Page 48 of Yearn
“You’re so nasty.”
“Because you’re so fucking sexy. All I do is think about how much I want to fuck you—”
“Damn.” Her eyes widened in shock at my confession.
“Ever since I signed the lease, I wanted to lick your pussy. I tried to deny it, but now I know.”
“You want to lick this pussy, baby?”
“God yes.”
Then, a sound came from upstairs. “Mommy!”
We froze.
Fuck. No. Please no. Not right now.
From the ceiling, small feet pattered.
Then Oliver’s voice rang out, clear and proud. “Mommy, we finished brushing our teeth. We’re ready for the story!”
The world dropped back into place like a trap.
Goddamn it!!!!
While I cared for Oliver very deeply, in this moment I wanted to scream curses at him.
Oliver, read the book yourself and let me fuck your mommy tonight.
“Mommy!” Oliver yelled some more. “Where are you?!”
Teyonah’s eyes flew wide. We were still fused together, breath mingling, hearts a mess. For one wild second neither of us moved—like the apartment itself begged for one more kiss, one more bad decision.
She swallowed and let go of my cock. “I—”
“No. . .”
Her voice cracked. “I have to—”
“I know.”
Still, I didn’t let go of her.
Not yet.
I kissed her one more time, deep and slow.
“Mommy?!”
Come on, Oliver. Give us a break.
I stepped back and then helped her off the table. I didn’t even attempt to get my towel off the floor. My length remained bulging and erect between us.
Straightening her pajamas, she glanced down at my cock, looked up, and then blinked. “I’ll uh. . .see you. . .again. . .”
“You’re so damn sexy. Come back tonight. I want to fuck you.”
She stared at me. “What?”
