Chapter 39 FUCKING MY EX’S GRANDMA IN HER KITCHEN PART 2
I pounded into her, hard and dominant, the kitchen echoing with the slap of skin on skin. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her walls clenching me like a vice. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with our scents—her floral perfume mixed with sex. I kissed her again, deep and possessive, swallowing her moans as I drove deeper, hitting that spot that made her scream.
She came first, her pussy spasming around my cock, juices flooding as she shuddered, whispering my name like a prayer.
I kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release, but held back, wanting more. Our breaths mingled, bodies locked in this forbidden heat, the groceries forgotten on the floor.
I pulled out of her slowly, my cock slick with her juices, still throbbing hard. Margaret's eyes fluttered open, hazy with that afterglow, her chest heaving as she looked at me like I was the only thing in her world. The way she surrendered, this elegant 65-year-old woman craving my young strength—it twisted something deep in me, a mix of raw lust and this unexpected tenderness. I wanted more, to own her completely, to make her feel every bit of the dominance she secretly hungered for.
'Not done yet,' I growled, my voice thick with need. I helped her down from the counter, her legs wobbly, soft curves brushing against my muscles. She turned instinctively, bracing her hands on the cool granite, her ass presented to me like an invitation. That skirt was still bunched around her waist, her panties tangled at her ankles. I kicked them aside, my hands gripping her hips, feeling the give of her mature flesh under my fingers.
The kitchen air hung heavy with our scents—sweat, sex, the faint tang of her arousal. I stepped back just enough to admire her: silver hair falling loose, back arched slightly, pussy still glistening from our fuck, pink and swollen. The age gap hit me again, fueling the fire; she was twice my age, experienced, yet trembling for my control. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass cheek, the slap echoing sharp in the small space. Her skin jiggled, a red mark blooming instantly.
'Oh!' she gasped, her body jolting forward, but she pushed back toward me, wanting it. The sound of her surprise mixed with pleasure sent a rush through me. I slapped her again, harder, the other cheek this time, watching it redden under my palm.
'You like that, don't you? Being bent over for a young guy like me.'
'Yes... God, yes, Jake,' she moaned, her voice breaking, emotional edges creeping in. 'I've never... it's been so long since anyone took charge like this.'
Her words hit me, stirring that intimate pull—her vulnerability making my dominance feel even more intense, like I was unlocking something forbidden in her.
I positioned myself behind her, my thick cock nudging her wet folds. One hand on her hip, the other tangling in her hair, I tugged her head back gently, asserting my hold. Then I thrust forward, burying my dick deep into her tight pussy in one powerful stroke. She was so wet, so hot, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. The sensation gripped me—her walls fluttering from her recent orgasm, milking my length as I filled her completely.
'Fuck, you're tight,' I groaned, starting to pound into her with raw power. Each thrust slammed my hips against her ass, the slaps of skin mixing with the wet sounds of my cock driving in and out.
I set a brutal rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hitting deep, making her body rock forward against the counter. The edge dug into her palms as she gripped it, knuckles white, her moans loud and unrestrained now, filling the kitchen.
'Jake! Harder... please,' she cried, arching her back to meet my thrusts, her soft body yielding to my force. Her breasts swayed beneath her open blouse, nipples hard against the cool air. I watched her ass ripple with every impact, the red handprints my marks of possession.
The emotional weight crashed over me—seeing her like this, lost in pleasure, her warm eyes glancing back at me over her shoulder, filled with a mix of lust and something deeper, like trust. It made me fuck her even harder, my muscles flexing, sweat dripping down my chest.
I grabbed her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her curves, pulling her onto my cock with each plunge. 'Take it all, Margaret. This pussy is mine right now.'
I slapped her ass again, the sting making her clench tighter around me, her juices coating my balls as they slapped against her. She was dripping, the counter slick beneath her, her breaths coming in ragged sobs. The intimacy of it all—the way she responded to my dominance, her mature body craving my youth—pushed me closer to the edge.
'You're so strong... so young and hard for me,' she whimpered, her voice laced with awe and emotion, pushing back frantically to match my rhythm. Her pussy fluttered, building toward another peak, and I felt my own control slipping. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding up to cup a breast, pinching her nipple roughly while I fucked her relentlessly. Our bodies moved in sync, slick and urgent, the kitchen a blur of heat and need.
Her moans turned to screams, body tensing as she gripped the counter edges, arching perfectly into me.
'I'm coming... Jake, don't stop!'
Her walls spasmed hard around my cock, squeezing me in waves, her release soaking us both. The sight of her unraveling, the feel of her trembling under me—it shattered my restraint. I thrust deep one last time, burying myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing as I came with a guttural groan. Hot spurts filled her pussy, marking her inside, our climaxes crashing together in that fierce, urgent release.
We stayed locked like that, breaths ragged, my arms wrapped around her waist to hold her up. She sagged against the counter, soft and spent, but her hand reached back to touch mine, a quiet intimacy in the aftershocks. I kissed her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin, knowing this forbidden desire was far from over—craving even more ways to explore her, to deepen this raw connection.