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She didn't.

She leaned closer to the glass instead and fogged it with her heavy breathing.

You want to be fucked like Teyonah don’t you? Sorry. This is only her cock. No one else can have it.

God's supposed watchdog was just another sinner.

Just more broken.

More desperate.

More hungry for what she pretended to condemn.

"Dominic!" Teyonah cried out beneath me, unaware of our audience.

Mrs. Patterson's mouth moved.

I couldn't hear her, but I could read some of the words:Oh Lord. Oh Lord Jesus.

Praying or coming.

Maybe both.

I smiled, drove deeper into Teyonah, and watched the righteous Mrs. Patterson shudder against her window, undone by the very thing she'd spent all week condemning with scripture and side-eye.

Tomorrow she'd probably be back on her porch with that Bible, ready to judge.

Tonight she was just another voyeur getting off on other people's pleasure.

Just another hypocrite.

Just another person I could destroy if she ever tried to threaten what was mine.

I made sure Scott was nowhere near, in fact he appeared to be doubled over again.

Then, I shifted to a steady rhythm, and my gaze lowered to where our bodies connected, my cock sliding relentlessly in and out of her drenched pussy.

Pleasantly obscene.

The sight was violently carnal and raw, beautiful in its primal simplicity in its raw beauty.

My glistening length disappeared between her warm plump lips, only to reappear slick and creamy wet, her arousal coating me.

FUCK!

The sight of her pussy taking me in, swallowing me whole, was enough to make my cock twitch inside her.

She shrieked.

Delicious pressure rose in my balls. They tightened with savage promise, so heavy with what I would soon paint across her insides. But I held back, wanting to prolong this exquisitemoment, to steep myself in the decadent visuals that played before me.

She mumbled, “I forgot it. . .could feel. . .this good.”

Her words hit me harder than they should have.

This wasn't just sex for her.

This was resurrection.