Sparks by Yolanda Olson
I letout a moan as Luke pushes deep inside of me. He struggled a bit at first but after a few slaps to the face, a stern reprimand, and a warning that I’d never suck his dick again, he finally folded.
I’ve only ever had two men inside of me like this, the other being his father, but his cock is so much more than just that. I can feel his love for me as he reaches down and pulls my hair, arching my body back toward his. I feel like an actual woman for what feels like the first time again when I feel his breath hot against my neck. The way he reaches around and squeezes my throat, like he knows that I need to be punished for what we’re doing, only strengthens my resolve for our moments together.
“More,” I command him through grit teeth as he continues to fuck me. He’s thrusting into me with conviction, fucking me harder than he ever has, his hand tightening just a little more as I let out a gasp of ecstasy.
Luke lets out a loud moan and I can feel him spill his seed inside of me, but he knows better than to stop until I’m done too. I’ve nicked his balls with a knife before for thinking it was okay to just finish and let me fend for myself.
Luke rests his head against my back for a moment before he pulls out of me, slapping his dick against my ass, then turns me onto my back.
A delicious grin spreads across his face as he leans down and gently bites one of my nipples while he slides himself back into me.
The way our flesh sounds as he rams his dick into me is enough to make anyone jealous, but he’s mine—all mine and no one else will ever have him.
“You about ready there?” he asks me, leaning down to kiss my neck.
I nod and reach my hands up, gripping his shoulders tightly.
Luke nods, the grin still on his face as he leans his body down against mine, wrapping a hand around my throat again.
My boy is so good to me and he loves me and that’s why I’m very proud of our relationship.
No one will ever understand it and that’s not something I care to explain.
“Wait,” I suddenly say, attempting to pry his hands away from my neck. “Luke … wait.”
“No more waiting, Mom,” he breathes, pulling back and giving me a dangerous look.
“Stop!” I screech, immediately regretting my reaction.
My lungs burn.
It’s hard to take in air and stars are exploding before my eyes, but my son continues to apply pressure. He pulls his cock out of me and uses his other hand, wrapping it around the flesh of my throat that the other hand didn’t cover, and pushes me deep into the bed.
I know that look in his eyes.
I’ve seen it in the mirror many, many times before.
I knew I could never save Luke because I only ever wanted to love him.
And now?
He’s found a way to save himself.
