Chapter 8
MIA
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
What am I doing?
This is wrong. It’s so, so wrong.
But it feels so fucking right. Sloane’s already given me three really amazing orgasms. The polite thing to do is to repay the favor.
Right?
I’m still trying to convince myself that this isn’t a horrible mistake that’s going to completely blow up in our faces when we reach Sloane’s bedroom.
Scratch that. Sloane and Ethan’s bedroom.
So. Fucking. Wrong.
But I don’t stop her as she leads me inside. Or when she stops in front of the bed and reaches for the hem of the oversized t-shirt she dressed me in after my bath earlier.
And I definitely don’t stop her when she strips even that thin protection from me, baring me completely to her gaze.
I’m not wearing any panties. Even though I packed plenty to bring with me, Mommy wouldn’t let me put any on after my bath. All night I’ve been completely exposed, vulnerable.
It’s been… exhilarating.
“My pretty baby,” Mommy murmurs, nudging me back toward the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I climb up on the bed, letting my thighs fall open, exposing that place where I’m soaking wet and aching for her. Need turns Mommy’s eyes dark as she steps back and reaches for the bottom of her own shirt to tug it over her head.
I’ve never been with a woman before. Never let another woman touch me the way she has.
And yet, my mouth literally waters with anticipation as I run my hand down my soft belly to my bare, wet lips.
A soft whimper slips free as I stroke my own clit, wishing it were her fingers, her tongue teasing that swollen little nub.
Beside the bed, Mommy continues to strip, slowly, teasing me with little flashes of creamy flesh.
Her breasts sway heavily, the practical cotton bra doing little to contain them when she bends down to wiggle her leggings off.
I want to bury my face between those two mounds, and I don’t even care if I suffocate in the process. I’ll die happy.
Straightening, Mommy reaches behind her to unhook her bra and then those stunning breasts hang free. Dark-pink nipples pucker under my hungry gaze and my fingers move of their own accord, furiously working me toward an orgasm.
“Slow down, babygirl.” Mommy’s tone is firm, but brimming with amusement. “We have all night to get you there, and Mommy plans to take her time with you.”
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to slow my fingers, and I can’t help but whine in protest. “Please, Mommy,” I beg as she strips the last bit of clothing from her lush body and climbs onto the bed beside me.
“Not yet, baby. Come here.”
Sliding her hand into my curls, she pulls me closer, her head dipping down, her full lips covering mine.
Soft. That’s the first thought that comes to me as she kisses me, slowly, thoroughly, as if we have all the time in the world to explore each other. Everything about her is so soft and lush, the complete opposite of Ethan’s hard, muscular body.
My stomach churns with guilt at the thought of Ethan. What would he say if he was here? Would he join us? Or would he be horrified by what we’re doing?
I pull away, intending to tell Sloane we should stop, that this is wrong, but her hand tightens in my hair before I have a chance to speak. “Have you ever tasted pussy before, babygirl?” she murmurs, her gaze searching my face as she waits for an answer.
The words I know I should say drift to the back of my mind. “N-no, Mommy. Um, well, other than my own.”
Interest lights in her eyes. “Your own? Were you just curious?”
“No.” My cheeks heat with humiliation. “When Ethan and I were together, he’d make me, um, clean his fingers sometimes. Usually when I’d been naughty and he was edging me as punishment.”
“Really.” Curiosity winds around her words. “I had no idea he could be so… creative.”
“I’m sorry.” Again guilt washes over me, and I wonder what the hell I’m doing here, in the bed this stunning woman shares with my ex-boyfriend. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I should go.”
But when I try to roll away, she holds me in place, pain prickling my scalp as she tugs me back toward her by my hair. “Little girl, you are not doing a very good job of convincing me you don’t need your bottom paddled before I put you to bed.”
Temper sparks in my chest. “I don’t think you can spank me for trying to do the right thing.”
“One, I can spank you for whatever I damn well please. Because you are mine, Mia Grace, and if I have to keep your ass red and welted every second for the rest of your life for you to remember that, then I will.”
