Her mother's lover

RLE

urned through my curta

last night-his bare chest, the dripping water tracing his tattoos, th

ff, but guilt pressed

e wasn't just some man I could admir

her's

he moment I walked into the kitchen and saw him standing there, shirtless, si

ace as he looked out the window. His gray sweatpants hung low on

y his cock that was extremely visible despite him being on sweatpants. I could see the huge vein that ran down his 14inch cock. Though

slow, delibera

id, voice still

ly, heat flushing

hinted at secrets. Then he lifted the mug agai

ore my kne

n my room until he left for work, or until I could convince myse

doesn't list

inst my bedroom window, blinds tilt

here

ing sent muscles flexing in his arms, tattoos rippling across hard flesh, trousers hanging low enoug

self to l

idn

every swing. My hand slid under my tank top without permissio

door slam

e yard, high and sweet. She called his name, and he turned,

ce burning, my body screamin

I hated her in that moment. Hated the way she could touch him o

re stolen glance

I couldn't

My bare feet padded softly across the hardwood floor as I

ed outside

hrough the cracks and a sound of extremely hot sex. I cou

ld hav

lm to the door, leaning

reak of the bed, the sound of s

en-her

broken,

ees b

the sound threatening to escape. My chest heaved, sh

unding, body aching with a hung

ving me a hot doggy, his lips, and his voice whispering my name instead of hers. The guilt was poi

y, he caugh

into the living room shirtless again, a towel draped over his

yes betr

r traced down his chest. The way h

s gaze snap

fr

didn't call me out, just let the silence stretch until my ski

if I were nothing more

knew b

d s

k

e, waiting for him to look at me again. He didn't. Not once. He laugh

e gave her sl

red, jealousy burned hotter

retreating to my room, p

sn't

o mourn my father. She hadn't cared how it looke

ouldn't stop

him was de

tattoos sliding under my fingers, his lips claiming me with t

throat, sheets tangled around

ead, the shadow in my

nst the frame. His face was hidden i

chi

it

t heaving as I clutched

dn't

t stoo

w, deliberate, before t

g, burning, and d