"I thought you left with mom and Harley?" I grabbed his coat off of the coatrack & put it on.
"Nahhh..." He walked over to me. I backed away, until my back hit the wall.
"Bryson stop." I told him. "What're you doing?" He was now towered over me, me being in between the wall & him. He half chuckled.
"Somethin I should've done along ass time ago." I moaned at the depth in his voice. Just by the sound of his voice made me moist. He smirked, snaking his hands into the coat I was wearing.
Caressing my body with his large hands, making their way to my backside & giving it a tight squeeze.
"BRYSON!!" I moaned out as he started to kiss on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tightly gripping his short curls, softly moaning in his ear.
I want this, I want him so bad but I can't. He's married.....and to MY MOM! I'm not a home wrecker. I'm not willing to ruin a happy home, but I have intimate feelings for Bryson. I can't break my mother's heart. But actions speak louder than words, and my actions craved for Bryson Djuan Tiller!
"Oh Bryson..." I moaned, riding him on the sofa. We wouldn't've made it upstairs.....we barely made it to the sofa.
"Shit!" He slapped my ass & I picked up my pace. "Fuck [your first initial]!"
"Bryson I'm cummin!" I cried out to him.
"Wait for daddy, babygirl..." He lifted me up & roughly slammed me down on him. I gasped.
"Daddy I--" I was cut off by high pitched screams.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"OH HELLLLLL NO!"
I looked up to my mom & Harley covering her face with my mom's leg. I jumped off of Bryson.
"Fuck!" I mumbled, hiding my face in my hands.
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Your mom in the MM..