But You Can't Get Remarried!

Sophia Locke is still licking the divorce wounds when her stepson Zayne Archer crashes into her place, red-faced, jaw tight. She figures he’s bringing a message from dear ol’ dad—until he blurts out that he doesn’t want her marrying some other guy. The kid wants her. She’s stunned. Then she’s hot. Zayne lays it out plain: he’s been hard for her for years and every night without her feels like being skinned alive. That kind of talk scrambles the sensible circuits; suddenly she’s tearing at buttons, shoving her thigh between his legs. They hit the couch hard, skin slapping, fingers digging. Sophia plants her knees, grinds down until she’s soaked him to the root, gasping like she’s seventeen again. She rides him fierce and filthy, tits bouncing, telling him exactly where to put his hands and how deep she wants it. Zayne slams up to meet her, grip bruising her hips, each thrust branding her all the way to the spine. She comes first—loud, messy, thighs shaking—then drags him over the edge until he empties himself deep inside, both of them slick and shaking. They don’t promise anything. They just stare, chests heaving, like they’ve just discovered a new flavor of trouble they can’t wait to taste again.