Begging For Mommy's Pussy

Alexis's patience snapped like a cheap heel. Laney was at her again, yapping about nails, laptops, and how Alexis's car was an embarrassment on wheels. The girl never heard the word 'no.' 'Grow up and get a damn job,' Alexis hissed. Laney flashed that spoiled smile. 'Or you could give me what I want. Your pussy.' Heat crawled up Alexis's neck. That night weeks ago was supposed to be a mistake, not a menu item. She told Laney so. Laney answered with a full-blown tantrum, throwing her voice around until the walls shook. Silence looked pretty good right then. Alexis let the robe slide off her shoulders and knelt. She licked, fingered, kissed every inch Laney demanded. Sweat slicked their skin, breath tangled. When Laney finally leaned back, thighs open wide, Alexis moved over her step-daughter's mouth, giving her what she'd begged for. The first flick of Laney's tongue made Alexis gasp. Heat rolled through her belly, tightening. She ground down, slower, harder, chasing the rush while Laney's bratty little noises vibrated against her. For once the house was quiet—except for the slick sounds and Alexis's low, helpless moans. Maybe raising a spoiled girl had one filthy perk after all.