Dirty Heat (14 page)

He licks his lips when I reach under my skirt and shimmy out of my red lace panties. “Damn, baby.”

My eyes alight with desire, I toss my panties at him and match his lusty gaze when he catches them. “Fuck me now,” I urge, my voice hoarse and heated and full of lust.

There's no time for dick sucking.

No time for pussy licking.

Just fucking.

Quick. Hard. Raw. Animalistic.

I bend over, and grab my ankles.

“Damn, you gotta phat ass,” Kyree says, stepping up behind me, smoothing his hand over my cheeks.

“Slap my ass,” I say over my shoulder. “Then ram your dick up in me.”

“Aww, shit.” He laughs. “You wanna talk smack, I see.”

“Yeah. Now less talk, and more action, little daddy,” I say real sassy as I shake my hips and cause my ass cheeks to clap.

My insides quiver anticipating him sinking his dick between my wet pussy lips, but Kyree wants to tease me instead, tracing his dick along my slick slit.

“C'mon. Fuck me.”

Slap!

His hand strikes my ass, hard.

“Again.”

Slap!

This goes on for five or six pussy-dripping minutes before my knees feel like they're about to buckle. And then he finally gives
me what my pussy yearns. I yelp when he plunges inside me, harshly, sliding all the way in until his balls are smacking the back of my pussy.

“Oh, yes!” I gasp as I lurch back toward him, my plump ass cheeks crashing against his pelvis. “Take this pussy, Kyree, baby…mmmm…oooh…that young dick is so gooood.”

Kyree groans loudly, grinding his hips against me, before pulling out, then slamming back in over and over again.

I reach between my legs, skidding my fingers over my puffy clit. It's so engorged and sensitive.

He slaps my ass again. And every time his hand heats my flesh, I buck back harder, faster, greedily sucking in his dick. Kyree catches me by surprise, slapping into a newfound sweet spot—the underside of my ass. He slaps his hand upward, making my ass shake as he rams his dick in and out, burying himself deep inside me.

Each thrust, each slap, pushes me closer to orgasm.

Sparks of pleasure shoot through me, causing my pulse to pound in my cunt and my blood to heat in my veins.

Ohgod, ohgod…this man-child, this young stud and…his dick… oooh. He is everything I shouldn't want and everything I know I don't need, and yet right at this moment—open and wet, my body hot and needy, while being fucked outside in the woods in the middle of the night—there's no denying that he is my sweetest taboo.

Kyree grunts. “You like this dick…?”

“Yes, God, yesssss.”

Three more deep strokes, my body clenches tight around him. I melt with pleasure. Then, with the stars twinkling overhead and the New York City skyline in view—my orgasm bursts through me.

I mewl out.

And spasm.

A half-hour later, I walk back through the front door. Sebastian is sitting in the kitchen, the
New York Times
in his hands, folded in sections. He looks up from the paper, then narrows his eyes, searching, studying me. Right now, I can only imagine what he sees. Hair disarrayed. Face flushed. Lips glazed. Clothes askew.
Ohgod, I must look a mess.
I immediately feel self-conscious and start to wonder if he can smell my soaking sex. Paranoia starts to set in, and I question if he senses my indiscretions?

He frowns.

Ohgod!

Subconsciously, I touch the side of my neck. My fingertips absorb the subtle heat still radiating from my skin. I swallow. I can still feel Kyree's soft lips skimming over my flesh. His fingers slipping down my crack, sweeping my asshole, then slowly moving lower until he grazes my deliciously wet sex; his fingertip teasing my slit. I swallow again. Slide my tongue over my teeth. Then swallow the lingering taste of Kyree's sweet man meat.

Sebastian's voice slices through my dirty thoughts. “Baby, you all right?”

I blink. “Huh?”

“I said your face looks flush.”

“Oh, uh…didn't hear you.” I feel my forehead. “I don't know why. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary, except go to the store.”
Yeah, and get fucked outdoors.

He chuckles. “Well, you're practically glowing.”

I push out a nervous laugh. “Must be the new face cream I've been using.”

He smiles and folds the paper as he rises from his seat. “Well, keep doing what you're doing, baby.”

You don't really mean that.

He pushes his chair in. “You're more beautiful than ever.”

