"H-honey, your mommy isn't going anywhere."

Her hands trembled as she stirred the tea, her breaths coming in shallow pants while Artis continued his exploration. His thumbs brushed her hardened nipples through the fabric, and she nearly spilled boiling water everywhere.

Artis's tongue dragged over her nape again, leaving a wet, tingling trail before he caught her earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it like it was dessert.

"Y-you really have a thing for my neck, huh?"

"Yep. It's fucking sexy."

"You're such a flatterer, honey."

She managed, though her breath hitched as his hands squeezed her tits like he was trying to wring them out.

"Heh, not flattery if it's true."

His grin practically oozed smugness as his fingers twisted her nipples, pulling them until her back arched like a cat stretching in the sun.

"Aaah! Fuck!"

Juliana cried out, her knees buckling slightly as her pussy practically gushed like a broken faucet.

'Gods, these hands! How are they this big, this strong? It's like he was sculpted by a fucking pervy god.'

"Nuuu…"

Another moan escaped her lips, and she bit down hard on it, trying to focus.

Artis chuckled, clearly enjoying himself.

"You good, Mommy? Heh, you're shaking like a leaf."

"Y-y-yeah." she stuttered, her face burning hotter than the stove. "I-I'm fine, honey."

But her words were a damn lie. The way his cock was grinding against her soaked folds, even through the thin, ruined fabric of her gown, was driving her insane.

Every squeeze, every tug of her nipples sent bolts of electric pleasure shooting through her body, making her head spin.

Then he pinched her nipples again, hard enough to make her toes curl, and pulled, forcing her to arch back against his chest.

"Aaah! Fucking hell!"

She wailed as her body spasmed, a fresh wave of ecstasy ripping through her. She shuddered, her thighs clenching as she came—again.

But did he stop? Of course not. This little bastard had the audacity to keep going, pumping against her soaked pussy like she was a toy and this was his goddamn playground.

Juliana's gown, once a pristine light color, was now a dark, sticky mess, drenched in her sweat and cum. She stood there, her hands trembling as she resumed pouring the tea like a woman possessed.

Artis lifted her arm like he was about to toast it, buried his nose in her armpit, and inhaled so deeply it was borderline obscene.

"Fuck, Mommy, you smell so damn good."

He groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction like he'd just sniffed heaven itself.

Juliana blinked, her cheeks burning.

"Th-thank you, honey."

She stammered, trying to sound normal while pouring the tea. But her attempt at composure shattered the second his hands latched onto her tits again, pulling her nipples with the finesse of someone tuning a damn guitar.

"Aaaah! Gods, you naughty little boy!"

She cried, her voice quivering as the tea sloshed dangerously close to spilling.

Artis, meanwhile, was laser-focused, his cock pumping against her soaked pussy through her ruined gown. The friction, the heat—it was too much. He felt the pressure building in his core, the warning signs of an impending explosion.

"Shit… fuck, I'm gonna…"

He hissed, grabbing her hips like she was the last lifeboat on a sinking ship.

With one final thrust, he lost it.

"Ughhhh!"

"Aaaaaah!"

His cock pulsed, ropes of hot cum shooting out and soaking into her already-drenched dress. Juliana's body shuddered violently as she came again, her legs barely holding her up.

Her mind was a puddle of lust, and she didn't even register that his cum was seeping through the thin fabric and making its way to her aching, oversensitive folds.

But did she care? Hell no. At this point, she was too far gone to care about anything but the lingering high coursing through her.

Artis clung to her like she was a lifeline, trembling as his climax subsided. After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her, leaving her legs wobbling like a baby deer.

Juliana grabbed the counter for support, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Somehow, through sheer willpower, she picked up the tea and handed it to him with trembling hands.

"Here's your tea, Art. I… I hope you like it."

She said, her voice shaky but still managing to sound somewhat composed.

"Of course, Mommy, I like everything about you."

Artis purred, his eyes practically undressing her as they raked over her body like he was sizing up his next meal.

Juliana felt her knees wobble. The sheer hunger in his gaze made her feel like the last slice of cake at a party—irresistible and destined to be devoured.

Before she could muster a single word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss so hot it could've melted the damn teapot.

She didn't even bother pretending to resist.

'Man, devil, or horny lunatic, who the fuck cares when he kisses like this?'

His lips were sinful, his tongue a wicked tease, and the way his hand cupped her cheek made her feel like the star of her very own X-rated romance novel.

The kiss stretched on, her heart pounding like a drum solo at a rock concert. Just as she was starting to lose herself completely, he pulled back, leaving her breathless and dazed.

"Thank you so much, Mommy, for the tea. I'll make sure you're happy from now on. Personally. You'll never feel lonely again—I'll make damn sure of it."

Juliana blinked, trying to process his words while her brain was still stuck on holy fuck, that kiss.

"T-thank you, honey."

She managed to stammer, her voice betraying just how rattled she was.

"Now... drink your tea before it gets cold."

Artis gave her that cocky smile—the kind that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her—and lifted the cup to his lips. After taking a slow, deliberate sip, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on her lips, like it was no big deal.

Then he turned and walked away, his saunter so goddamn self-assured it made her want to throw the teacup at his retreating back—and then drag him to bed.