Screw it. It’s over. She toggled from photo to video and hoped the cell wouldn’t cut off mid-way.
“Got it?”
“Yeah.” Turning around, she bumped into Matt’s protruding cock. “Jesus.”
The thing was a monster. Her legs wobbled. Mouth salivating, she licked her lips and clenched her fingers. For the first time in her life, she wanted to drop to her knees and just worship a penis. To bathe it with her tongue, inhale its scent, feel the soft pubic hair tickle her face and testicles brush her skin.
“Stacey? I’m up here.” He pointed at his face, solid abs flexing with a chuckle.
Get your head straight, Stacey.
Running her hand through her long red hair, she tried to focus. “Let’s just fuck and get it over with.”
“Your call.” He took the phone and gestured to the bed.
She looked into his deep brown eyes. The corners crinkled as the side of his mouth curled up. A beautiful male specimen who never held his tongue, he wasn’t the datable type. He smoked, drank, and had a different girl every week. Her husband hated him.
He’s perfect.
Matt traced inside the edges of her bra. “You’re too hot for him. He’s never been able to date hot women. Too intimidated. Or maybe he just has a small dick.”
Her mouth dropped open, taking a quick inhale. She pressed her lips together just before snapping to her husband’s defense.
“You’re interesting, Ms Sunday School.” Matt unclasped her bra, sliding a finger forward under the seam until teasing the underside of her breast. “So righteous. An adoring wife. Yet here you are.”
Memories of Rayenne swallowing Steven’s adulterous dick flooded her. Her own best friend.
She shook her head and looked at the bed.
Matt tossed the cell on the mattress before hooking the straps of her bra, tugging it down her arms, and letting it fall to the carpet. “Stacey, Stacey, Stacey. You came to my house, stripped, and now you’re thinking about someone else, aren’t you?”
“No.”
Focus.
“Then don’t be rude. Put your fingers around my cock, sweetheart. Feel how hard you made it.”
Her panties were flooded. She hadn’t been this turned on since the first year she dated Steven. Taking a deep breath of tar stained air, her hand wrapped half the width of his hot dick. “You should quit smoking.”
“That’s the girl I know. Always lecturing. Are you ready, Ms Sunday School? Is that little virtuous pussy ready to get pounded?”
Stacey’s cheeks went hot.
He slipped his fingers under her lacy white panties and brushed the flesh of her labia. She trembled.
“Yeah, you’re ready.” He pulled his hand back and sucked his finger. “So sweet. Go lie down, Stacey.”
Blinking, she turned around. Made her way to the bed, feeling her ass jiggle with each step.
“Uh, uh. Panties off.”
She rolled her eyes but did as she was told, then tossed them at him before she spread out on the bed.
“My, my, Ms. Sunday School. Keep it up and I might have to spank you.”
Raising the underwear to his nose, Matt’s chest rose, throwing shadows between his ribs and muscle. Sighing, he dropped the scrap of cloth to the side and grinned. Stalked toward the bed, dick bobbing.
“Foreplay or you just want to get to it?”
“Just get to it.” Stacey tried to keep her voice even.
“So boring.” He grabbed the phone from the side of the bed and spread her legs, knee walking between them. “Fuck, baby. What a pretty pussy. Sure you don’t want me to bury my head between your legs and make you scream?”
“Sure you don’t want me to take the video, since you can’t even focus on using your dick?”
His eyebrows shot up, his gaze immediately on hers. “Oh, I can focus. Trust me. When I’m done with you, you’ll be the sluttiest divorcee in Sunday school.”
“Don’t forget the video then.” Reaching between her legs, she latched onto his cock and directed it to her twat.
He swiped at the phone and aimed down. Pushing his hips forward, he penetrated her.
Stacy gasped, letting him go to squeeze her aching breasts.