“Goddamn,” I moan in a heavy breath as Jocelyn grinds her hips on top of me. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, that I’m trying not to cum too fast. It’s only been ten minutes after all, and I already had to grind my teeth to hold onto my load when she was giving me head.
“Come on, girl,” I say through grit teeth, giving her ass a firm slap. I can tell her heart isn’t into it, but I can’t fuck her heart, so I don’t particularly care about that.
I slide my hands up the sides of her body, then jerk her down toward me. Her lips are a few inches away from mine, and the feeling of her hot breath on my face is fucking intoxicating.
I grip her arms tightly and grin. Joce closes her eyes and braces herself, because she knows what’s coming next.
Her.
I lift my ass off the bed and begin to fuck her, my grin widening when I see that familiar look take over her face. Her tits are bouncing and grazing against my chest as she holds my forearms tightly. I haven’t given it to her like this since the first time I fucked her, and it almost feels brand new again.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” I ask her in bated breaths. She lets out a sound that is something between a strangled yes and a moan, as I fuck her harder.
I don’t mind doing all this work because if I’m being honest, the best pussy I’ve ever had belongs to this one right here.
For now.
The thought of Darby sleeping so innocently in her bed while I fuck her mother enters my head and I’m flooded with the memory of when this was Laura on top of me and Joce was sleeping in her room. I can feel my balls tightening as I keep fucking her and she moans louder.
Just like her mother.
“Oh my God…” she whimpers as her body begins to stiffen, her breathing becoming heavier.
“Yes, I am. Now give me what you owe me,” I say, before I pull her down and crush her lips against my own. The sweat on her upper lip is salty but sinfully sweet.
She moans loudly into my mouth before her pussy begins to tighten around my cock and I groan. Jocelyn is cumming harder than she ever has before, and I think that’s worth a meal or two.
She falls against me, breathing heavily, her body shaking, and I put an arm around her. Kissing the top of her head, I run my fingers down her back and smile.
“Just like old times, isn’t it?” I ask her softly.
Jocelyn puts a hand to my chest and lets it linger there, lulling me into a false sense of feeling loved. It doesn’t last too long though, because she’s just using me as leverage to pull herself off of me.
I raise an eyebrow and prop myself up on my elbows. I watch her as she moves off the side of the bed, and gets to her feet, reaching down for her panties and dress.
“Wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” I mutter, leaning back onto the bed and sighing.
Once she’s dressed, she turns to face me, arms crossed loosely over her chest.
I roll my eyes and push myself off the bed, putting my hands on my hips.
“Well? What the fuck are you waiting for? Go make some dinner,” I snap at her.
“I thought you said –”
“I changed my mind. Now go cook something for all three of us and maybe if you do a good job, I’ll let you meet the kid,” I reply with a smirk.
With a defeated sigh and tears in her eyes, Jocelyn turns and leaves the room. I may seem like a bastard to her, but the only way to rule a home properly is with an iron fist and my word is fucking law.