Stepmother

Chapter 100 - Stepmother

Mike’s cock sank deeper into May’s soaked pussy, the thick, flushed head forcing her cunt walls apart inch by greedy inch. Her heat clung to him like wet silk—slick, greedy, already dripping from whatever he’d done to her earlier. The stretch burned sweet and sharp; her entrance gripped the ridge of his glans so tight it felt like her body was trying to keep him out and suck him in at the same time. He kept pushing until the heavy weight of his hips met the soft, trembling flesh of her inner thighs, balls pressed flush against her ass, every last inch buried inside her.

That sudden, complete fullness dragged a sharp, broken moan straight out of her throat—raw, high, and helpless. Her hands flew up to cover her face again, fingers shaking hard against her burning cheeks. She couldn’t look. Couldn’t let him see the way her mouth had fallen open, the way her eyes had gone glassy and wet. Heat flushed all the way down her neck and across her chest; her pussy fluttered around him in tiny, involuntary spasms, milking the thick shaft that had just claimed every bit of space she had.

He didn’t move yet. Just stayed buried, feeling her drip around the base of his cock, the wet sounds of her cunt adjusting to him soft and filthy in the quiet. Then he started slow—pulling back just enough that the drag of his shaft over her swollen walls made her breath hitch, before sliding home again in a long, deliberate stroke that made her thighs jump.

Long, deliberate thrusts that dragged every inch of him along her walls. The wet sound of their joining filled the quiet room. May’s heavy breasts swayed with each stroke, nipples tight and dark against her pale skin. Mike braced one hand beside her head and used the other to cup the soft weight of her left breast, thumb circling the stiff peak before pinching it lightly. Her back arched, pushing more of herself into his palm.

“Mike… slower—” she whispered, but her legs wrapped around his waist anyway, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper.

He obeyed for a few more strokes, grinding the base of his cock against her clit every time he bottomed out. Then the restraint cracked. His hips snapped harder. The bed creaked. May’s moans grew louder, less controlled, her hands finally leaving her face to clutch at his shoulders. Her nails left faint red lines across his skin.

When he felt her pussy start to tighten around him, Mike pulled out completely.

May’s eyes flew open, a soft, needy sound escaping her lips at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her side, lifted her top leg high against his chest, and slid back into her from behind in a deep, angled thrust.

The new position let him reach even deeper. Every stroke dragged along a different, more sensitive place inside her. May’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, one hand fisting the sheets, the other reaching back blindly to grab his hip.

Mike leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, and reached around to palm both of her full breasts at once, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh while he fucked her in steady, powerful strokes. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. May’s free leg trembled. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Turn around,” he growled against her ear.

She did—breathless, chest heaving, still dripping from the last stretch of him. Mike’s hands were already on her, turning her, guiding her down onto all fours for a second so her ass was up and open, knees sinking into the mattress. But he didn’t stay behind her. He dropped onto his back instead, cock standing thick and shiny with her earlier wetness, and hauled her over him by the hips until she was straddling him backward, reverse-cowgirl, her spine arched and that heavy ass facing him.

May reached down, lined him up, and sank. The head split her open again, and she took him in one long, shaky slide, a broken moan spilling out of her as her cunt stretched wide around the thick shaft. The new angle hit different—deeper, the curve of him dragging hard over that swollen spot inside her until her thighs started to tremble hard. Every inch forced a fresh rush of slick down around him; she could feel herself dripping onto his balls by the time her ass finally met his hips.

Mike’s hands locked onto the thick, soft curves of her cheeks and spread her wide, thumbs digging into the flesh so he could stare straight at the place where his cock was vanishing into her. Pink, wet, stretched tight around the base of him, her hole fluttering as it swallowed every last inch. He watched it all—the way her pussy lips clung and then parted, the shiny stretch of her rim, the way her ass jiggled the second she started to move.

She rode him slow at first, rising until just the fat head stayed inside her, then dropping back down with a wet, filthy slap. Each descent made her moan again, softer, breathier. Then she found the rhythm and went faster—hips rolling, thighs working, that soft, heavy ass bouncing against his hips in a hypnotic, meaty rhythm. The wet sounds got louder. Her cunt gripped and released him over and over, slick and greedy, while Mike’s fingers dug deeper into her cheeks, holding her open so he wouldn’t miss a single filthy second of her taking him.

When her rhythm faltered, he thrust up hard to meet her, one hand sliding around to rub tight circles over her clit. May’s head dropped forward, blue-black hair cascading around her face as she came with a muffled cry, pussy pulsing hard around his cock.

Mike didn’t let her recover.

He sat up, kept her in his lap with his cock still buried inside her, and wrapped both arms around her from behind. One hand stayed on her clit; the other squeezed and played with her breasts while he fucked up into her in short, deep strokes. May’s head fell back against his shoulder, mouth open, soft broken sounds spilling out with every thrust. The intimacy of it—her back fully against his chest, his arms locked around her, their bodies moving together—felt more intense than anything that had come before.

He felt the familiar heat coiling low in his gut.

“May—” he warned, voice rough.

She understood. She lifted off him, turned, and dropped to her knees between his legs without being asked. Her soft hand wrapped around the slick, throbbing shaft and guided the head to her lips. Mike’s fingers tangled in her hair as she took him deep. Two, three wet strokes of her mouth and he came hard, flooding her tongue with thick pulses of cum. May stayed still, swallowing what she could; the rest spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

Only when he finished did she pull back, lips glistening, eyes half-lidded and dazed.

The room smelled of sex and sweat. Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

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