Ohgod. Help me.
He walks up on me and pulls me into him, brushing a gentle kiss over my lips. “Wait,” he says, then pauses. “I thought you said you were going to the store.”

“Uh?”

He repeats himself.

“Oh, I did,” I quickly lie. “They didn't have what I needed.”

“I thought you wanted milk.”

Mmm. Yes, Kyree's sweet, thick dick milk.

I quickly sidestep him, avoiding his gaze skimming over me. “Yeah, I wanted buttermilk for this new recipe I want to try.” I walk over to the sink and run the water. “But they were all out.”

I consider saying more, but then decide otherwise. Less is sometimes best, especially when you know it's going to be a lie added onto another lie.

Sebastian eyes me, then slowly raises a brow.

“What?” I ask, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

“So are you going to tell me, or keep me in suspense?”

My pulse quickens. “Tell you what?”

He smiles. “What's this new recipe that had you rushing up outta here for
buttermilk?”

Guilt swirls around me. I want to turn away from his gaze. Want to confess my dirty sins and beg for his forgiveness. But I don't. Instead, I straighten my shoulders, and swallow, before forcing a small smile to touch my lips. “It's a surprise.”

“I like the sound of that.” He reaches for me. Pulls me into him by the waist. “Speaking of surprises.” He leans in and pecks me on the lips. The kiss is quick, but ever so sweet. “Meet me upstairs. I'll have one waiting for you.”

His smile teases. And when he steps back, I can't help but glance down at the bulge in his pajama bottoms. No other words are needed. I smile back at him.

Then pray to the high heavens that my still-throbbing cunt can handle another pounding.

•  •  •

It's a little after ten o'clock in the evening, three days later. And, once again, like a schoolgirl with raging hormones, I've snuck out to be with Kyree—this time under the guise of needing to pick up a
friend
from the airport. Sebastian asks no questions; he allows me the freedom to do whatever I need to do. Besides, I left him home, smiling, after sucking his dick down to the gristle. I gave my husband the best blowjob of his life, unprompted, unsuspected, unwavering. I took Sebastian by surprise. Something I don't do often when it comes to giving him head. Performing oral sex on my husband has never been an issue for me. I suck him without pause. It's simply not an act performed as often as he'd like. But since being with Kyree, I've become surprisingly more spontaneous when it comes to pleasing him orally.

Sebastian says he loves this new orgasmic me.

I tell him I love this new me, too.

He's asked me again, what's gotten into me. Of course I dare not tell him that it's the result of being fucked by a young, horny college stud. So I show him a few erotica books I've since bought, and allow him to believe that they've awakened this sexual beast inside of me.

Kyree kisses my forehead, then brushes a kiss over my lips. “Whatchu thinking about?”

I smile. Take his face in, then lightly kiss him. “You.”

He grins. “You're so fuckin' sexy. You know that, right?”

I blush. “Boy, stop. You're just saying that.”

“Nah, for real.” He takes my hand and raises it to his lips, kissing my fingers. “So, so, sexy, baby.”

I close my eyes, guilt flooding my heart.

He reaches between my thighs. And I spread them open, allowing his fingers to find the edge of my panties. He brushes his heated palm over the front of my pussy. I shiver with burning want. And then his fingers slip inside, and I gasp, relishing in his touch. My cunt, slick and wet, clenches in anticipation.

My eyes glisten. I know what I'm doing is wrong. Lying to Sebastian. Lusting after a teenaged boy. No matter how mature he is for his age; no matter the fact that he's over the legal age of consent, I know this thing between us has to stop. All he is, all he will ever be, is a good fuck.

Oh how good of a fuck he is.

A bittersweet memory of what is, of what shouldn't be. He has quickly become my addiction. Sometimes in the still of the night, I lie awake at night, with Sebastian snoring lightly beside me, and fantasize about the way Kyree feels inside of me, the way his dick strokes my walls. The way he kisses me and nibbles on my bottom lip with lips and teeth, stroking the inside of my mouth with velvet strokes of his tongue. Savoring me. Other times, desire shoots through me, flushing my skin, while heating my pussy. And I can feel the ghost of his tongue languishing and laving and feasting, touching and tasting my whole pussy.

“Babe,” Kyree murmurs gruffly, his lips gliding over my skin, along my cheek, then over my lips. “I want you so bad.”

