Page 58 of Under His Control

“Spit in my hand.”

She darts a glance between my face and my hand, confusion then suspicion crossing her face.

I distrust her.

She distrusts me.

We make quite a pair, don’t we?

She finally tilts forward and spits in my hand. I groan when I smear her warm saliva along my length.

I’m hard as fuck in my palm. The wet sound of my stroking fills the quiet. I wish it was her mouth covering my cock in her spit instead of my hand.

Her dumbfounded stare makes me throb in my grasp. Fuck. Why do the simplest things about her turn me on?

“Were you still thinking about your professor when you came?”

I slide my free hand along her right thigh, relishing her softness against my fingers. She tenses under my touch.

“Yes.”

My caress on her thigh becomes a squeeze.

“Still a dirty fucking liar, huh?”

Penelope averts her gaze and the guilt on her face makes me smile. I bend over her and it takes everything in me not to guide myself just a few inches lower and slide into her.

I know we can’t fuck you, but I really want to.

It’s bad enough I already crossed a pretty big line tonight. I can’t take a flying leap over the largest one when terrible consequences await me on the other side.

She splays her hands on my chest and tries to push me back. Her forehead could’ve been a scrolling marquee because I read her panicked thoughts clearly.

“Get off of me! I should’ve known you would take this too far!”

I tut then smile. “You think so little of me when all I’m thinking about is my mouth on your tits…”

My gaze dips to her breasts. They’re round and heavy, and my mouth waters with need to taste those rosy peaks. Flick them with my tongue. Make her cry out when I bite them. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen when she sucked them. I almost came in my pants.

“…and my face between your legs…”

I lick my lips, savouring the faint taste of her still lingering in my mouth. I tug myself faster as my mind goes back in time to a few minutes ago. Right after sucking her fingers, I would’ve stuck my tongue inside her pussy and enjoy her sweetness straight from the source.

In my mind, she’s squirming as I lick her like my life depends on it. Her hands are in my hair, gasps and moans falling from her lips as she comes in my mouth. I would be on top of her in seconds.

“I’m imagining I’m pushing my cock into you now… your sweet little pussy is squeezing me tight… fuck… you’re moaning my name… begging me to go deeper…”

Penelope’s resistance fades. Her eyes are glassy and her lips are slightly parted. She curls her fingers into my shirt and her touch, her scent, and her presence right under me makes the scene in my head almost real.

We could make it real.

My grip around my cock is firmer than the one on my self-control.

We can’t. I can’t.

I close my eyes, my body shaking from the struggle not to give in to what I really want. My release builds and I’m swelling in my grasp, barely able to hold myself up so I don’t crush Penelope.

In reality, I’m pumping my hand faster. In my head, I’m a sick fuck, pounding my ex-stepdaughter into my bed, her tight, wet pussy pulling me closer to the edge until I fall right over.