Maybe he senses my impatience. I feel him lead me across the room as we dance. At the bottom of the stairs, he turns me toward them and then pushes me forward. My reflex has me reaching forward and grabbing onto the railing.
Something pushes at my feet and I obey, spreading my legs.
I peer over my shoulder and see him right behind me. His fucking massive member is definitely as ready as I am. It’s sticking straight up in the air, bouncing a little when it senses my proximity.
This is going to be it. He’s going to fuck me in my most private hole.
In anticipation, I wiggle my ass back at him and drop myself forward a bit. Now my upper body is at ninety degrees to my legs.
My tits bounce freely from side to side.
Come on, I urge him on silently, and then I feel his hand on my clit. He’s barely touching it, but it makes me go wild.
I try and push against him but, skillfully, he resists. The touch is lighter than that of a feather. My juices flow in abundance.
Fuck. I moan. I throw my head back and arch my lower back.
Aware of his effect on me, he lets his index finger slide just past my clit into my saturated pussy. He scoops up some of my juices and draws tiny circles along my ass.
The closer he gets to my hole, the more needy I become.
He uses both hands to massage, soothe, and knead. I relax and push back against him.
Back goes his hand to my clit. Now he uses thumb and index finger to squeeze my already over-sensitive clit really fucking hard.
I yelp in pleasure and pain. Tiny explosions ripple through me.
And then his fingers have left again.
I don’t know how much more of this torture I’ll be able to take.
“Pleeaasseee,” I beg and try to find his bouncing, throbbing cock.
He guides the tip of it to my opening. I sigh as I feel it push into me. Instead of going all the way, Daniel guides his dick gently into me, waiting for my hole to accommodate and relax around his cock.
His hands are now back on my tits, pinching and squeezing my nipples. The cocktail of sensations spreading through me is overwhelming. My head’s spinning, and my knees threaten to give way any second.
All of me is engulfed in ecstasy, and I fear I’m at risk of going mad.
Daniel is increasing the pace and rhythm. Faster and faster, he rams his cock inside of me. I try and meet him with each thrust and revel in the sound of his balls slapping against my ass.
Hard and faster he goes. I can feel him expand in me and my own body contracts its muscles in anticipation of me coming.
“Harder,” I pant and lower my body some more to feel him deeper in me.
His hands leave my tits and grab my hips. Now he’s pulling me toward, and I know it won’t be long before I’m going to fall off the edge of another orgasm.
I can feel my abdomen contract and the walls of my pussy pulse.
“Daaaannniieeel,” I screech and grab the railing tighter. I can see white skin around my knuckles. This is going to be an earthquake alright―only better. My body will erupt and shudder and fucking drown in pleasure.
Daniel must be close to his own orgasm because I can feel him tense inside of me. His fingers are digging into my skin, and he pulls me harder toward him.
And then with one final hard thrust, he comes inside of me.
I feel him empty his load into my hole, and at the same time, I’m gripped by my own orgasm.
Fire rushes through me, and my breathing is short and shallow. The tingling sensation starting in my pussy spreads outward, and soon I’m filled with it.
When Daniel’s finished, he slumps on top of me. I feel as if my legs will collapse, and I can feel his right arm come under me for support. We stay like this for what seems like forever.
This moment seems perfect. Daniel inside of me without rubber―okay, so he’s in my ass, but still―there’s nothing separating us. This is the second time he’s filled my ass with hot, sticky cum.
There’s obviously no problem with him unloading in my ass or my mouth. Progress, right?
Eventually, I drop my arms and feel him pick me up. Carefully, he carries me through the room before he puts me ever so gently on the lounge.
He sits next to me and strokes my face, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
Our eyes meet and lock.
“Up for any further adventures?” I ask, and he grins at me.
“Do they involve sex?”
Daniel
The aroma of bacon wafts through my nostrils, and I sniff, inhaling the glorious scent of breakfast. Maple syrup and comfort.
Stretching, I yawn and peel open my sleepy, groggy eyes. As soon as I make my coffee, I’ll be functional again.
It’s really sweet of Rose to make us breakfast this morning, and I can’t wait to reward her with a nice little booty smack…and maybe I’ll eat her out if the food proves to be really tasty.
Wait a second.
What the…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen making a magical home-cooked meal for us.
Granted, I know she loves to cook, and I’ve witnessed her in the kitchen working her magic, but…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen cooking because Rose is in here with me.
She’s still sleeping soundly beside me. I watch as her chest peacefully rises and falls with each breath.
If she’s in the bedroom with me, then who the hell is in my kitchen cooking right now?
I have to get to the bottom of this. I roll over in the bed and plant my bare feet on the cool hardwood floors.
I carefully retrieve my arm from under Rose’s head. It tingles with numbness from falling asleep under her.
I shake it out once I climb out of the bed, careful with my movements to make sure she doesn’t stir or wake up.
I walk over to the other side of my bedroom and pull out a pair of boxers from my drawer, pulling them over my exposed cock. I’m guessing that whoever is in my kitchen won’t be interested in seeing my morning wood in all its glory.
