The Stepmom

CHAPTER 12

A/N: 🔞EXPLICIT CONTENT.

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As I made my way to the parking lot I felt like I needed fresh air, so instead of taking a car I decided to take a motorcycle. I swiped the keys, grabbed my helmet, got on the motorcycle and drove off. The instant rush of adrenaline surging through my body as I raced through traffic was comforting. A feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. As I swerved to the right taking a different lane and followed it with no apparent destination in mind.

When I finally came to my senses, looked around skeptically, slowing down a bit, wondering where I was. Soon a familiar building came to view causing a faint smile to invade. I turned right and headed to the said building's parking lot.

I had no idea if Paris was home or not. We hadn't spoken in a while but I was not thinking about that right now. All I could think about was her naked arse in my hands as I hurried up the stairs to the top floor where her apartment was. My heart started racing as I approached the familiar door. I knocked three times and waited impatiently. Footsteps thumped as she approached. She unlocked the door and opened it. She froze upon seeing me. Her mouth gapped but I kissed her before she could say anything. She reciprocated pulling me inside. I heard a faint thud as the door closed behind me. I dropped my helmet and keys on the floor and cupped her face, deepening the kiss as we stumbled towards the living room.

Breathlessly, she began taking off my clothes, her eyes locked on mine. We embraced the burning desire, our lips dancing rhythmically as our  tongues intertwined. I munched on her lips as I picked her up and gently put her on the couch. I stood and watched her as she unbuttoned her jeans, her lustful eyes still locked on mine. I scanned her up and down, enjoying the beautiful sight. Her hard nipples peeped through the thin nylon fabric begging to be released. I kneeled before her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. My hand slipped under the nylon top and she slouched backwards releasing the air she'd been holding in. I munched on her nipples and she moaned, opening her legs unconsciously. I trailed my kisses down to her core.

I gently rubbed my fingers on her moist panties before sliding them to the side and munching on her clit.  She moaned, her waist moving to the rhythm. I slid my finger in and stroked slowly.

I put my finger infront of my nose and breathed in, the smell hitting me like that of nicotine. It was addictive. I sucked on my finger, letting her taste fill my mouth. I slouched backwards, taking one long breath.
In that moment I felt like an addict after that first heroine dose of the day. Splitting her legs, I pulled her to the edge of the couch, pulled her panties to the side and licked her clean. Her moans echoed throughout the room as my tongue danced on her clit. I slid my finger in, then two and stroked in and out gradually increasing the speed causing Paris to arch her back moaning louder. It was music to my ears. My heart danced. I missed that sound so much. Her juices filled my mouth as she burst in an orgasm. No words can describe the ecstasy I felt at that moment. Her taste lingered on my tongue as I got up, bent down and kissed her.