My heart trips as she tugs my head back, her lips hovering over mine. “Two, the right thing to do is whatever your Mommy tells you to do. And right now, Mommy wants to feel that sweet pouty mouth on her cunt.”
Sloane
Staring down into those wide, worried eyes, the pupils blown to the point they’ve nearly eradicated the golden-green, I can hardly think with the pounding of my blood in my veins.
I feel powerful, in control, fucking invincible.
Like I could do anything, conquer any obstacle, if my babygirl just keeps looking at me like that.
Even more than before, I feel like I really understand my husband.
The pull this Little girl has on him, the loss he must have felt not just giving her up, but giving up the idea of being a Daddy ever again.
If I have anything to feel guilty about, it’s depriving him of her, of this for far too long.
Shifting onto my back, I tug at her hair, guiding her head down to my breast. And when her mouth latches over my stiff nipple, I nearly arch right up off the bed. Pleasure floods my system, hot and demanding, and it’s all I can do not to climb right on top of Mia and smother her with my pussy.
“That’s a good girl,” I say instead as she tentatively licks and sucks the stiff peak. “Now the other one.”
With a soft hum of agreement, she shifts her attention to the opposite nipple. And for the first time in my life, I wonder what it might be like to nurse. To have another human latched onto my breast, drinking the milk I made just for her.
Something to research for later. For now, I’m feeling greedy and I want more of my girl’s sweet mouth.
“You did such a good job for me, babygirl,” I praise, my voice low and breathy. “But Mommy wants more.”
I nudge her down, and she obediently shimmies toward my dripping cunt, settling herself between my thighs.
The first tentative touch of her tongue to my throbbing clit is like heaven.
Electric need pulses through my veins as she explores, sweet and slow and a little hesitant at first but growing bolder with every passing second.
“Oh, god.” Tangling my hands in her hair, I roll my hips, pressing myself more firmly against her eager tongue. “Just like that, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”
At my praise, her movements grow even more enthusiastic. Tongue and lips and teeth work at my cunt as she slides two small fingers inside me, curling them up to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves that has stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck! God, baby, yes. Yes, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even pause as she devours my pussy, driving me closer and closer to that shimmering peak.
My husband’s ex. My rival.
My good fucking girl.
Those thoughts spin in my mind as my body shatters, pleasure erupting inside me as a scream rips from my throat and I buck against my babygirl’s mouth. Even now, she doesn’t stop, eagerly drinking the pleasure gushing from my cunt.
Until, at last, I collapse against the bed, gasping for air. “That was fucking incredible, baby. Come here.”
With a happy little hum, she climbs back up to snuggle in my arms. Cupping her cheek, I capture her lips in a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. When I lift my head, her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and a smile curves her lips.
“My good girl,” I murmur, running my thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You did a very good job, baby.”
Her smile widens to a mischievous grin. “Good enough to get me out of that spanking?”
I can’t help but laugh at her cheekiness. “This one time, yes. But that won’t work every time, little girl.”
“If you say so, Mommy.”
Chuckling, I lean in to nip at her full bottom lip. “Keep up the sass and Mommy will make sure you go to bed with a wet, needy little pussy.”
Even more than the spanking, that threat sobers her and she gasps in outrage. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would.” Sliding my hand between her thighs, I cup her soaked pussy, pushing a single finger inside her. “Now, are you going to be my good girl so Mommy can make you feel good? Or are you going to keep being a brat?”
Eyes glazed with lust, she jerks her head up and down. “I’ll be good Mommy, promise!”
“Hmmm. I’m not sure I believe you.”
To make my point, I take my time with her, teasing her to the edge of sanity before yanking her back again. Over and over, I take her to the brink without letting her fall. Every time I do, she begs me for more, promising to be a good girl forever and ever if I just let her come.
It isn’t until she’s a desperate, incoherent mess that I finally push her over. She shatters with a scream as she bucks and writhes under me, her skin slicked with sweat and arousal.
When I’ve finally wrung every ounce of pleasure I can from her body, I tuck her into bed with me. Snuggled beneath the covers with my babygirl, I drop into sleep and dream of the perfect future I can see stretching out in front of us.