Chapter 487: Slutty Mother Angela 3

I pulled her off with a wet pop, my cock glistening with her saliva, a thick string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the tip.

"Enough." My voice was rough, my fingers tracing the outline of her lips before I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Now it’s time to fuck that tight little asshole of yours."

Angela whimpered, her thighs trembling, but she obeyed, turning and bending over the arm of the sofa. Her hands gripped the fabric so hard her knuckles turned white as she spread her cheeks, presenting that perfect, trembling ass to me.

Her puckered hole was already glistening from her own spit, winking obscenely, still twitching from the rim job I’d given her.

"Dexter—! Please—! Be gentle—!" Her voice was breathy, pleading, but her hips betrayed her, pushing back slightly, already craving the stretch.

"I won’t be." My voice was a dark promise, my cock pressing against her entrance.

I spat on my fingers, rubbing them in slow, teasing circles around her asshole, stretching her just enough to make her whine. "You’re going to take every inch, Angela. And you’re going to love it."

"Ah—!" Angela’s cry was sharp as I pushed forward, the head of my cock breaching her tight ring, her body resisting before giving way.

"It’s too big—! Dexter—! I can’t—!" Her fingers clawed at the sofa, her voice breaking as I sank deeper.

"You can." My voice was a growl, my hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back to force her spine to arch, opening her up even more. "You’re my wife. My slut. And you’re going to take my cock in that tight little asshole like the good girl you are."

Her ass swallowed my cock inch by inch, her body trembling, her cries muffled against the sofa as I bottomed out inside her.

"Fuck—!" My groan was raw, my hips rolling as I started to fuck her, my cock pistoning in and out of her ass, her tightness choking me. "You’re so tight, baby. Your ass is milking my cock like a greedy little slut."

"D-Dexter—! It hurts—! It’s tearing me—!" Angela sobbed, her fingers digging into the sofa, her body trembling with the effort of taking me.

"I know." My voice was a dark purr, my hand snaking around to find her swollen, throbbing clit.

I rubbed it in tight, relentless circles, my fingers slick with her juices. "But you love it. You love being my little ass slut, don’t you?"

"Y-Yes—!" Angela’s admission was a broken, desperate cry, her body clenching around me as I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her pussy. "Fuck, Dexter—! I’m your slut—! Your whore—!"

"That’s right." My voice was a growl, my fingers pressing harder against her clit as I felt her ass flutter around my cock. "Cum for me, Angela. Cum with my cock, tearing your asshole open."

Outside the door—

Veronica and Mary had been frozen in place, their bodies pressed against the doorframe, their breaths shallow and ragged. The sounds—Angela’s desperate moans, the wet slap of skin, the obscene squelch of her ass being fucked—had their panties soaked, their thighs clenched tight.

Veronica’s hand was shoved between her legs, her fingers rubbing frantically against her clit through the fabric of her skirt. Her other hand covered her mouth, stifling her own whimpers as she watched her mother’s ass stretch obscenely around my cock.

"Fuck..." she breathed, her hips rolling involuntarily, her pussy throbbing with forbidden need.

Mary’s legs were pressed together, her fingers digging into her thighs as she bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

"N-No..." she whimpered, but her eyes never left the scene, her breath hitching every time Angela cried out. Her panties were damp, the fabric clinging to her folds, her body betraying her with every second.

I pulled out suddenly, my cock glistening with her ass juices, and before Angela could react, I pressed the tip against her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles.

"D-Dexter—! What are you—? Ah—! N-No—!" Angela’s voice cracked, her body jerking as the sensitive bundle of nerves was stimulated by the thick ridge of my cockhead. "It’s too much—! I can’t—!"

"You can take it." My voice was a dark chuckle, my cock dragging through her folds, coating itself in her dripping wetness before pressing back against her clit.

"You’re going to cum for me again, Angela. And then you’re going to beg for my cock back in that tight ass of yours."

"N-No—! Ah—! Fuck—!" Angela’s hips bucked wildly, her body betraying her as her clit swelled even more, her pussy gushing with fresh arousal. "Dexter—! Please—! I can’t—!"

I slapped her clit—once, twice—hard.

"Ah—!" Angela screamed, her body convulsing as a small, humiliating squirt escaped her, soaking the sofa beneath her. "N-No—! Oh god—! They’ll hear—!"

"Let them." My voice was a dark growl, my cock pressing back against her asshole, teasing the entrance. "Now put me back inside, Angela. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Angela whimpered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, but she reached back, gripping my cock and lining it up with her asshole.

With a desperate, vengeful moan, she pushed back, her tight ring swallowing me inch by inch, her ass clenching around me like a vise.

"Fuck—!" My groan was raw, animalistic, my hands gripping her hips as she fucked herself on my cock, her ass milking me with every roll of her hips. "That’s it, baby. Take it. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass."

"Ah—! Dexter—! It’s so deep—!" Angela sobbed, her body shaking, her ass clenching around me so tight it almost hurt. "I’m gonna cum again—! Fuck—!"

I slapped her clit again—harder this time—and she screamed, her ass locking around my cock as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squirting again, her juices dripping down her thighs.

"Good girl." My voice was a dark purr, my hips snapping forward, fucking her through her orgasm, my cock pounding her ass until she was nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess.

With a final, animalistic groan, I buried myself deep, my cock pulsing as I filled her ass with my cum, marking her, claiming her.

Angela collapsed onto the sofa, her body spent, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her ass still twitching around the last drops of my release.

She didn’t notice the door clicking shut, didn’t notice the soft, hurried footsteps retreating down the hall—Veronica and Mary, their panties soaked, their legs clenching, their minds racing with forbidden, filthy thoughts.

But I did.

And I knew—this was only the beginning.