Fauna's heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat.
Right now, Mika didn't look like her son.
He looked like something wild that had slipped its leash. His eyes were too dark, too focused, too empty of anything except raw need.
She felt small like a trembling bunny cornered by a wolf and the instinct to bolt was screaming in every muscle.
Still, she forced her voice out, soft and shaky.
"Mika…? Are you...are you alright? You're doing fine, right?" She swallowed. "Your face suddenly looks a bit scary right now. Do you need...anything? Water? Or—"
She never finished.
Because Mika's hands clamped around her waist like iron bands and before she could react, he lifted her clean off his lap—only to slam her right back down, this time facing him fully.
Her thighs spread wide around his hips again, but now his throbbing cock slotted hot and insistent between her pussy, the thick length pressed flush against her slick entrance through her clothes.
