YEARN (Ch 9) [Mommy’s Naughty Boy ]
Mommy’s Naughty Boy Dominic She blinked. “What?” My erection stood out in the air between us, thick, angry, flushed red and dripping pre-cum. Her hand had been on it a moment ago, and every nerve still screamed for her palm again. I couldn’t look away from her face—cheeks warm, pupils wide, lips parted like she was fighting for breath she didn’t want to take. God, she was staring at my cock like she wanted to swallow me whole. And that stare—fuck—it was pure adrenaline, injected straight into my veins. I’d been pacing the edge for months, prescribing myself discipline, dosing myself with civility, and now the restraints had snapped. There was no quarantine, no cage left to hold the sickness she’d awakened. The beast was out. “You’re so damn beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess. I want you to own me. Completely,” I rasped, voice low, throat burning. “And look at you. . .looking at my cock like that. You make me hard, Mommy.” Her breath shuddered. The word landed between us like sin...