Page 39 of Your Pucking Mom

His gaze was intense as he studied me and reached for the hem of my sweater. To examine the bruise properly, though, I’d have to lower my pants.

“Let me check if you’re okay,” he murmured, desire lacing his words.

I lifted my butt, and his rough hands peeled down one side of my leggings, revealing my black lace thong.

A growl escaped him at the sight, but I closed my eyes, focusing on his touch. “Did you wear these for me, Sunshine? Hoping for seconds so I can finish what I started?”

No.Please don’t say these things to me.I couldn’t cross this line.

“The team…” I managed to say in the most professional voice I could muster, but it came out raspier than I’d intended.

“Fuck them,” he whispered. “Can I see where you got hurt?”

I still wasn’t able to look, so I just nodded. “Give me permission to pull these down, Sunshine. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please.” His demeanor was so reassuring and safe it was almost intoxicating, causing me to dissolve into a puddle.

He pulled off my pants, taking my thong with them. I gripped his hair to stabilize myself as he rubbed the spot.

“This is just going to leave a bruise tomorrow. Keep some ice on it, but you should live.”

I nodded.

“Now this, Sunshine,” he mused and grabbed my thighs, pulling my legs apart, “this is something we need to take care of.”

Before I had time to object, his fingers swiped my folds. When he lifted his hands, they glistened in the fluorescent lighting.

“I-I-we-we can’t,” I said, but that heady feeling from yesterday swam back to me.

“One taste?” he begged, pulling my thighs as far as the leggings puddled around my ankles would allow.

I would be divorcing my vibrators immediately; none of them could bring the same feeling Ledger’s thick hands brought or the feeling of his breath on my pussy. The man was sitting on his knees begging to lick at me.

I thought sucking his cock on a random Tuesday would be the party story I told for years to come, but this would win.

“Please…” I pleaded.

The corners of his lips twisted into a smile. “Please, what?”

“Taste me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered before pressing his mouth against my throbbing and desperate cunt. I stood over him as he carefully shifted, positioning my feet on his thighs. My hands tangled in his long black hair while my head fell back, letting sheer bliss wash over me.

Every ounce of tension in my body melted away, and I became his entirely as his tongue explored every inch of my pussy. I’d never experienced anything like this before. No man had ever touched me so intimately, but in that moment, I knew what heaven was, and I never wanted to leave.

“Like fucking honey.” Ledger moaned against my drenched core. Desperation consumed me as he used his tongue in ways I never imagined possible. I clenched atop him. I was reaching a point where there was no looking back.

We were a symphony of moans and groans as he fucked me with his mouth. Shamelessly, I dug my heels into his thick thighs and bucked my hips.

As if he understood, he grasped my thighs and thrust his tongue against my clit. I wailed, not a care in the world, because I was so close stars were bursting in my periphery. It was an out-of-body experience, and Ledger was?—

“Mom? Are you in here? I heard you got hurt?”

Well, if that didn’t kill my mood…I jumped off Ledger, panic masking the blue balls I was giving to myself. “No.”

I was frantic and leaking down my thighs, and I couldn’t think about the painful ache, the fullness I was still feeling, and then the abrupt emptiness when he pulled out. I needed to make myself presentable before my son walked into the locker room with his captain’s tongue on me and my head back in undulating joy.

“Hold on, Austin. Just getting an ice pack,” I said, coughing to make my tone more normal.

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