I shuffle across the room and place my hand on the door knob. As soon as I pull it open, I gasp with shock at who’s standing on the other side of the door.
Instinctively, I wince with embarrassment and flash a glance back at Rose in the bed. Thankfully, she’s covered up with the comforter. Her petite little body is small and swallowed whole by the huge sheets on top of her.
I look back at my mother and stare in surprise.
“Mom…” I laugh nervously and scratch my bed head. “What are you…um…what are you doing here?”
My mom has a bright, beaming ray-of-sunshine type of smile plastered across her heavily made-up face.
I continue to stare at her, wondering when she’s going to give me a reasonable explanation for her presence outside of my bedroom door when I’m only wearing a pair of boxers and there’s a naked girl sleeping in my bed.
I’m trying to swallow my panic, but as I gulp hard and attempt the impression of a delighted grin at seeing her, I’m visibly sweating.
“Oh, darling,” my mom grazes my bare chest with her fingertips, “I just thought I’d give you guys a treat this morning.”
I gulp and turn around, giving my secret away by continually glancing at Rose. “Um…us?” I say with a skull full of anxiety as I push her out the door and gently close it shut behind me.
“Of course, sweetie.” My mom’s laugh tickles the air as if I’m an idiot to assume she’s unaware of what’s going on here. “I wanted to do something nice for you and your lady friend.”
Lady friend? What the hell is my mom doing here, trying to kill me with humiliation? I may be an adult now, but I have limits when it comes to my mother invading my personal space and sniffing out a female…companion in my apartment.
Before I have a chance to protest any of this ridiculousness, my mom quickly skirts back down the hallway in the direction from which she came…the kitchen.
She must need to check on the bacon t
o make sure it’s not burning in the pan or something. For a moment or two, I can’t move a single muscle. In theory, I should be chasing after her, begging her to go home.
Maybe I can take the credit for breakfast, and I’ll get a special dessert treat of my own from Rose?
No, I can’t own up to all that cooking. Rose wouldn’t believe me for an instant.
Instead, I’m frozen in place, unable to move, and paralyzed by the shock of the events that are unfolding.
I’m a little lost, struggling to determine how my mom got into my penthouse in the first place, until I remember one monumental detail.
I had given my mother a key a while back―you know, when I was single and not looking at the prospect of a serious relationship.
Hearing my own voice ring through my head, I did the unimaginable: I told my mother she was welcome anytime.
Shit. What the hell have I done?
Honestly, remembering back, this isn’t the first time my mom has stopped by for a ‘friendly’ type of visit.
She likes to show up unannounced sometimes, whenever she feels like it or has leisure time. I suppose I should feel grateful that she cares enough about me to stop by, but enough is enough.
Why am I so surprised to see her here this morning you ask, as if I should be used to it? Well, to be honest, all the other times she’s done this, I haven’t had a naked girl in my bed.
I’m not interested in getting smothered by an overbearing mother, and I certainly don’t want Rose to have to endure that torture, either.
On the other hand…
Rose comes from a big family as well. Perhaps she’ll take it all in stride and find the whole ordeal comical.
Well, that’s what I’m hoping for, at least.
I take a deep breath and lean against the wall in my hallway, needing a few seconds to compose myself.
Okay, I think I’m calm enough to go back to bed and face my fears. I need to wake Rose up and give her a little fair warning of the over-indulgent and over-the-top mother figure who is probably whistling a tune and dancing through my kitchen with a spatula in hand.
I close the door behind me and lock it―you know, for good measure and all. If my mom has no reservations about helping herself to free reign of my house, then she probably wouldn’t have any inhibitions about waltzing herself directly into my private bedroom suite.
I stand over Rose for a few seconds, watching her sleep. She looks so content, so beautiful.
Her hair spills across the pillow in long flowing locks that resemble feathers. I hate to disturb her from her peaceful slumber, but the inevitable is calling―in the form of my mother setting a table for breakfast in the nook just outside the kitchen.
Gently, I graze a hand over her head, trailing my fingertips through her hair until they become intertwined with the wispy, delicate strands.
She stirs, but doesn’t rouse quite yet. Sighing contentedly, she rolls over in the bed―but her eyes don’t open.
“Rose?” I lightly tug at her shoulder. “Rose?”
“Mmm?” She grins in her sleep. “Daniel, is that you?”
“It’s me,” I tell her, not whispering any longer because I want to get this over with.
She opens her eyes and blinks, furrowing her brow in confusion. Then, she reaches up for me and gives me a sexy little smile.
“What are you doing out of bed and all the way up there?” she whispers seductively and licks her lips.
Damn, she’s sultry, and her beckoning is really swaying me here.
There’s nothing I love more in this world than a horny woman who’s just woken up from a tender sleep.
Something about her smell, her taste, and the softness of her skin entices me as she glows with radiance under the sheets.
My sheets.
I really fucking love seeing her in my bed. I could get used to that.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, trying to distract myself with the thought of my mother rifling through my kitchen for gadgets.
“Daniel?”
I open my eyes at the sound of Rose’s alarmed voice. She props herself up on her elbows and stares at me with guarded caution.
