Anguish
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Grinning, I do just that.
It’s good to be home.
~*~*~*~
“Mmmm,” I whimper as Mack’s tongue runs up my spine.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs. “You scream, they’ll know what I’m doin’.”
“You’re a rebel.” I giggle softly.
He reaches my neck, presses his lips to it, then with his body curled over mine, he slides his cock inside me.
“You do that without warning.” I gasp. “And I love it.”
“Fuckin’ hot in here. Love just slidin’ in.”
“Fuck me softly, Mack,” I whimper.
“I am, honey.”
“Softer,” I plead.
“Baby.”
I press my face to the pillow, whimpering as he slows down, dragging his cock in and out, torturing me. I can feel my orgasm building, but it’s slow, intense, and I find myself biting my lip as it nears. Mack runs his hands down my back, over my hips, and then he leans back and puts his hands on my ass.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“Mack,” I breathe.
“Come on, baby.”
I’m so close, God, so fucking close . . . then . . .
“Jaylah!”
I freeze. Mack freezes, and I hear my mother’s soft knock at the door.
“No way,” I breathe.
“Shit,” Mack grunts. “That door locked?”
I can’t remember. I scramble, Mack scrambles, and we just make it back into the bed, pulling the covers over us and laying down as if we were sleeping when my mother opens the door. God, the woman has no shame.
“Morning, guys!” she cries happily.
I bite my lip to stop from bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. I lift my head and stare at her. She looks at me, looks to Mack, and her cheeks go bright red.
“Oh, my.”
“Mom, we weren’t—”
“How rude of me to walk in while Mack is making love with my baby.”
Oh. Jesus. She did not just say that.
Mack starts shaking beside me, with laughter, no doubt.
“We were just wakin’ up, Jenna,” Mack assures her.
“Honey,” she says, wagging her finger—yes, wagging her finger. “Nobody wakes up with cheeks as flushed as hers.”
Someone kill me now.
“Mom!” I cry.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” she says casually. “It’s great to have an active—”
“Mom!” I screech. “Stop.”
“Hosh posh,” she scoffs. “Don’t act like a crazy woman with me, young lady.”
“Someone take a gun to my head, right now.”
Mack bursts out laughing, throws his arm around me and pulls me closer. I take the blanket with me. My mother doesn’t need any further confirmation that we were in the middle of a fucking session when she walked in. No one else’s mother would be so casual about it, no; only mine would be. She’s completely nuts.
“Can you leave now?” I cry.
“Right, of course. I’ll let you two finish up.”
Oh. Lord.
“Mother, please stop talking.”
She puts her hands up. “I was just telling you breakfast is ready. I’ll put it in the oven, and you can come when you’re finished. A man like Mack, I imagine won’t be quick.”
Motherfucker.
“Mother!” I cry.
“Right, leaving.”
She rushes out and closes the door. I bury my face into Mack’s chest and he’s still laughing, hard.
“Think I love your mom, honey.”
“Shut up.”
“She’s fuckin’ classic.”
“Be quiet.”
“Great way to kill a boner,” he mutters.
Now I burst out laughing. I sit up and turn to him. “That mean we’re done?”
“Honey, your Mom is no doubt outside listening. We’re done.”
I giggle and climb out of the bed. “Dang. I was so close.”
His hand lashes out and curls around my wrist, tugging me backwards. “You want my mouth?”
Oh, boy.
“Not sure that’ll be any quieter.”
“Lie back.”
“Mack, she’s probably listening.”
He doesn’t listen. He just takes me, flips me to my back and slides underneath the blankets. He doesn’t take his time—no, his mouth is covering my pussy in seconds. I press a pillow to my mouth to stop my cries as he lashes me with his tongue, hard, fast and quick. I need it. He obviously needs it, and we don’t have long. My back arches, he sucks my clit, and then I’m coming. That quick.
I squirm as my body convulses with orgasm.
“Fuck it.”
He slides up my body, takes my leg, throws it over his hip and then he’s inside me. He fucks me hard, his hips thrusting in short, hard bursts. I toss the pillow, curl my hand around his neck, pulling him down, and I kiss him. I kiss him hard, deep, and the movement of our tongues muffles our groans. Minutes later, he’s coming inside me, his hand is over my mouth, and I’m arching with another orgasm.
Bliss.
~*~*~*~
The next two days fly by. Dad takes Mack fishing and I get some much needed girl-time with Mom. When it’s time to leave, I cry. I hate leaving my parents; I don’t see them enough. Maddox called last night and said that he’d found Benito’s location. That meant it was time to leave, and time for Mack to end things with his brother.
