Chapter 6 Bryce
I groan as the pulsing of Penelope’s pussy makes me come. I shoot my load into the condom and wish it was her pussy I was coating with cum.
Next time.
If there is a next time. I’ve wanted Penelope for some time, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to let go after this. I know it’s terrible to lust after your son’s girlfriend, but Penelope is special. She makes me feel alive every time I’m around her.
Like now.
I look at her face as she comes on my cock. She’s screaming my name and gripping my shaft.
“Yes, baby. Good girl. You’re such a good girl, Penelope. Yes, ride that cock, baby. It’s all yours,” I praise her.
Goddamn it, I can’t let her go.
She’s mine.
I kiss her face, down to her neck and chest, as our orgasms simmer down and we return to reality. I swear that orgasm chucked me into another stratosphere. I kiss each of her nipples, then back up to her soft lips. We lie intertwined as we catch our breath, kissing tenderly and running our hands over each other’s bodies. I pull back and look into Penelope’s eyes. Her eyelids are hooded, and a gentle smile curls on her face.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, petting her cheek with my thumb.
“Hmm, amazing.” Penelope yawns and closes her eyes.
I run my nose over hers, and she giggles, making her whole body shake. She makes me smile. But I’m also aware that I need to pull out before there’s an accident. I slowly draw out of her sweet warmth and discard the condom. Immediately after, I tuck Penelope into the sheet and curl behind her, holding her close to me.
I caress her soft stomach as we slowly fall asleep. She’s the first asleep, her breath coming in evenly.
Thoughts of this situation fill my mind.
Penelope dated my son. Cameron cheated on Penelope. She came here to piss off Cameron, and I’m the bastard that helped her do it. I wanted her too much. When she came to my office, I wanted to say yes, so I had to send her home. The moment she said, ‘fuck me,’ I wanted to pull her against me and ravage her on my desk.
But the rational part of me stepped in and told her to wait.
I should never have touched her. But now that I have, I’m not letting her go—difficulties be damned.
Thoughts of Cameron come into my mind, and I consider his feelings in all this. On the one hand, he lost her by being irresponsible. On the other hand, it’ll be awkward as hell between us.
I sigh.
It’s already uncomfortable between him and me. After the divorce, Cameron spent most of his time with his mom. That was the beginning of our relationship falling apart. I worked more often, and Cameron focused on school and sports. He came around a few times, mainly to borrow my car. It would be great to have a more stable relationship. If we did, I might not be so afraid of this development ruining our relationship.
I might’ve taught him how he should treat women if we did. The first lesson is: don’t fucking cheat on them.
But it’s over now. I know I should talk about this with him soon. But as Penelope curls deeper into the sheets and wiggles her butt into my crotch, it gets harder for me to think about it.
A possessive growl rumbles through my chest, telling me she’s mine. Regardless of what happens, this will remain true.
Penelope is my woman now.
The following day, I pull on a clean T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants after a hot shower. When I turn, I see Penelope staring at my pants the way she looks at my cock. Her same erotic stare is so captivating.
“They’re just pants,” I say, a little confused as to why a pair of pants can be as arousing for her as my dick.
She chuckles. “Trust me. They are not just pants.” Penelope snickers and bites the blanket.
I look down at myself and realize the pants do a pretty good job outlining my cock. Even when soft, the material shows off what I got. Well, this answers so many questions about why women stare at me when I go out for a run in these pants.
I chuckle and approach her. As I get close, she leans over and cups my hardening cock, rubbing it through the cotton. I should be getting breakfast ready, but I want to feel her mouth wrapped around me.
I lean down and capture her mouth with mine. Giving her a passionate and deep kiss before pulling away and heading to the kitchen. I hear her whine as I leave and chuckle.
I pull out the eggs from the refrigerator as well as bread, butter, and orange juice. I take a couple of tomatoes from the counter and cut them up as the pan heats up on the stove.
When I crack the eggs, and the sounds of sizzles fill the room, Penelope comes in wearing my T-shirt.
“Fuck, you look amazing in my T-shirt.” I groan, and Penelope grins.
“Thanks,” she spins around, then sits on the stool opposite the counter.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
“Well,” Penelope says, smiling demurely, “I was thinking that maybe we just stay here and have more sex if that’s okay with you.”
“That’s perfectly okay with me,” I say and lean over, giving her a kiss on the nose.
After breakfast, I place her on the dining table and kiss her. She tastes like orange juice.
So fucking sweet.
Her legs wrap around me, and I can feel the heat of her pussy as she grinds against my cock.
“God, I’ll never get enough of you, Penelope.” I groan, running my hands down her back and then down her thighs.
I grip them and pull them apart. Kneeling on the floor, I press my face into her pussy. She’s not wearing any underwear, so I can lick her arousal right out of her. Penelope grips my hair with one hand and holds onto the table with the other. Her hips move against my face, and her moans fill the room.
“Oh, my God, Bryce. Yes. That feels so good,” she moans.
I slide my tongue between her folds and kiss her clit. Then I suck on it, and she cries out. I chuckle, and the vibration makes her shiver. As my tongue starts working on her clit, her thighs begin to shake.
“Mmm, yes, baby. Come on my face. That’s it.” I groan against her skin, then suck on her clit.
Penelope collapses onto the table as she gives me a whole-body orgasm. She shakes and squeezes my head in between her legs.
Fuck, is this what heaven feels like? Having a beautiful woman come on my tongue.
I stand and pull her against me and kiss her.
Penelope looks at me with a teasing gaze and shoves me back a bit. She climbs off the table and switches potions with me. Now I’m sitting on the table, and Penelope palms my erection.
I lift my hips off the table, knowing exactly what she’s getting at. She pulls my sweatpants off. My cock springs free, aching and rigid. Pre-cum drips out the tip, and Penelope catches it with her tongue.
I inhale a sharp breath as she grips me with her soft hand and slides it up and down my shaft. She’s so gentle, and it’s like getting a hand-job from a cloud. When she sucks me down into her hot mouth, it’s even better. Penelope cups my balls and rolls them, and I shout to the ceiling.
“Fuck!” I grip her hair, only to hold on for dear life as her head bobs up and down on my cock.
I feel my balls draw up, and I warn Penelope.
“I’m going to come, baby.” I groan, and she responds by squeezing my balls.
I come in her mouth. Jets of cum shoot down her throat. Penelope drinks every drop of me. When she pulls back, her lips popping as she releases my cock, I lean down and kiss her, tasting us both. When I pull back, I take her to the couch for more.
We make love for hours, and by the evening, Penelope is ready for a shower.
“I’m going to take a shower. Then maybe we can go out for dinner,” she offers, and I nod.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say, and she leaves.
I think about joining her, but I should let her relax. She’s probably sore as hell.
I sit in the living room when I hear the front door open. Fuck. Who the hell is that?
I set down the magazine I picked up and head to the door.
When I turn the corner, I see Cameron knocking off the snow from his shoes and putting his knapsack on the ground.
“Um, hey, man,” I say, running my hands through my hair.
This isn’t good.
“Hey, Dad. I just came here to pick up the jacket. I can still borrow it, right?”
“Um, yeah, of course,” I stutter and try to figure out a plan. If he goes into my bedroom, he might run into Penelope. At the least, he’ll hear the shower on.
He takes off his boots and walks to my bedroom.
“Listen, Cameron, why don’t you let me get it?” I follow right behind him, but Cameron just waves me off.
“What? Don’t trust me, Dad?” Not when it comes to my clothes, at least.
He steps into my bedroom as Penelope steps out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet, and she’s only wearing a towel.
Fuck.