The Comfort Of Her Bosom

Jayden walks into Lauren's place looking like he got hit by a truck. His folks found out about the two of them and blew a damn gasket. They sent him over to end it like he’s their messenger boy. He’d do anything except actually break up with her—he’s crazy about her. But he doesn’t see a road out of this mess. Lauren shuts that shit down fast. Nobody gets to tell grown folks who they fuck or who they love, and if she has to pull the boss card, she’ll yank it so hard the walls shake. Jayden tells her that’ll only make the fallout worse and admits he’s got zero clue what to do next. She reads him in half a second: he’s wrecked. She drags him straight into her chest and tucks his face between her soft tits, rocking him nice and slow until the tension starts leaking out of his shoulders. He breathes her in, then presses an open-mouthed kiss to one heavy breast. A second later his tongue drags across the nipple, tasting warm skin and the quick hitch of her breath. He latches on and sucks, gentle at first, then greedier, his hands cupping the other heavy globe, thumbs flicking over its stiff peak. Lauren slides her fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp just right. “That’s it,” she murmurs, voice low and hot. “Use me. Let it go.” The worry drains out with every pull of his mouth. His cock swells thick against her thigh, obvious through his jeans. She reaches down, palms him, feels him throb, and gives a slow squeeze that makes him moan around her nipple. That sound flips something between them. She pulls his shirt over his head, pops the button on his pants. In seconds her tits are bare, bouncing as he shoves her onto the couch and yanks her skirt up. He sinks in deep on the first thrust—bare, urgent, no preamble. Lauren wraps her legs high around his waist, heels digging into his ass to drag him harder. Their rhythm turns sloppy fast, skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy taking every inch while she gasps praise in his ear. She cups the back of his neck and forces him back down to her tits. He sucks the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, hips snapping, every stroke knocking another moan out of her. Neither of them slows until her walls clamp around him and he drives in to the hilt, pulsing thick and hot inside her. They stay locked like that, panting, her fingers still in his hair, him still sucking soft kisses across her breast like he’s memorizing the shape of her.