Free No Way Out (The James Family Book 2) by C. M. Steele

wasn’t going to be any different. “Emmy, are you asking for a spanking?”
    “Maybe.” She batted her eyelashes at me before dropping her robe. That swimsuit didn’t reveal as much as I thought. I needed her naked. Fuck, sixteen years later and she was still fucking stunning. Five kids did nothing to reduce her sex appeal. Hell no, I wanted to put more kids into her, but we’d had unprotected sex our entire marriage and our youngest was six. I stroked my cock through my dress pants. The blood left my head when she ran her hands down my forearms. “Damn, Simon, I love when you roll your sleeves up.”
    She purred then slid her hands down to my belt. My cock throbbed as she tormented me. Her tiny fingers slowly removed my belt, then in exaggeration, she painstakingly unzipped my pants. Our eyes met when I let out a groan. The wicked woman was sporting a bright smile. She would pay for it today. We didn’t have time for anything more than one orgasm a piece, but after the kids fall asleep, the dirty Mrs. James was going to get it.
    She unleashed my cock and ran it in between her breasts. My cum dripped onto her cleavage marking it as mine. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked it deep down her throat; I threw my head back and let out a moan which echoed through our room. I’d had enough. Quickly, I lifted her up, tore her bikini bottoms off, and impaled her core onto my cock. She cried out instantly. My mouth clung to hers to stop the screaming. I didn’t want the kids thinking I was killing their mother. With my hands on her ass, I pumped her up and down, fucking her while standing.
    “Yes, Simon...” she murmured. I gave her a spank on her ass cheek because I wanted her to juice on my cock. She loved a little spanking. “More, again.”
    “Emmy, fuck you’re going to make me come.”
    “So am…I,” she cried, an orgasm ripping through her. I emptied my seed deep in her today. We paused in position then heard a knock at the door.
    “Mommy, are you okay?” I closed my eyes trying to not laugh. My youngest was at our door. So fucking glad they knew not to come in without getting permission.
    “I stubbed my toe going to the shower. I’ll be okay after taking a bath. Go aggravate your brother.”
    “Okay,” Declan said with a happy tone in his voice.
    She pressed her head to my sweaty chest. “Homeschooling isn’t an option.”
    “Ha. No, babe, definitely not an option. We live in a mansion and there’s still not enough privacy. Come on, Mrs. James, bath time.”
    THE END.