So Wrong

And then I spotted it.

My sister had proudly bought a cookie jar at some point during their marriage, thinking it was cute and homey and that when they had kids she could put cookies in it. I don’t think Patrick had given it much thought, and I don’t think it was there for any sentimental value or anything. I think he just took it because she probably left it behind, like so many of her disappointments. But that cookie jar brought me back to reality and sobered me up a bit.

“Stop,” I protested weakly, sounding more like I was moaning for his cock. Which in a way I probably was. He ignored me, slipping a finger past my lacy panties and eagerly circling my soaking clit. I think I literally said “Guh!” and slammed my body back against the wall; it felt so good. No one had ever made me feel like that.

Saying stop was harder this time, but I knew if I didn’t do it then that we would end up in bed and I couldn’t let that happen. It was wrong, and Chloe would never forgive me, and I would ne