It’s good to be home.
~*~*~*~
“Mmmm,” I whimper as Mack’s tongue runs up my spine.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs. “You scream, they’ll know what I’m doin’.”
“You’re a rebel.” I giggle softly.
He reaches my neck, presses his lips to it, then with his body curled over mine, he slides his cock inside me.
“You do that without warning.” I gasp. “And I love it.”
“Fuckin’ hot in here. Love just slidin’ in.”
“Fuck me softly, Mack,” I whimper.
“I am, honey.”
“Softer,” I plead.
“Baby.”
I press my face to the pillow, whimpering as he slows down, dragging his cock in and out, torturing me. I can feel my orgasm building, but it’s slow, intense, and I find myself biting my lip as it nears. Mack runs his hands down my back, over my hips, and then he leans back and puts his hands on my ass.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“Mack,” I breathe.
“Come on, baby.”
I’m so close, God, so fucking close . . . then . . .
“Jaylah!”
I freeze. Mack freezes, and I hear my mother’s soft knock at the door.
“No way,” I breathe.
“Shit,” Mack grunts. “That door locked?”
I can’t remember. I scramble, Mack scrambles, and we just make it back into the bed, pulling the covers over us and laying down as if we were sleeping when my mother opens the door. God, the woman has no shame.
“Morning, guys!” she cries happily.
I bite my lip to stop from bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. I lift my head and stare at her. She looks at me, looks to Mack, and her cheeks go bright red.
“Oh, my.”
“Mom, we weren’t—”
“How rude of me to walk in while Mack is making love with my baby.”
Oh. Jesus. She did not just say that.
Mack starts shaking beside me, with laughter, no doubt.
“We were just wakin’ up, Jenna,” Mack assures her.
“Honey,” she says, wagging her finger—yes, wagging her finger. “Nobody wakes up with cheeks as flushed as hers.”
Someone kill me now.
“Mom!” I cry.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” she says casually. “It’s great to have an active—”
“Mom!” I screech. “Stop.”
“Hosh posh,” she scoffs. “Don’t act like a crazy woman with me, young lady.”
“Someone take a gun to my head, right now.”
Mack bursts out laughing, throws his arm around me and pulls me closer. I take the blanket with me. My mother doesn’t need any further confirmation that we were in the middle of a fucking session when she walked in. No one else’s mother would be so casual about it, no; only mine would be. She’s completely nuts.
“Can you leave now?” I cry.
“Right, of course. I’ll let you two finish up.”
Oh. Lord.
“Mother, please stop talking.”
She puts her hands up. “I was just telling you breakfast is ready. I’ll put it in the oven, and you can come when you’re finished. A man like Mack, I imagine won’t be quick.”
Motherfucker.
“Mother!” I cry.
“Right, leaving.”
She rushes out and closes the door. I bury my face into Mack’s chest and he’s still laughing, hard.
“Think I love your mom, honey.”
“Shut up.”
“She’s fuckin’ classic.”
“Be quiet.”
“Great way to kill a boner,” he mutters.
Now I burst out laughing. I sit up and turn to him. “That mean we’re done?”
“Honey, your Mom is no doubt outside listening. We’re done.”
I giggle and climb out of the bed. “Dang. I was so close.”
His hand lashes out and curls around my wrist, tugging me backwards. “You want my mouth?”
Oh, boy.
“Not sure that’ll be any quieter.”
“Lie back.”
“Mack, she’s probably listening.”
He doesn’t listen. He just takes me, flips me to my back and slides underneath the blankets. He doesn’t take his time—no, his mouth is covering my pussy in seconds. I press a pillow to my mouth to stop my cries as he lashes me with his tongue, hard, fast and quick. I need it. He obviously needs it, and we don’t have long. My back arches, he sucks my clit, and then I’m coming. That quick.
I squirm as my body convulses with orgasm.
“Fuck it.”
He slides up my body, takes my leg, throws it over his hip and then he’s inside me. He fucks me hard, his hips thrusting in short, hard bursts. I toss the pillow, curl my hand around his neck, pulling him down, and I kiss him. I kiss him hard, deep, and the movement of our tongues muffles our groans. Minutes later, he’s coming inside me, his hand is over my mouth, and I’m arching with another orgasm.
Bliss.
~*~*~*~
The next two days fly by. Dad takes Mack fishing and I get some much needed girl-time with Mom. When it’s time to leave, I cry. I hate leaving my parents; I don’t see them enough. Maddox called last night and said that he’d found Benito’s location. That meant it was time to leave, and time for Mack to end things with his brother.
