Chapter 124 I Caught My Mother Cheating

Chapter 124 I Caught My Mother Cheating
Emma

I walk back to the party and my legs feel like they are going to give out on me. I am so close to the heat of the flames burning in me. My body is on fire. I really need to be with someone. Knox is already gone.

I bite my lips. Scratch my neck and arm like a junkie who needs a fix. I hurry down the hallway, which's really quiet. The need to be fucked gets stronger every second. 

I look around, then I stop walking. I think about calling Knox and asking him to drive  back so we can be together. 

Maybe we can find a room or do it in his car. These thoughts make my face feel really hot. I shake my head to make them go away.

Then a door catches my attention. I push it open and hurriedly go in. Locking the door behind me. 

My heart is pounding in my ears as I look around the room. It is really nice,  there is a bed and expensive furniture in the room. There's no sign of anybody in here. I breathe out in relief.

But my pussy clenches hard and greedy for Knox's dick. If Knox had not fingered my pussy a few minutes ago, I wouldn't be feeling this way.

Now I am a mess. I sit on the bed. The duvet feels cool against my skin. I kick my heels off. And they fall to the floor.

Then I spread my legs wide, putting my feet on the edge of the bed. My dress goes up around my waist. I do not even care. 

My hand goes between my legs and my fingers feel all the wetness that Knox left. I am really slick as my fingers glide easy over my skin. The first touch makes me gasp.

I put two fingers inside myself. They feel good as I curl them. Searching for that spot that Knox pressed earlier. 

When I find it, my hips lift off the bed. I moan, my other hand pulls my dress down. My breasts come out, jiggling softly. They are heavy and aching for a touch and rough squeezing. My nipples are so hard.

I cup one breast, squeezing it hard. My thumb rubs circles over my nipple. It feels so good. 

I start moving my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. I moan, filling the room. It makes my body hot as I finger fuck my wet pussy.

My palm presses hard against my cunt every time I thrust. My hips rock up to meet my hand.

It is still not enough. My fingers feel small and too gentle. I need Knox. I need him to fill me, and pound me harder. 

I see a pillow against the headboard and I reach for it. I drag it down between my legs and straddle it. The fabric presses against my skin and it feels good.

I lean forward, grip the headboard with both hands and start riding the pillow. I imagine it is Knox under me, his thick cock buried all the way inside me. 

I grind down harder and press my weight onto the pillow. Feeling it push against my entrance. My skin throbs against the fabric sending fire through my body.

I reach down, pinch my nipple hard and roll it between my fingers. My hips keep moving, messier. Sweat runs down my body, mixing with the wetness. 

I whisper Knox's name. I picture his hands on my skin, his mouth on my neck. My rhythm turns wild. I hump the pillow with everything.

The heat tightens low in my belly. I slam down one time, pressing my skin hard against the pillow and rock in fast movements. 

The pleasure hits me like a storm. My body clenches hard, pulsing gushing heat. I keep grinding, dragging every tremor out until I am shaking, oversensitive and gasping for air.

I fall forward and rest my forehead on the headboard, letting my breathing slow. 

My skin feels sticky everywhere. My heart still races. I stay like that for a moment, letting the shivers fade. My body reminds me how desperate I got, how badly I needed release.

Slowly I sit up, push the pillow to the side and stare at the spot. It is proof of how I let myself get carried away. 

My cheeks burn. The shame feels distant, almost sweet because it was all for Knox. I lift my hand. My fingers are still glistening. Without thinking, I bring them to my lips. Tasting myself, salty and sweet.

I stand up, tug my dress up and smooth the fabric down my hips. I run my fingers through my hair, push the strands behind my ears and wipe my mouth. Then I slip my heels on. Trying to pull myself back together.

I take one look around the room, the bed, the soaked silk reminding me of how I fucked myself.

My stomach twists with a mix of thrill and shame. I need to go to the party, smile, nod, sip champagne and pretend I am not still trembling.

I walk to the door, turn the lock and crack it open. I check the hallway. 

Then I step out, closing the door behind me as gently as I can.

Then I freeze. 

My eyes bulge wide in shock. 

Right there, my mother is kissing Mr. Carter, not a kiss but a real deep hungry kiss. 

Her fingers are buried in his hair. His hands are firm on her waist pulling her body against his.

The music from the party sounds fake and mocking.

My mother tilts her head as she kisses Mr. Carter deeper, her fingers tightening in his hair like she is anchoring herself to him. 

They still have not noticed me standing here frozen, my jaw slack, my eyes wide like I have been slapped across the face. 

I swallow hard, forcing air into my lungs. Then I force my legs to work, taking one step back, then another, trying not to let my heels click, and not to let my breathing turn into sobs.

My chest feels tight, my skin prickling with sweat. I keep my eyes on my mother and Mr. Carter, terrified that any second, one of them will turn and see me. 

I back away slowly, until the corner hides me then I hurry toward the lights and voices of the party, my steps fast, uneven almost tripping in the heels. 

My mind spins in shock.

How can my mother be cheating with Mr. Carter, a board member at the company?