He slowly slides his fingers in my pussy, and I mewl out pure, sensual pleasure. I am blazing in heat for him, for his touch, for his kisses, for his good fucking. And I welcome his searching fingers into my wet cunt.

Yes, the tiny voice of caution in my head is screaming I need to end this.

And I will.

“Oooh…” I moan, trembling with carnal want.

But not today, not right now.

Maybe tomorrow.

“Mmmm…”

I gasp and hiss and whimper as my pussy stretches and molds over his cock. I slowly roll my hips until I have him deep inside me, until his hard, thick dick is sloshing in and out of the wetness of my pussy.

Then, again…

“Mmmm…”

Maybe not!

Because the truth is, I love the way his dick throbs inside my pussy, love the way it throbs against my tongue; love the way he tastes and feels. Love the way my body quakes with pleasure every time he fucks into my wetness.

Kyree brushes a kiss over my lips. “Your pussy's so wet.” I tighten around his fingers; drawing in a sharp breath, before releasing a guttural groan. “I want you to come all over my dick,” he says, his deep longing for me evident in his carnal touch. He pulls his fingers out of me, sucks them into his mouth, then splays his hands under my breasts, cupping them; pads of his thumbs stroking the underside, making my nipples ache.

“Yes, baby, yes…mmmm…you can have this pussy any way you want.”

With his long legs, he leans as far back as humanly possible in the backseat of his mother's SUV. “Sit on my dick,” he urges softly, huskily.

My nipples tighten as I straddle his thighs, reach between our bodies, then position myself over his dick so that the head is barely inside my slit. This is not the first time I am giving him my pussy without a condom. I want him inside me raw. Want to feel him
emptying his balls in me. The deep-seated aching inside me is too much to bear. I need to feel him inside me. Need to feel the curve of his hard, horny dick stroking my walls. Now.

As if reading my thoughts, Kyree grabs my hips and thrusts me down, impaling me onto him. I cry out as his body arches up and he buries himself deep inside me.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohgod, yessss!”

“Aah, shit, baby…your pussy feel's good. Damn. Aaah, yeah…I can get lost in this shit all night. Mmm.”

“I know it does, baby,” I whisper into his ear. “Your dick feels so good inside of it.”

I pick up the pace. Surrender to the sensations. And allow myself to get swept up in the heat.

“Yeah, that's it. Ride this dick.” He slaps my ass, then cups each cheek in his hands, squeezing them together each time I come down onto his shaft. He digs his fingertips into my flesh. And I swallow him up from tip to shaft, clenching his dick with swift squeezes of my cunt. My velvety walls wrap around his dick like a heated blanket.

Kyree grunts. “Uh, yeah…daaamn…you got that grown woman's pussy, babe. Aaah, shit's so fuckin' good…”

I smile inwardly as my pussy devours his cock, slathering it with my pussy cream.

“Aah, yeah…give me that juicy pussy…”

His eyes are raging with lust. His fiery hands singe my flesh as he grabs for my breasts. I roll my hips and rise up till his dick almost slips out of me, then sink back down on it. The movements cause Kyree to buck up into me, his head bending and his wet, warm mouth closing around a lust-tightened nipple, then biting into it. Pleasure and pain meld, and my insides melt all over him.

“Yessssss, baby, yesssss…ooooh, baby, yesssss…”

Kyree groans. “I'm about to bust, baby.” He thrusts up into me. His dick rapidly pistons in and out, sloshing out my warm juices. “Aaaah, yeah…uhhh…”

My inner walls shake. “Yes, come for me,” I moan at his ear. “Give me all that good dick. Give. It. To. Me. Aaaah…come…mmm…”

“I feel you grabbing my dick…aaah…feels sooo good…aaah…”

Galloping helplessly, the interior of Kyree's mother's SUV fogged and pussy-scented; I am lost to him in pleasure, surrendering to the thrusts of his dick, to the pounding in my walls. I throw my head back. Scream. Clench his thick shaft. And come. Drenching him with cream.

“You ready for this nut?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

“Give it to me. Mmm. Come inside my pussy.” I continue rocking my hips down on his shaft, roll up it, then slam down hard onto it. The thought of him planting his heated seeds inside of me, pushes me over the edge, and has me reeling into another climax.