Leila’s POV
“Please… Ryan, please let Mommy come. I’ll do anything… I’m yours. Just please…”
My voice was a broken whisper, my body trembling on the edge as my son’s thick fingers kept plunging deep into my soaked p***y.
The collar felt like a brand around my throat, marking me as his. I was bent over the kitchen counter, my skirt bunching around my waist, my thong shoved aside, arousal dripping shamelessly down my thighs.
Ryan’s breath was hot against my ear. “Good girl, mum. You can c*m now. c*m on your son’s fingers like the needy slut that you are.”
The permission shattered me. My orgasm crashed through me hard, my walls clenching violently around his fingers as I cried out. “Oh f**k—Ryan! Mummy’s cuming… I’m cuming so hard for you!”
Waves of pleasure ripped through my body, my
