Page 84 of Married with Mayhem

She cracks up. “I’m so glad you feel that way, considering what I did toyourpillow.”

Hold on. HOLD THE FUCK ON.

“What does that mean?” I ask, although my dick has decided it means something good.

Gradually, she quits giggling. “It means that I had a lot of fun getting myself off when I slept in your bed.”

Holy shit.My cock swells to mammoth proportions.

“You did not,” I pant, struck with sudden dizziness, scarcely able to form a coherent thought.

“I sure did,” she says cheerfully. “And your pillow was a very willing accomplice.”

I can’t speak. I’ve been rendered catatonic by the mental image of Sabrina fingering her pussy in my bed and then humping my pillow.

“Did I finally shut you up, Monte?” She clucks her tongue. “Seems like I won.”

“I just needed to catch my breath,” I say. “I’m still in the game.”

That’s not what Sabrina wants to hear. She decides to make an offensive move by lurching sideways and falling into my lap.

Got to give her credit. I’m still flat on my back and sort of stunned when she shows off enough flexibility to lock her knees on either side of my waist and clap both hands over my mouth.

“You lose,” she says in a sweet singsong.

I beg to fucking differ.

This is already so good it might be a dream. But dreams, even erotic ones, aren’t vivid enough to include the feel of her soft, creamy thighs spread out on my bare stomach. Her hands smell like cherry-scented lotion.

This is real. She’s here. On top of me. Open for me.

And she’s not wearing shorts. All she has on beneath that loose-fitting nightshirt are some flimsy panties as she sitsinches away from my cock, which is now one twitch away from exploding. I’ve got to get a grip or this is going to be a hell of a short party.

Gently, I take her hand away from my mouth. A tremor moves through her, like maybe she just fully realized what kind of position she’s put herself in. Instead of cringing away, she stays put but freezes at the sound of slow, shuffling footsteps in the hallway.

A shadow interrupts the strip of light beneath the door. Sabrina’s mother hums an unknown song as she passes the room and moves down the hall. The light switches off and Sabrina exhales.

My hands surround her waist. My cock is hard enough to hammer a nail into concrete. But she doesn’t leave, doesn’t resist.

“And you win,” I whisper and slide her down past my belly until she’s able to feel every rock hard inch that’s aching to invade her soft body.

I don’t know what she was expecting but she sucks in a sharp breath of surprise. My cock strains to escape my shorts and presses into the tight seam shielded only by her panties.

Go slow with her. Slow, motherfucker, SLOW!

This can’t go too far, not tonight, not the first time she lets me touch her.

But going slow is a tough sell when this feels so insane. Gritting my teeth, I struggle to keep my head together while every natural instinct demands more.

Sabrina breathes deeply, shakily. But she doesn’t climb off and roll away, not even close.

Her palms flatten on my chest and she moves her hips. Timidly the first time. With more confidence the second time.

“Oh, god,” she moans softly as she grinds on my cock.

This is absolutely happening. She wants to get off. Sheneedsto get off. I have a new job now; make sure she comes so hard she’ll unravel.

With my hands still on her hips, I keep her where I want her as I push against her panties. The soft noise she makes in response nearly obliterates me. Her thighs clench with every rub of her pussy. She’s loving this. I’d bet my right eye that those panties are already soaking wet.

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