“What is it? Why aren’t you coming back to bed? What time is it?”
Her voice sounds suspicious and frantic, so I ease myself slowly to a sitting position beside her on the bed. I take her hands in mine, cupping them together to cradle them.
“There’s nothing wrong,” I reassure her and give her a warm, genuine smile.
Rose’s shoulders sag in visible relief. “Okay.” She grins and bites her lip again, moving her legs in the bed. “Is it early still?”
“That depends.” I laugh nervously. “Is ten o’clock in the morning too early to have breakfast?”
Rose giggles, giving me an inspecting glance. “What is up with you today?”
I heave a dramatic sigh and decide to just rip off the Band-Aid, right then and there.
“Well…” I chuckle. “I have a confession to make.”
Rose pretends to be freaked out. “Oh, god. Not another confession.”
I playfully give her a little nudge, to which she responds with a fit of giggles, withering around in the sheets and squealing with delight as if I’m tickling her to death.
“Shh…” I hold her down.
She brushes the hair off her face and glances around with suspicion.
“What’s going on, Daniel?” This time, her voice is firmer than before, demanding.
“Okay, look,” I say, with a gesture to the bedroom door. “My mom is here, and she’s cooked us breakfast.”
The look on her face is exactly how I feel: Oh, shit.
Yeah, fucking tell me about it.
Rose
Okay, now he has my attention―but not quite in the best way possible. I jolt up in bed, sitting up in a lurch. I expel a nervous laugh, a sound almost unrecognizable to my ears.
“Um…what?” I ask, needing confirmation that I’m not still dreaming. I’m trying not to freak out, but I’m shocked for sure.
I feel sorry for Daniel. He looks downright freaked out, and his face is stark white like the sheets underneath me.
“I’m so sorry…” He trails off.
I exhale sharply and brush the hair off my cheek, giving him a smile and a reassuring nod.
“It’s okay…really.”
“Wow.” Daniel looks amazed.
“Wow what?” I laugh and scratch my elbow, feeling awkward and waiting for instructions on what I should do next.
Daniel shakes his head and disbelief and glances at my knees with a smile. “Nothing, it’s just…wow…you are completely fucking amazing.”
I stroke his cheek. “What makes you say that?”
“I just told you my mom let herself in and is helping herself to my kitchen to prepare a full on feast for us, and you aren’t even upset.” Daniel glances at me as if I’m his new hero.
I just laugh, taking it all in stride. “Well, you didn’t exactly tell me that she let herself in.”
Daniel feigns sheepishness and rubs the thick hair on his head. “Did I forget to mention that?” he jokes.
“Oh, stop it.” I laugh and tease him by tossing the pillow behind my back at him.
Inside my head, though, the fact that his mother has a key and traipses around whenever she pleases is slightly unnerving, but I choose to keep that information to myself because Daniel looks stressed out enough as it is right now.
“So…” he grins as if he’s getting ready to ask a huge favor for which he’ll be forever in my debt.
“Just go ahead and spit it out.” I sigh, appeasing him with a roll of my eyes.
Daniel pats my knee. “You are so fucking great.”
“So, let me guess, we need to go and eat what she’s cooked for us?” I grin with a twinkle in my eye.
“Pretty much, yeah,” Daniel says.
“Looks like there’s more than one pussy in this room,” I tease him with a wink.
“Stop it,” I demand and thrash around, laughing.
He finally lets me go, and we’re both panting―and hungry. I can smell bacon seeping under the door, the scent wafting down the hall from the kitchen.
I throw the blankets off my naked body and pull a modest pink t-shirt over my head and the same jeans I wore the night before.
“Are you ready to get this over with?” Daniel casts me a grin as he jumps into a pair of shorts and throws a black t-shirt over his head that reads ‘Brooklyn Nets’.
“Not quite yet.” I laugh as if he’s insane. “I need to brush my teeth and brush my hair, not to mention blot on some foundation.”
“You don’t have to do all that.” Daniel waves his hand dismissively. “It’s just Mom.”
I clear my throat and raise an eyebrow at him. “Um, are you kidding?”
“What?” He laughs, adorably clueless.
“Correction,” I tell him. “She’s your mom, not mine. I need to look presentable for her.”
Daniel strolls over to my side and wraps his arms around my waist. We sway back and forth as if we’re at a junior prom dance or something, grinning at each other with giddy expressions.
“I think you’re already gorgeous,” he whispers as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Thanks, but I’m still not convinced I don’t need to at least run a comb through my hair,” I tell him and swat him away.
I run to the bathroom to get mildly presentable and then follow Daniel to his kitchen where my heart beats with frantic anxiety.
When we get to the kitchen, Daniel’s mother is wearing a floral print apron (where it came from, I have no fucking idea), and she’s pouring orange juice into tall glasses that sit on the kitchen table.
“Wow, Mom, you really went all out this time,” Daniel says.
This time? So, does that mean this happens often?
I plant a polite smile on my face and wait for introductions. Once we get that over with, his mom beams at us, instructing me and Daniel to sit down and enjoy the lavish spread she’s presenting.
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