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I’ve even been willing to fuck her in my wife’s house; I wanted Penelope so much. That speaks volumes.
My hips slap against her as I grip her cheeks, widening them to press my thumb against the nerves of her ass.
“Oh, Jesus fuck,” Penelope cries.
I’d love to fill this spot too, but there’s no time to find out if she could take me. So, I opt for a finger instead.
She falls right over the edge, her pussy strangling my cock, and I slam into her wildly, letting myself go.
Fire rushes down my spine, hitting my balls and sliding along my cock, exploding inside her.
“Ward.”
Thrust after thrust, I jerk out every last drop.
We both shudder from the erotic pleasure as I pull her up against my chest, twist her face, and claim her mouth.
“That’s number one.” I rumble.
CHAPTER SIX
WARD
I DON’T KNOW HOW Ifeel.
Sated.
Exhausted.
Confused.
Penelope is lying on my chest, completely out cold, as I stare at the ceiling of my guest room.
One of them anyway.
I’ve never slept in here before. I have no idea who has. Not the kids. They all have their rooms. Possibly one of the grandkids, but I don’t want to think about that as my sticky cock lays semihard against my stomach.
Or as a woman—not my wife—has my come dripping from her pussy.
This should feel much worse, but it doesn’t.
What the fuck does that say about me? A man who swore his life to a woman forever. I thought it wasmyforever, not hers.
Some days, I hate Tina for leaving me. Like it was her choice.
I knew one day, one of us would go before the other, but not this early. I was forty-fucking-seven. The young don’t really understand, but life is only just getting underway at that age.
The kids had left home, and we had plans. We hadfuckingplans. None of which included me bringing a beautiful woman home into our guest bedroom and wondering if I could fuck her in the ass.
Jesus.
I gently move Penelope off me and head to the ensuite bathroom to clean up. Staring in the mirror, I wonder once again who I am.
Leaning on the sink, I stare down into the basin as the water swirls down the hole and zone out.
Now what?
Now I’m supposed to say goodbye, thank Penelope for another great night, and tell her that I wish her well in life. That I don’t want to fuck her again—which is a lie—and she won’t be the image I think of when next jerking off.