Getting A Sugar Momm Chapter 41: Messing Her Completely (R18)

Chapter 41: ssing Her Completely (R18)

I pushed forward, sliding into her tight, soaking heat in one long, smooth thrust.

Mira’s head fell back against the pillow with a broken moan that went straight to my balls. "Yes, ahn~ fuck, Lukas, just like that. Hmm~"

She was velvet around , gripping every inch as I bottod out. For a second I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, savoring the way her walls fluttered and clenched.

Then I started moving.

Slow at first, deep rolls of my hips that dragged against that spot inside her and made her nails dig into my shoulders. Her legs locked around my waist, stockings rasping against my skin, and every thrust pushed a fresh gasp out of her throat.

"Ahn~ yes fuck~ "

The blouse was long gone, skirt and panties sowhere on the floor, but those thigh-highs stayed on like they were painted there. Perfect.

"Harder," she demanded, voice already fraying. "Don’t hold back, baby. I want all of you."

I gave it to her. The bed started creaking rhythmically as I fucked her properly, deep and relentless. Mira’s perfect tits bounced with every impact.

I leaned down and caught one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while I drove into her, and she ca apart with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around my cock like a vice.

"Fuck yeah~ ahnn~~"

First orgasm, and we’d barely started.

I didn’t stop. I rode her through it, grinding deep until she was shaking. When her eyes opened again they were glassy, wild.

"More," she breathed. "Don’t you dare stop."

I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. She pushed back eagerly, ass raised, back arched beautifully.

"God!!!"

I slamd back in from behind and the new angle pulled a guttural sound from her I’d never heard before. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks as I pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

"Yes~ yes~ right there~ fuck, Lukas!" She was losing herself already, pushing back to et every thrust, hair ssy across her back. I reached around and rubbed her clit and she shattered again, screaming into the mattress, thighs quivering violently.

I gave her maybe thirty seconds before I pulled out, cock glistening with her cream, and dragged her off the bed. Her legs were shaky but she grinned at , feral and delighted.

"Living room," I said.

We barely made it down the stairs. Halfway there I pressed her against the wall on the landing, lifting one of her legs and sliding back inside her in one smooth stroke.

Mira’s back hit the wall with a thud and she moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear if they were listening. I fucked her like that—hard, urgent, her breasts pressed against my chest—until her second orgasm (or was it third?) ripped through her and she bit my shoulder to muffle the cry.

Downstairs, I bent her over the back of the couch where we’d had coffee what felt like years ago. The sa couch where she’d first climbed into my lap. I drove into her from behind again, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass lightly. Mira pushed back greedily, completely lost in it now.

"Deeper~ god, you’re so fucking big~ fill

up, sweetheart, oh yes!"

Her voice cracked on the last word as she ca again, soaking my balls, legs buckling. I had to hold her up.

We didn’t stop. I carried her to the kitchen island, set her on the cool marble, and spread her thighs wide. The sight of her like that—flushed, dripping, stockings torn at one knee now, looking at

like I was the only thing in her universe—nearly made

co on the spot.

I buried my face between her legs first, licking and sucking her oversensitive clit until she was grinding against my tongue and begging incoherently. Then I stood up and thrust back inside her, fucking her right there on the counter while dishes rattled in the cabinets.

Mira was gone. The composed, always-in-control woman who ran half the city’s underworld had dissolved into a needy, moaning ss. Sweat slicked her skin. Her tits bounced beautifully with every brutal thrust. She clawed at my back, my shoulders, my hair—whatever she could reach.

"Lukas~ Lukas I’m~ again~ fuck I can’t stop coming—"

She squirted this ti, a hot rush over my cock that dripped down onto the marble. The sight and feel of it snapped sothing in .

I growled, picked her up again, and carried her to the big armchair in the living room. I sat down and pulled her on top, impaling her in one go.

Mira took over imdiately, riding

like she was possessed—hips rolling and slamming down, tits in my face. I sucked and bit at them while she used , her moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure.

"Yes~ baby~ your cock is perfect~ stretching

so good~ mine, you’re fucking mine~"

I gripped her ass and thrust up to et her, driving deeper. She ca so hard her whole body locked up, walls milking

rhythmically. I held on through it, barely.

Not yet.

I stood up with her still impaled on

and walked us back toward the stairs, bouncing her on my cock with every step. Mira buried her face in my neck, whimpering, overstimulated and still greedy.

"Bedroom," she gasped. "Finish inside . Please."

We made it. Barely.

I laid her on the bed again and climbed on top, hooking her legs over my shoulders. The new depth made her eyes roll back. I fucked her with everything I had—long, powerful strokes that punched the air out of her lungs.

The bed slamd against the wall. Mira was a wreck beneath : hair wild, lipstick long gone, mascara smudged, mouth open in constant pleasure.

"Co inside ," she begged, voice hoarse. "Fill your aunt up, Lukas. Give it to ~ every drop~ please baby I need it~ "

That did it.

I buried myself as deep as I could and ca with a guttural groan, pulsing hard, flooding her in thick, endless ropes. Mira ca one final ti with , her pussy spasming wildly, milking every last drop like she never wanted it to end. Her legs shook uncontrollably around .

We stayed locked together for a long minute, panting, trembling. I collapsed half on top of her, careful not to crush her, and she imdiately wrapped her arms around

like she was afraid I’d disappear.

"Jesus Christ," I rasped against her neck.

Mira laughed breathlessly, the sound shaky and utterly satisfied. "That... was worth waiting years for." Her fingers stroked through my hair, tender now. "I lost count after the fifth one. You ruined , sweetheart."

I kissed her slowly, deep and lazy, tasting the salt on her skin. "Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you today."

She humd, pleased, and squeezed around my softening cock still inside her. "Mm. Give

ten minutes and a glass of water, then we’re doing this in the shower. I want you to fuck

against the tiles until I can’t walk straight."

I groaned at the image. "You’re going to kill , Aunt."

"Worth it." She tilted her head and kissed

again, soft and sweet this ti, even as her hips gave a lazy little roll. "I’m keeping you right here. All day. Maybe all week."

We stayed tangled like that, catching our breath, her perfect body warm and soft under mine. The house slled like sex and her perfu. Every room downstairs carried the mory of her moans now.

And we still had the shower, the guest room, and probably the balcony if I played my cards right.

I smiled against her skin.

Best decision I’d ever made.