Vanessa's Brutal Weekend with Her Young Milf Editor

Vanessa Blake answered the door of her lake house wearing nothing but an oversized white button-down that barely contained her heavy tits and a pair of black lace panties already damp at the crotch. At forty-two she was a goddamn masterpiece of curves—wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that had launched a thousand filthy Kindle downloads. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders in messy waves, and her full lips curved into a wicked smile the second she saw Liam standing there with his laptop bag and that cocky, hungry look he’d been perfecting for two years.

“Well, fuck me,” she purred, leaning against the doorframe so the shirt gaped open and gave him a clear view of one rose-pink nipple. “If it isn’t my favorite little editor. Come to finally give this filthy MILF the cock she’s been begging for in every email, Liam?”

He was twenty-four, tall, broad through the shoulders, and the bulge already thickening down the leg of his jeans told her everything she needed to know. “Vanessa,” he said, voice low and rough, “you keep talking like that and we’re not going to get a single chapter edited this weekend.”

“That’s the idea, baby.”

She turned and walked inside, letting him watch her ass roll with every step. The lake house was quiet, secluded, the only sounds the distant lap of water and the low hum of her own arousal already pulsing between her legs. They’d danced around this for years—her sending him the most depraved chapters she’d ever written, him marking them up with comments that got filthier every time. She knew he jerked off to her words. He knew she got wet writing them while thinking about him.

They lasted forty-three minutes.

They made it as far as the wide leather couch with the manuscript open on the coffee table. Vanessa curled her legs beneath her, letting the shirt ride up so the soaked gusset of her panties was visible. Liam sat close enough that their thighs touched. She started reading chapter seven aloud in that velvet, throaty voice she saved for book signings and phone sex.

“‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed into her cunt so hard the headboard cracked the drywall. She screamed like a whore, squirting down his balls while he growled in her ear that she was nothing but a dripping, cock-drunk MILF slut who existed to be bred.’”

Liam’s cock surged visibly against his jeans, thick and long and unmistakably hard. Vanessa’s eyes dropped to it, and she licked her lips.