Page 145 of Yearn

Cock-cardiac arrest.

A full-system collapse.

This was my unraveling.

Fuck medical school.

Fuck tomorrow.

Fuck ever leaving this bed.

I wanted to stay in her forever.

“Do you like that, baby?”

I shuddered. “Y-yes.”

“I tried to be good.” She lifted her hips and then sank down on my cock again.

“Oh, fuck.”

“I tried to be the responsible adult in this matter.” She rose perfectly, teasing me with that soaking warm pussy, and then right when I was going to beg for her pussy to come back, she slipped right down, giving me heat, pressure, wetness, and warmth.

A deep fit.

“I’m done trying to be a good woman.” She licked her lips. “You said I was yours.”

“You are.”

“But you’re definitely mine.” She rode.

“Oh! Oh!”

She was in my head, fucking me up and I could do nothing but take it.

Seal.

Pulse.

Slide.

My mind blanked, went white, then blew out.

Moaning, she leaned over and her forehead rested against mine; her breath shook between us. “I’m such a bad Mommy.”

“I like that.”

“You do?”

“Yes, Mommy. I love your pussy.” I held the backs of her thighs and prayed without sound.

She rose back to sitting and then rocked those hips in some circular pattern that I’d never fucking experienced before and I didn’t breathe so much as gasp in installments, lungs tugging at air that wouldn’t stay.

My pulse climbed into my mouth.

The world brightened at the edges like a whiteout.

I tried to say her name and couldn’t.