This was surreal. Ethan was practically a stepson to me, and here he was offering to f**k me, and I was shamefully, desperately down for it.
I wanted to scream ‘Yes!’ to admit I’d gone years without a thick, veiny c**k stretching me open, that my p***y was aching and dripping for it, but the shame kept the words trapped. Instead, I whispered, “Are you sure?... I mean, you can have any woman you want. Hot, young… but you want me?” I had to ask.
“I’m attracted to older women,” he said simply, his voice low and rough. “I love pleasing women like you. Watching you c*m all over my fingers, my tongue, my c**k, that’s what makes me feel like a real man.” His hand slid deeper into my panties, fingers gently brushing my soaked folds. “f**k, you’re already dripping for me.”
I cleared my throat, t
