Chapter 17

Her voice grew louder, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. “Yes,” she panted. “That’s it, baby.” Jasmine could feel it, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her.

Her movements grew more erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased the elusive release. “I’m cumming,” Jasmine moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

Dante watched her, his eyes filled with desire, his own breath coming in harsh pants. Jasmine’s pussy was a wet, slick mess, glistening in the soft light of the room. She was so close, so fucking close.

And then it hit her, a wave of sensation that had her throwing her head back and screaming. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around his cock as she came hard. Jasmine’s eyes squeezed shut, and she rode the wave of pleasure that crashed over her, her cries filling the room.

The world around her faded away, the only thing that existed was the feeling of her son’s cock against her clit and the intense orgasm ripping through her body. Jasmine felt herself getting lost in the moment, the wrongness of it all fading into the background.

Her movements grew more frantic, her pussy clenching around him as she brought herself to climax once more. “Yes,” she screamed. “I’m cumming, baby. Fuck, yes!”

Dante watched her with a mix of awe and lust. Jasmine’s body was a vision of beauty and passion, her skin flushed with desire, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He had never seen anything more erotic in his life.

Her swollen pussy spread around his cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Jasmine’s nails dug into his chest, leaving marks that would linger long after they had finished.

As Jasmine’s orgasm subsided, her body slowly relaxed, collapsing onto his. Her breasts, flushed and sensitive, pressed against his chest, her heart hammering in a frantic rhythm that matched his own. Their sweat mingled, creating a warm, sticky sheen that made her skin glisten in the low light. Jasmine felt the heavy weight of his cock trapped between their bodies.

Dante wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his own breathing still ragged. Jasmine’s head lay on his chest, her eyes closed, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers traced gentle patterns across her back, soothing her like a lover would. Jasmine’s body was still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure leaving her feeling both satisfied and empty at the same time.

The room was filled with the sweet scent of sex and the sound of their mingled breaths. Jasmine’s mind raced with a tumult of emotions, her body feeling both used and cherished. She knew she should feel guilty, that she should be disgusted by what they had just done. But all she could feel was a deep sense of contentment, a feeling that she hadn’t experienced in years.

For a moment, Jasmine allowed herself to revel in the warmth of their embrace, the illicit nature of their union adding a thrill to the mix. But as the haze of pleasure began to clear, the reality of what they had done began to settle in, like a fog that refused to lift. Jasmine’s eyes snapped open, and she pushed herself up, the weight of their secret suddenly pressing down on her chest like a leaden blanket.

They stared at each other, the silence thick with unspoken words. Jasmine’s chest heaved, her eyes searching his for any sign of regret. But all she found was a smoldering desire that mirrored her own.

Dante’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. She felt his hips shift beneath her and once again the tip of his cock was pressed against her waiting pussy.

Her breath hitched as she watched him, the hunger in his gaze making her feel alive, making her want to give him everything he wanted, everything she had been denying herself for so long.