Chapter 29 The Performance #2
Her arousal painted my chin as I dove deeper, seeking her pleasure.
Beneath me, Teyonah was a beautiful spectacle of pure passion, her body moving in sync with my tongue. There was a rawness to it, a brutal honesty that only intimacy could bring out. As I watched her writhe and heard her gasp, I realized just how right this felt.
I drew back slightly, watching as a shudder ran through her body at the sudden absence of contact.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted in hunger.
"Mommy," I growled against her swollen clit, the word vibrating through the metal bead on my tongue. "Is it time for me to fuck you yet?"
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. "Yes. Please."
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me like a Good little Boy.”
“Mmm.”
“Make Mommy come all over over your cock.”
Pre-cum spilled from my cock.
Rising from between her thighs, I took a moment to gaze upon her. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips swollen and wet. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took.
She was all woman, all want, all mine.
Unzipping my jeans, I reached inside to free my aching cock.
The cool air hit my heated flesh, making me hiss.
Movement flashed from my peripheral and I saw Mrs. Patterson right in the center of the window, clearly trying to get an even better view of my cock. So much that. . .she didn’t even care if she got caught.
Do you see my cock? Do you like how it looks? Do you wish you were Teyonah?
My gaze returned to Teyonah and locked on her.
“Finally.” I began to stroke myself in front of Teyonah, Mrs. Patterson, and anybody else that was up tonight and had a good view.
Hot anticipation surged with each slow pull of my hand.
It was exquisite agony.
“Mmm.” I groaned, my body aching with the need to mark Teyonah.
I yearned to desecrate that flawless skin with my release, to watch it slide down the curves of her breasts like hot white wax dripping down a temple idol. The thought of claiming her that way—pristine brown flesh defiled by my essence—made primal madness brutally twist inside me.
I sneered at her. “Look at my cock.”
Teyonah obliged.
“You’ve been teasing it since I moved in.”
A wicked smirk spread across her lusty face.
“Bad Mommy. I should make you suck on it first.”
“You know I will, baby.”
“Mmm.”
“Mommy could suck it good.”
“Fuckkkk.”
More movement came again at the side.
Mrs. Patterson now had her head pressed against the window’s glass.
So horny and ready to bust, I angled my cock toward Mrs. Patterson to let her see what she could never have.
There you go, so you don’t have to squint. Look at this.
My fist worked over my cock in vicious strokes, each twist of my wrist drawing a groan from somewhere deep and primal. I caught the movement in the shadows—the nosy woman’s eyes watching—and my body responded instantly, hardening even further until it was goddamn unbearable.
Yet, I slowed my pace, putting on a show now, letting Teyonah and our neighbor see how I liked to torture myself, and ready my cock for my woman.
How I hovered at that razor's edge between ecstasy and agony.
Then, Teyonah yanked me out of control. “Stop playing with yourself, baby. Fuck, Mommy.”
“Dear Goddd.” I let go of my cock, put a firm grip on her hips, and aligned my cock at her wet, throbbing entrance. “You want this cock, Mommy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me good, baby.” A low moan slipped from her lips as I pushed my cock deep into her, and those soaked inner walls parted for me, welcoming my cock with a wet, velvety warmth that had my head spinning.
“Oh, God, Mommy. Your pussy is so tight.” I groaned low and fell forward, burying my face in her neck.
“Oh, baby.”
“Shit, Mommy. I can fuck you forever.” I thrust deep within her over and over.
“Good Boy.”
I reached up to cup her bouncing breasts, my fingers pinching and rolling her hardened nipples.
Her breath hitched, her body arching into my touch.
My cock’s rhythm became erratic, spurred by the desperate need to claim her completely, to mark her as my own. “Tell me how much you love this cock, Mommy.”
“I love it so much.”
“Say it again.”
She moaned, “Your cock, baby. . .it’s so damned perfect.”
I drove into her. “That’s right, Mommy, and this cock belongs to you.”
“Oh.”
I groaned, the urge to spill inside her nearly overwhelming, “and this pussy. . .this pussy is all mine.”
“Such a Good Boy,” she whimpered.
Those words made me feel like a goddamn king, I fucked into her harder and faster. The sounds of our bodies colliding reverberated around the room, joining the chorus of our groans and moans. The scent of our mingled arousal filled the air.
Her delicious pussy clenched and released around my cock, milking me.
Suddenly, the creaking sounded above us became louder, more persistent.
It wasn't hard to deduce that Scott was definitely leaving the bedroom.
But I didn’t give a fuck.
Come here, Scott. Let me show you how you should have fucked your wife.
The primal instinct within me was growing stronger, the sight of her beneath me was intoxicating.
"Oh, Mommy," I groaned, "Your pussy feels so fucking good."
She gasped and those tight walls clenched around my cock even more in response.
I could feel the tremors running through her body, each one sending electric jolts of pleasure shooting through my veins.
"Do you like that, Mommy? Do you like how my cock feels inside you?"
"Oh God, yes."
The thrill of her surrender damn near broke me.
"You're so fucking wet, Mommy. So tight.” I pumped my cock harder, deeper, loving the feel of her wet pussy. “So fucking perfect."
Her moans grew louder, filling the otherwise silent kitchen. She was so lost in the pleasure that she wasn’t even trying to keep quiet.
And she was meeting my thrusts, moving that pussy in sync with my cock.
I moved faster, each thrust causing the table beneath us to shake violently in sync with our desperate rhythm.
The tempo of our bodies echoed.
"Tell me again who this pussy belongs to, Mommy."
“You.”
“Me?”
"Yes, baby.”
My eyes flicked to the window.
Mrs. Patterson's silhouette continued to be visible against the faint glow from deeper in her house. She stood close to the glass, one hand braced against the window frame.
The other hand. . .
I couldn't see details, but I didn't need to. The rhythmic movement of her shoulder, the way her head tilted back slightly, the stillness everywhere except that one arm.
She was touching herself.
The pious neighbor.
The judgmental observer.
Reduced to maddening horniness.
The power of it—of being watched, of being the catalyst for her forbidden pleasure—sent blissful lust through my body.
Then, I heard a heavy creak on the stairs and looked that way, still pumping my cock into Teyonah’s wet, warm pussy and loving every thrust.
And what do we have here?
Groaning, I focused my view to the staircase.
The darkness beyond loomed ominously, threatening to burst forth with an unwanted presence at any moment.
Scott's presence.
But the taste of danger fueled my arousal, making everything more intense.
More intoxicating.
With every push inside her, I growled, "Who's your Good Boy, Mommy?"
"You are, Dominic."
I played with those nipples as I fucked her. "Tell me what my cock does to you."
"It. . .makes me. . .crazy.”
“Fuck yeah.”
I moved my hands from her breasts and gripped her hips, keeping her steady even as the table continued its violent dance beneath us. "That's because your body knows it's mine. It hungers for me as much as I hunger for you."
“Y-yes.”
A possessive, savage growl rumbled in my throat.
Another creak sounded.
Fucking Teyonah even harder, I looked up.
And that was when I saw him.
Scott.
On the stairs.
Mmmm.