Page 41 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
I’m slamming my cock home when I feel her break again, the garbled cry in the back of her throat making me twitch with my own need.
I pull out to her weak protest and drag her over to one of my guest chairs, then I pull her into my lap with her back against my chest and lift her knees in one hand.
Dragging my cock over her swollen, wet folds, I give myself a new coating before I hitch her upward and press myself into her ass.
Avery’s sharp intake of breath has me reminding her to relax. And the moment she does, I slide in, stretching her ass wide while pinning her knees together. It makes her even tighter for me.
I don’t relent, picking up where I left off, ramming myself into her at an unrelenting pace until her head lolls back and her body slumps. How she forfeits control is mesmerizing.
“You like having your ass fucked?”
She whimpers. “Mmm-hmm.”
It’s not enough for me, though. I cinch her knees tight in one arm and reach down to stroke her dripping pussy. My thumb finds her sensitive nub as I shove two fingers into her.
The way her body responds steals my breath. I nuzzle her neck, behind her ear, darting my tongue out against that delicate spot. I enjoy the way it makes her writhe over me.
When she comes for me again, I still my fingers, keeping them buried inside her to maintain my hold and pound the ever living shit out of her ass until my own orgasm creeps along the base of my spine and spills my cum inside her.
Like a flashing bulb, everything turns bright then leaves the room dark as we recover. I’m still nudging the base of my cock against her ass, the pressure making her twitch and wiggle and moan.
God, she can take so much more, but we don’t have the luxury of time.
An unbidden thought takes over, and I let it slip. “I wish I had a plug for that sweet little asshole so I could make you walk around the rest of the day with my cum inside you.”
Her soft, hysterical laughter has me tightening my grip on her pussy. “I guess you’d better invest in one, then. Unless that was what you put in that pretty purple box you gave me.”
I nudge her with my nose. “You didn’t open it?”
“No. It’s still in the lab, abandoned to Laurel and her need to take me down a peg.”
That admission has my blood churning hotter. Laurel didn’t want me for anything more than a good time and a job when we fucked. I don’t like how she’s using it against me now.
Instead of letting it ruin this moment, I taste Avery’s salty skin. “We should go retrieve it together.”
“To show her it didn’t work?”
“Something like that.” I should think better of that kind of pettiness, but I’m having a hard time with it. “Unless you’d prefer another orgasm to fortify you instead.”
Avery reaches back to tangle her hand in my hair. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
No threat intended, I set to work, fingering her pussy as I stay lodged in her ass. Her orgasm comes so quickly that I aim for two.
20
Avery
The whistle sounds, and Charlie skates to the side of the rink with his fellow teammates as the coach goes over the plays they were running. Hockey season starts next weekend, and my son has dialed into it with intensity.
They’re running drills—passing the puck back and forth, shooting goals, and skating sprints.
It’s pretty monotonous for me, and I’m not friends with any of the other hockey moms since they’re all ten years my senior. So I sit in the middle of the bleachers with a book open on my phone. I feel like I’m slogging through it, but really, it seems like my brain has been slower the last few weeks.
Even though my taste buds have returned to their normal equilibrium, or a new normal, it’s taking me longer to identify ingredients that came to me instantaneously before.
I sigh and set my phone face down in my lap to watch Charlie wait in line before he takes a shot at goal. It goes in the corner—no goalie, of course—and he pumps his fist before returning to the back of the line.
It’s time for a snack to keep my blood sugar up. I’ve already eaten the croissant my father packed for me, so I venture down to the concessions stand to get a diet cola and a pretzel.
