Page 41 of One Night Seduction

Irritation flickers through me as I force my cock back down her throat and hold her in place. She gags and gasps, but I’m not giving her room to speak again. She’s fucking ruining this fantasy for me. Holding her head in place so all I see is her long hair, I begin violently face fucking her, replaying all of Arianna’s soft little moans, the way her body responded to my touch. How she was so goddamn obedient for me. The perfect little Sub. My Sub.

One mental image of her smiling up at me like I hung the moon, and I lose it. My cock throbs as I feel myself come hard. The mouth wrapped around me tries to swallow it all but struggles and pulls away. I grab my cock, stroking myself to get every last bit of orgasm out of this. The delusion is gone. Arianna wouldn’t have wasted a drop. She would have stayed on her knees and asked me for more.

Instead, Kelly lifts up her skirt, revealing a pair of crotchless panties as she sits up on the edge of the pool table and spreads her legs. Her pussy opens up, and I look down at it for a moment. She is literally serving herself up to me on a silver platter.

My hand reaches out, tracing a finger down her slit before pausing at her cunt. She’s leaking all over the felt of the pool table, and her breathy moans fill the room even though I’m barely touching her. Slowly, I push inside her wet cunt. She moans like a porn star as I pull out, adding another finger.

“Fuck! Logan!”

Her voice irritates me. It’s not the sound I want to hear, but I do my best to block it out, my cock hardening again as I close my eyes and imagine it’s Arianna I’m playing with, that it’s her who wants me so desperately. Pulling my fingers out of her, she reaches down, spreading herself open. Running my hand over my cock, I keep my eyes closed, that beautiful face still firmly in my mind before I open them.

Fucking Kelly isn’t exactly a hardship. She broke my trust, broke our marriage, and I’d never be willing to take her back. But at this moment, none of that matters. Right now, I just want to stop thinking about her daughter for two goddamn minutes. So, I push inside.

Kelly moans as I thrust my cock into her, holding her in place as she squirms. Gripping her hips tightly, I begin slowlyfucking her. She shouts and groans her pleasure to the point of annoyance.

“Quiet,” I snap.

“I don’t want to,” she whines as she begins rubbing her clit.

That’s the problem with Kelly. She was never a good Sub, never much of a Sub at all. She was and still is a brat, through and through. Outside of the occasional moments, I’ve never cared too much for brats. Which is still confusing to me how I ended up with her for so long, let alone married to her. I’m going to chalk it up to a midlife crisis. Or maybe this infatuation with my ex-wife’s daughter is my midlife crisis. Either way.

Fuck. Is it seriously so impossible to get her off my mind? Even when I’m literally inside her mother? Goddamnit, that statement itself is disgusting. I’m disgusting, this whole situation is fucked. Yet, here I am, fucking my ex as memories of her daughter’s bare pussy flash in my mind.

I’m not just gonna burn in hell, I’ll be incinerated on day one.

And I deserve it.

Slumping over her, I bury my face into her hair so I don’t have to look at her as I snap my hips violently. Her body begins to convulse beneath me, and I keep her body pressed as close as possible as her pussy spasms around me.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Logan!” Kelly screams.

It hinders my orgasm for a moment, but I’m able to get it back as I fall over the edge. Pleasure washes over me as I do, tipping my head back as I enjoy the last few moments of pleasure before I lift my head. When my eyes open, though, I freeze. The door wasn’t shut all the way when Tom and Marissa left, and there, standing in the open sliver of the doorway, is a wide-eyed Arianna. Her mouth is parted, her face near gaunt as she stares at me.

Guilt rips through me as I attempt to shield us and makemyself decent. How decent can I be when she just caught me raw fucking her mom against a pool table and filling her with my cum? My cock is still inside her for Christ’s sake.

By the time I manage to get my pants up and cock tucked away, Arianna’s gone. I thought it would feel good to fuck someone else, maybe set me free from this weird hold she seems to have on me. Now, I’m just left here feeling guilty for something I shouldn’t and ashamed when I should feel anything but.

Right?

Regardless if I’m right or wrong, I feel like a cold bucket of water has been dumped over me, and suddenly, my buzz is gone, and I’m left feeling stone cold sober.

“That was amazing.” Kelly smiles as she leans up. “Grab me a napkin?” she says as she points to the stack of napkins on the wet bar.

I grab a stack of them, allowing her to clean herself before she winds her arm around my neck, dragging me to her. Her lips are on mine before I can stop her. Why should I, though? I’m a grown man. I’m single. I can fuck and kiss whoever I want. God knows Arianna is. With my little fucking brother of all people. If I want to make out with my ex-wife, that’s my business.

Kelly’s lips attempt to pull me in, and I hesitate for a moment before allowing it. She drags her body against me as our tongues tangle together, and I take control of the kiss. She melts into my touch as I lift her up into my arms, pinning her against the wall. Throwing her head back, I feel her pussy attempting to grind against me through my jeans as she moans.

“I’ve missed you so much, Logan,” she whimpers against me.

I pull my lips from hers, peppering her neck with kisses as I attempt to fully invest in this moment. When I pull back, I look at her, truly look at her. There was a part of me that thought Iloved her, that might always care for her. I can’t tell her that I’ve missed her too, though. So, instead, I kiss her.

She’s the one to pull away this time, her voice softening as she speaks.

“I know I have a lot to make up for, and I’m going to do it if you’ll let me. No expectations, and after this week is over, if you never want to see me again, I’ll accept it. Just don’t shut me out until then, okay? I need more of this, more of you.”

Her hold on me is ironclad, like she can keep me if she holds on tightly enough. I mull over her words, wondering if there is a downside. I chose to put myself in this position, not knowing I’d have to spend a week watching from the sidelines as my little brother mauls my newest obsession. I knew I’d have to fend off Kelly and even expected it to continue long after we leave. She’s giving me an out here, though. A week of casual, no strings attached fun and a hefty distraction from the one thing I want and can’t have, with no promise to continue if I don’t want it to.

If there is a downside, I’m not seeing it.

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