Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

He stops completely, pulling out and shoving me down onto the cushions again. Slaps fall on my ass, beautiful sharp spanks that erase my need to come and once again melt into the perfect blend of high arousal that’s coursing through me.

Bryce shoves his cock back in, rhythm brutal. “Don’t you dare come,” he says. “Your pussy is mine.”

Everything feels so good, a constant stream of ecstasy through my veins, and I could go over in a second, but I don’t. I grip the cushions on the couch and hold on for dear life, forcing my orgasm back.

Behind me, Bryce fucks faster. Harder. And I close my eyes as he shoves in one last time, nearly sending me over. He rips himself from my pussy, crying out his climax as heat splashes over my ass. Streams of cum hitting my skin and dripping, soaking into my pants.

He groans, and a soft kiss is placed at the base of my spine. “Your ass looks so hot covered like this.”

Pulling me upright, he has to support me, because I’m limp and pliant. Ass bare and mouth still full of my underwear. He pulls the lace from my lips and tosses it to the floor. “And now, I’m going to spread you out and worship your pussy until you come enough times to satisfy me.”

I shudder, and he lifts me, carrying me to the bedroom. The bed is still messy from last night, and sinking into the remnants of last night feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Bryce strips me out of my clothing, and soon he’s over me, eyes searching my face. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” I say, and I absolutely mean it. “I’m great.”

“Was that what you imagined it would be?”

I shake my head. “It was better. Way more intense. But…”

Concern fills his face. “But?”

“I’m sorry that I made you do that. I didn’t realize it was that dark until I was in it. I shouldn’t want that.”

Bryce’s face softens, and he smiles before he softly kisses my lips. “You never have to apologize for something that you want with me, Katti. That’s the beauty of trusting someone. You can give them the dark parts of you and know that they’ll keep you safe. Take care of you.”

I reach up and run a hand through his hair. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He grins. “And now I’m going to take care of you.”

He sinks down my body, and I’m so ready, I come from just the touch of his lips. It’s like a dam releasing, emotion and pleasure and everything else rushing in and out in a solid wave.

“Oh, god.” It comes out as a moan.

Bryce’s mouth seals over me, guiding me through the orgasm with soft movements of his tongue. “I think I need to work harder than that,” he says when I’m fading through it, continuing to lick and suck and slide and scrape.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. Everything in me is eclipsed by pleasure and vulnerability. I feel…accepted and comfortable and complete. And as much as it was brought on by it, it doesn’t have to do with sex.

Bryce sees me for who I am, and he doesn’t care that I had a dark fantasy. He joined me there and brought me back, and now his tongue strokes me in a way that has me falling into pleasure again. Screaming and gasping. I need him. Not between my legs.

As soon as I can control my limbs again, I’m grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him up to me so his face is near mine. “I need to see you,” I say. “I need to feel you.”

The words don’t feel like enough, but they’re all I have. I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling to him, but he sees my desperation, and holds me. Kisses me hard and takes what I’m offering. Accepting. Holding.

“Hold on one second,” he says, pulling away. He’s still in his clothes, and I hear the rustling sounds of fabric as he strips down and the crinkling sound of a condom.

The way Bryce touches me now with infinite gentleness soothes me. He pulls me on top of his chest, and I can look down at his beautiful face. He’s real. And whatever I’m feeling, I see it in his eyes, too.

Hands stroke down my back, spreading warmth and comfort through my skin. When he enters me this time, it’s with a gentle movement. A joining. And I understand it. I’m too sore to fuck again, but I want to feel him inside me. I want this closeness.

It seems silly, this desperation for closeness that I feel with him. But after wanting for so long, and suddenly getting him all at once, I can’t help but feel the need to catch up. To dive in all at once and have absolutely all of him.