Page 34 of Joint Custody

Now I didn’t have to imagine it, I knew what she looked like when she came because I made her come, from teasing her hole, promising myself not to enter her with anything, not my fingers, not my tongue, not my dick because in some dumb part of my brain I thought that I would be able to get away with saying that I didn’t have sex with her. That part of my brain was telling me to walk away with the knowledge and memory that I got to touch her, I got to taste her lips and feel her nipples against my tongue. Oh, fuck. I shook a little.

As I closed my eyes, feeling our hips gyrating against each other, I kept replaying every gasping sound she made as my lips brushed against her skin, my tongue darted out to tease her nerves, and even when I so much as fucking breathed too close to her. I wasn’t the only one going the fuck out of my mind with need and desire here. She wanted me just as much, holding me hostage with her legs.

My hooded dick warmed as pre-cum leaked from it, slipping against my boxers. It was so fucking hard, man. I’d fucked some sexy ass women, and I couldn’t remember the last time my dick was this hard. She was sopping wet for me, and I was standing here torturing us both by withholding from each other what we wanted. I was insane.

My heart pounded with the decisions and the potential consequences bouncing around in my brain. Chris could kill me when he found out. I may have to uproot my entire life and relocate to keep this secret because something told me that one night with Tiffany wouldn’t be enough, even though a part of me thought that it might. And maybe it was the fact that my fucking balls were about to explode that made me feel like I’d never be able to get enough of her to fulfill this need within me, reduce the ache of lust.

Perhaps all I needed to do was bust a nut and the idea of it would no longer be this forbidden thing hanging over my head, following me around, haunting me, taunting me that I couldn’t have it. If that was all it would take, then sure, I was a lawyer, I’ve argued many cases, gotten fucking criminals off the damn hook, I was sure that I would be able to figure out a way to hide this from Chris. Right? As long as it wouldn’t ever happen again, I could continue my life here as if it never happened to begin with.

She kissed my neck, and I groaned against the need to spread her legs and find a reason to permit myself to fuck her. As I groaned at the loudness in my head and tension in my chest, she kissed my cheek.

“Stop holding back,” she whispered, before digging her fingers into my hair and kissing me. I sighed. I loved the way her nails moved against my scalp.

Fuck it.

I wasn’t going to find a reason to allow myself to do this and somewhat make it okay. I knew that it wasn’t okay to fuck my best friend’s twenty-one-year-old little sister straight out of college when I was nearly forty. Not because she wasn’t legal, but because her brother wouldn’t approve and he was my best friend.

If I had a fucking sister, I wouldn’t want Chris, Mario, or Jared anywhere near her and again, that wasn’t because they weren’t great people. I didn’t want to think about any of my fucking best friends who I’d seen at their best and worst, how they’d been with other women, breaking their hearts, turning around and fucking my little sister who was just getting her life started. Only to leave her heart broken as they went ahead and lived their old ass lives as usual even if shewasold enough to make her own decisions. I’d want to beat the shit out of them. So I got it. But fuck, she wasn’tmytwenty-one-year-old little sister,thank fuck.

And with her bare breasts, bouncing off and on my chest as she rubbed herself against me, creating maddening friction, and as my fingers hooked around the waist of her panties, I’d reached the breaking point.

Fuck it, man.

Listen, I didn’t know whether this would happen again; whether this was a one off so I couldn’t come up with some kind of fucking plan on the spot to figure out how I was going to hide it from Chris. I couldn’t tell the fucking future.

All I knew was what was happening before me, now, as I trailed my finger along her waistband and beneath the black lace to rest in the puddle there as she gasped and breathed against my neck her desire for me to keep going. The only fucking thing I could spare a brain cell to focus on was this very moment as I thought about my very hard throbbing dick, replacing my finger at her center, entering into the warm spa of her vagina as I massaged the fuck out of it.

Tomorrow would have its consequences, I knew that. But fuck, tomorrow wasn’t even promised. I was alive now. She was alive now. We were here, sharing this experience now, and I was not about to walk away from it. I knew it was convenient for me to think that way. When tomorrow came, I’d take the beatings of tomorrow. But her red hair flowing over her shoulders, skimming over the top of her breasts, her freckled milky skin with a hint of orange undertones, her much brighter pink nipples, and her dripping wet pussy felt worth it, in the moment. Maybe in the morning if I ended up lying on the floor after Chris beat my brains from my head, I’d think otherwise, but now?

I began to lay her backward on the files of papers that we were going to have to work like hell to reorganize, and she nodded her approval in desperation. Her bare breasts pointed toward the ceiling along with her knees as she took her time to open her legs before me, and I felt a wave of energy shoot through my spine at the sight of her, and the knowledge that I was about to remove my own dumb barriers, stepping first out of my boxers, before pulling her panties over her legs and flinging them across the room.

She shook in anticipation as I spread her legs wider and spotted her red tuft of hair. I tugged on it, just like she did my chest hair, and I used it to pull her pussy upward so I could see it in its splendor before spitting between her legs and rubbing it with my fingers as I bit my lip.

“I want to taste you so bad,” I said, but I didn’t know if she heard me as she tossed her head about.

I wasn’t sure who her lover was before me, and it clawed me within because her pussy looked so fucking sweet. So plump from desire, almost red from the blood that rushed there. Damn, it looked so fucking good, I was salivating. I leaned over her as I put two fingers inside of her, hearing her loud, sexy moan that came from the back of her throat as I jutted soft repetitive pressure against her tight fucking sweet hole.

It was driving me crazy watching her tongue dart out of her mouth to touch the top of her teeth as she rocked her hips against my hand.

“Mm. Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said, hurrying to suck her already tender nipples. They’d met my mouth before, red and full, staring at me. But they’d never met my tongue as I finger-banged her, bringing her to her next orgasm before I decided to fuck it all to the wind and dip my mouth at her center after I tasted the sweetness of her from my fingers.

Her moan grew deeper as she began to gasp. “Thank you, thank you, oh fucking, thank you!” she yelled, and as I looked up, she had her arms gripping either side of the desk as her chest heaved. That made me crazy. I sounded like a lawn mower, sucking and tugging on that pussy with all the strength I had in my jaw and tongue, so fine with passing out as I used up the air in my lungs.

She went silent. Her eyes turned over inside her head and her chest and abdomen arched before she started to grind the fuck out of my mouth.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes,” she said in quick repetition that increased and lowered in pitch. “Yes!” She let out a resounding one followed by short sobs.

I grunted, pulling my mouth from her pussy and climbing over her like an animal, settling myself between her legs, rubbing my dick against her clit as I leaned over to take her mouth with mine. She grabbed my back as if in a panic. It was as if she would freak out if I didn’t put it in. Fuck, the taste of her on my tongue was just as sweet as I’d imagined, and with the way she was freaking out right now, I knew it would all be over too soon if I plunged myself into her.

“What is it that you want?” I asked.

“You! Inside me, now!” Her breathing was growing more and more impatient.

“Yeah? Is that what you want?” I grinned.

She sobbed. “Yes, please, I beg you,” she said.

I kissed her, sucking the fuck out of her tongue before cupping her cheeks so that her gasping mouth stayed open, and I began to back up off the desk, leading her with me, pulling her forward with a soft hand still gripping her jaw.

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