Page 178 of Yearn
The tempo of our bodies echoed.
"Tell me again who this pussy belongs to, Mommy."
“You.”
“Me?”
"Yes, baby.”
My eyes flicked to the window.
Mrs. Patterson's silhouette continued to be visible against the faint glow from deeper in her house. She stood close to the glass, one hand braced against the window frame.
The other hand. . .
I couldn't see details, but I didn't need to. The rhythmic movement of her shoulder, the way her head tilted back slightly, the stillness everywhere except that one arm.
She was touching herself.
The pious neighbor.
The judgmental observer.
Reduced to maddening horniness.
The power of it—of being watched, of being the catalyst for her forbidden pleasure—sent blissful lust through my body.
Then, I heard a heavy creak on the stairs and looked that way, still pumping my cock into Teyonah’s wet, warm pussy and loving every thrust.
And what do we have here?
Groaning, I focused my view to the staircase.
The darkness beyond loomed ominously, threatening to burst forth with an unwanted presence at any moment.
Scott's presence.
But the taste of danger fueled my arousal, making everything more intense.
More intoxicating.
With every push inside her, I growled, "Who's your Good Boy, Mommy?"
"You are, Dominic."
I played with those nipples as I fucked her. "Tell me what my cock does to you."
"It. . .makes me. . .crazy.”
“Fuck yeah.”
I moved my hands from her breasts and gripped her hips, keeping her steady even as the table continued its violent dance beneath us. "That's because your body knows it's mine. It hungers for me as much as I hunger for you."
“Y-yes.”
A possessive, savage growl rumbled in my throat.
Another creak sounded.
