating over my shoulder as I look at him.

“Only for you,” I nibble on my bottom lip, pussy on show, wet and ready for him.

He kneels up behind me, large hands curled around my hips and he leans across my back, planting hot, wet kisses down my spine before his tongue is buried deep inside of me and my eyes roll in the back of my head. I don't think I will ever get enough of how good he eats pussy.

He may be twenty-two, but no man has ever eaten me like him, no man has ever fucked me like he has.

“Oh god,” my voice trembles, just as he sinks two fingers into my ass and my fingers curl in the bedsheets, my back arching and I know I am about to make a mess all over his tongue.“Keep going,” I pant, widening my legs as he teases his thumb in my pussy, his fingers in my ass and his tongue slipping up and down my drenched pussy, dancing over my clit before it is back in my cunt.“I'm going to...” and I can't even get the words out as I freefall into my orgasm, my legs trembling as I ride out my high, and he doesn't stop, his fingers still buried in my ass and I am a quivering mess.

“I want to fuck your ass so bad,” he pulls his lips from my pussy and plants them on my ass cheeks, kissing and nipping at the skin.

“Then do it,” I whisper.

“I need to fuck your cunt first baby... need to fill you, need to put a baby in you,” he groans, his fingers slipping in and out of my ass with ease.

“Fuck me, I need you... I need more,” and that's all it takes for him to knock the air from my lungs as his cock spears into me, fucking me hard and fast and only when he is deep inside me do I feel his fingers slip from my ass then curl around my hips.

I meet his every thrust, moving my hips back and forth over his cock, the sound of our skin touching as he fucks me like he hates me. One of his hands fists a handful of hair, pulling my head back and I know I am about to shatter over his cock at any minute.

“That’s it, fuck, yeah,” I moan, my back arched as he pounds into the back of me.

This is not what I had envisaged when I said I wanted to find someone to love.

I’m forty.

I’m ready to settle down… but yet I am letting a twenty-two-year old fuck me.

“You like that baby?” his voice causes my skin to prick with goosebumps and I moan at his words, his cock sliding in and out of me with ease.

“Yes,” I whisper, fingers tightening around the bedsheets and lowering my upper body down so my ass is in the air.

“I love fucking you, no other girl has compared to you.”

For his age, he knows how to work my body, knows how to bring me to the brink of my orgasm before letting it shatter me.

But this shouldn’t work.

We should never have crossed that line, yet here I am.

I fell my son’s best friend.

It didn’t matter how much I said it shouldn’t happen, that it couldn’t happen… well, here we are.

Like moths to flames.

Silly, silly, moths.

“Your pussy is tightening, are you getting closeMrs Stanley?” My toes curl, my legs widening as he slips deeper inside of me and just as I am about to implode around his perfect cock, my bedroom door slams open. I turn to see who stands there and I freeze.

It’s my son, Callum, and he has just caught his best friend fucking me into oblivion.

“Baby,” I call out as I scramble away from Ezra and drag the sheet with me, wrapping it around my body, but it’s too late, he has already bolted out the door.

Ezra is sitting wide-eyed on the bed when I finally turn around to look at him, panic laces my face.

“Shit,” I bolt for my bathroom and grab my dressing gown and chase him out the door.

I hear Ezra behind me but I turn and give him a warning look.

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