The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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found Jacob's shyness strangely charming—sweet, even. Her heart went out to the kid. Nineteen years old and already grinding away alone in the factory. Wasn't it only natural for a young man his age to hunger for a woman's touch?
If she turned him down, he'd just find someone else. And hell, he wasn't some schoolboy anymore—he was a working man. Where was the harm? She'd been around the block herself. Saying yes would settle that $500 debt between them, ease her conscience. Chewing her lip, she finally breathed, "Jacob... alright. But you'd better not go chasing other women after this, understand?"
Jacob's head jerked up, eyes wide with shock. "Seriously?"
"Mhm." nodded, cheeks burning.
"So we... we can..." He fumbled over the words, too wired to speak straight.
Knowing exactly what he meant, kept her eyes down. "Is Manager Roland in today?"
"Nah. Business trip."
She shot him a look before murmuring, "Then go lock the door."
Jacob practically tripped over himself securing the workshop. The paper-box assembly room stayed empty most days—just the two of them. Perfect. Her place was out, and his shared apartment would've been way too awkward.
When the lock clicked, watched Jacob freeze like a deer in headlights. Face flaming, she nudged, "Aren't you gonna undress?"
He blinked. "What about you?"
She almost laughed at his innocence. "You first. Then me."
In three seconds flat, Jacob stood naked before her.
's stomach flipped as her gaze dropped. Between his legs, he stood at full attention—hard, eager, impossible to ignore.
"My turn now?" Jacob's voice came out rough with want. His pulse hammered at the thought of finally seeing the body he'd dreamed about. How soft would her curves be? How full her breasts? The answers were seconds away.
Under his burning stare, turned away, fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse. The straps of her white bra crisscrossed her smooth back, digging slightly into plush skin from the weight of generous curves.
She stepped out of her pants, revealing creamy thighs and a flash of lace. Then, reaching back, she unclasped her bra and let it fall.
Her face burned. Here she was, stripping for a boy younger than her own son—how pathetic. But no backing out now. Steeling herself, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, baring the full, round swell of her ass—those perfect, divided cheeks.
Jacob's breath caught. Jesus, her backside was a work of art.
Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, kept her head down as she finally turned toward him.
Jacob's mouth went dry. Her flushed face, the heavy breasts bearing life's marks, dark nipples standing against pale skin. The soft belly, the thick thatch between her thighs—every inch of her wrecked him.
"Jacob," she whispered when he didn't move. "Don't just stare."
Snapping out of it, he stammered, ", I just... I mean..."
"What?"
"When I'm... you know... with you on top... you being older and all... is that... disrespectful?"
A laugh burst from her. "Oh honey, I won't mind. Come here."
He lunged forward, crushing her against him. Her skin was velvet under his hands, her mouth hot as he kissed her hard. wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, hips rolling instinctively as his hardness dug into her.
She moaned when his hands gripped her ass, kneading the lush flesh. Heat coiled low in her belly, wetness pooling between her legs.
"Jacob," she panted, breaking the kiss. "There."
She steered him toward a cleared spot by the east wall.
Confused, he asked, "Now what?"
"Grab some paper boxes. Make a bed."
He obeyed, laying out flattened cartons like a makeshift mattress. lowered herself onto them, spreading her thighs. Her glistening folds were already flushed and open, slick with need.
Jacob couldn't wait. He covered her, mouth on her breasts as he lined up. One thrust buried him to the hilt.
gasped. "Easy! That hurts!"
He froze. "Too much? Want me to stop?"
If she turned him down, he'd just find someone else. And hell, he wasn't some schoolboy anymore—he was a working man. Where was the harm? She'd been around the block herself. Saying yes would settle that $500 debt between them, ease her conscience. Chewing her lip, she finally breathed, "Jacob... alright. But you'd better not go chasing other women after this, understand?"
Jacob's head jerked up, eyes wide with shock. "Seriously?"
"Mhm." nodded, cheeks burning.
"So we... we can..." He fumbled over the words, too wired to speak straight.
Knowing exactly what he meant, kept her eyes down. "Is Manager Roland in today?"
"Nah. Business trip."
She shot him a look before murmuring, "Then go lock the door."
Jacob practically tripped over himself securing the workshop. The paper-box assembly room stayed empty most days—just the two of them. Perfect. Her place was out, and his shared apartment would've been way too awkward.
When the lock clicked, watched Jacob freeze like a deer in headlights. Face flaming, she nudged, "Aren't you gonna undress?"
He blinked. "What about you?"
She almost laughed at his innocence. "You first. Then me."
In three seconds flat, Jacob stood naked before her.
's stomach flipped as her gaze dropped. Between his legs, he stood at full attention—hard, eager, impossible to ignore.
"My turn now?" Jacob's voice came out rough with want. His pulse hammered at the thought of finally seeing the body he'd dreamed about. How soft would her curves be? How full her breasts? The answers were seconds away.
Under his burning stare, turned away, fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse. The straps of her white bra crisscrossed her smooth back, digging slightly into plush skin from the weight of generous curves.
She stepped out of her pants, revealing creamy thighs and a flash of lace. Then, reaching back, she unclasped her bra and let it fall.
Her face burned. Here she was, stripping for a boy younger than her own son—how pathetic. But no backing out now. Steeling herself, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, baring the full, round swell of her ass—those perfect, divided cheeks.
Jacob's breath caught. Jesus, her backside was a work of art.
Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, kept her head down as she finally turned toward him.
Jacob's mouth went dry. Her flushed face, the heavy breasts bearing life's marks, dark nipples standing against pale skin. The soft belly, the thick thatch between her thighs—every inch of her wrecked him.
"Jacob," she whispered when he didn't move. "Don't just stare."
Snapping out of it, he stammered, ", I just... I mean..."
"What?"
"When I'm... you know... with you on top... you being older and all... is that... disrespectful?"
A laugh burst from her. "Oh honey, I won't mind. Come here."
He lunged forward, crushing her against him. Her skin was velvet under his hands, her mouth hot as he kissed her hard. wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, hips rolling instinctively as his hardness dug into her.
She moaned when his hands gripped her ass, kneading the lush flesh. Heat coiled low in her belly, wetness pooling between her legs.
"Jacob," she panted, breaking the kiss. "There."
She steered him toward a cleared spot by the east wall.
Confused, he asked, "Now what?"
"Grab some paper boxes. Make a bed."
He obeyed, laying out flattened cartons like a makeshift mattress. lowered herself onto them, spreading her thighs. Her glistening folds were already flushed and open, slick with need.
Jacob couldn't wait. He covered her, mouth on her breasts as he lined up. One thrust buried him to the hilt.
gasped. "Easy! That hurts!"
He froze. "Too much? Want me to stop?"
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