Happily Ever After With My Dad's Best Friend

“Because, Mr. Foster, I didn’t tell you about my day. That was naughty.”

Another slap. Another.

“Anything else?”

“I hesitated. I asked if it was too soon. I shouldn’t have doubted. Punish me, Sir.”

I do. For a while the only sounds are those of our combined breath and the sharp slaps of leather on skin. I watch as her juices begin to drip—nothing makes her wetter than her punishments. I lap up the juices and compliment her on them before finishing her off with several rapid-fire blows. She cries out, and I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. It doesn’t matter, she loves both.

I grab a bottle of lube I bought in preparation. “Are you ready to try?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll go slow, but I think that you’ll enjoy it.”

Cora shivers under my hands as I spread the lube onto her skin. It must feel extra cold to her after the spanking. I thrust my cock into her pussy once, and again, enjoying the gasps she gives me and ensuring some extra lubrication. Then I press against her and feel her tensing up, the reaction instinctive.

I run my palms along her back, soothing her, and preparing her. “Press out against me. It will be easier.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She does, and the head of my cock slips into her ass with a silent pop. Cora moans, and shit, I may not be able to last long doing this. She’s incredibly tight, squeezing my cock like a vise that feels so damn good. “How does it feel?” I ask her.

“Strange. Not bad, just different.”

I slip my hand down, stroking her pussy and G-spot until her hips are rocking back toward me, asking for more, and then I rock back. A little at a time, I slip in further. It’s a pleasurable eternity, sliding inside her this way. “I’m so full,” she says, and that familiar pride and pleasure burst through me, and a streak of arousal goes straight to my cock.

Slowly, I pull my cock out, only to press in slowly again. Cora’s panting breaths spur me on, and slowly, after adding more lube, I move faster. Looking down, I watch as my cock disappears into her ass, again and again. I memorize the sight because it’s fucking hot.

I want to feel her, all of her, and I fuck her faster. It all feels so good I can barely hold myself upright, and I lean down, my chest against her back, while my hips work deeper, faster. “I’m going to come in your ass, Cora,” I say. “And you’re going to come with me.”

“Yes, Sir.” She knows better than to argue with me. If I say that she’s going to come, then she’s going to. The end. My fingers find her clit, and I work circles around it. Suddenly her breath goes short, and she can’t keep quiet. Her moans make me harden further inside her ass and I fuck her as fast as I dare, orgasm approaching quickly. “Please, Mr. Foster,” she says. “That feels so good. Keep going. Make me come, please.”

Keeping my thumb on her clit, I work a finger inside her, and then two, and then three. I want her stuffed to the brim, and the sounds she’s making tell me she’s loving every second. Her pussy is squeezing down on my fingers just as hard as her ass is squeezing my cock, and there’s a smug sense of pride I feel for knowing that she would like this.

I keep fucking her, slow and fast, slow and fast, drawing it out until she’s begging me to let her come, breath ragged, sweat dripping, and I’m so close that I can’t say no. I can’t hold back anymore. I thrust my fingers into her G-spot and she screams, body contracting with her orgasm, and I keep fucking her, close to the edge. I thrust deeper into her ass than I dared before. Once. Again. One final time, and I shout my own climax, loving the tight heat I feel and the contractions of her ass around my cock as I come. It starts deep, running through my cock and balls and spreading outward, enveloping my whole body in pleasure. My cock jerks inside her, and she jerks with it, still coming, pussy gushing onto my hand and the sheets.

It doesn’t stop. I thrust inside her again and it keeps the orgasm going, and I keep it going for what seems like forever, until the tension drains out of her with a final shudder, and she relaxes, utterly spent. I press a kiss just behind her ear, and she laughs that exhausted laugh of a person who’s utterly and blissfully happy.

I clean myself up and come back, scooping her up into my arms and settling us together on the bed.

“That,” she says, “was amazing.”

“I thought you might like it.”

She traces a pattern on my chest, and I can feel her breath on my skin. “We should have done that sooner.”

“Don’t worry.” I reach down and give her a solid smack on the ass. She yelps, and then snuggles closer. “We’ll be doing that again.”

“I hope so.” After a minute, she laughs. “You know, I was worried, with us not being so close together that I wouldn’t be able to fit in my daily punishment. Now it will never be a problem.”

“No,” I say, rolling over so that she’s underneath me and kissing her until we can’t breathe. “In fact, I have a mind to punish you in the morning so that you spend the entire day feeling me whenever you sit down.”

She rolls her eyes. “That won’t be a problem, I rarely feel it later.”

“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Her breathing stills, and she looks at me, thinking. Considering what I’m really asking. “I don’t know.”

“Who knows, you might like it. Just like taking my cock deep, deep inside your ass, you might like feeling where I’ve touched you all day, imagining what I have planned for you when you get home.”

My cock is already hard again, and this time I’m going to take her pussy. Possibly her mouth. Maybe everything, again.

“Are you trying to turn me on, Mr. Foster?” she asks.

“Yes, I am.”

Her hand curls around my shaft. “It’s working.”

“I know,” I say. “Now choose.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I kiss her mouth open, tangling her tongue with mine and showing her with my tongue exactly what I’m going to be doing to her shortly.

“I want to feel it,” she says, when we break apart. “I want to feel it.”

The smile that’s on my face feels like it’s going to break me open. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such joy. I have the perfect woman, and she’s going to live here, and we’ll never have to be apart again. “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you, too,” she says, her eyes locking with mine so I can see just how true her words are.

“Now turn over and show me your ass, because I’m not done with it. Clearly you need to be punished more if we’re going to make sure you remember how to be good.”

Cora giggles, turning her face into the pillows and wiggling her ass under my hand as it falls to spank her. “Yes, Mr. Foster.”

Epilogue

Cora

Graduation Day

As soon as I walk in the door I kick off my heels and peel off the horrible polyester robe that’s been making me sweat all day. Michael is right behind me, loosening his tie. There’s nothing like June in Texas: hot as hell, dry as a bone, and completely unbearable. “Thank God,” I say, flopping back onto the couch. “If that speaker had gone on any longer, I thought I might pass out. That or strip right there.”

Michael takes off his jacket and disappears into the bedroom, his laughter floating out. I never get tired of his laugh; the deep, sultry sound of it. That laugh could make a nun think dirty thoughts. And since I am most definitely not a nun, my thoughts are way past dirty. He comes out of our bedroom, still in his shirt and slacks, rolling up his sleeves, and I let myself look. All the way from top to bottom and back.

His hair is just a little bit messy from running his hand through it, and he’s wearing a deep blue shirt that brings out his eyes and makes the rest of him looking fucking fantastic. I study that jawline that made me take a second look the first day of my internship, and down along his body. He looks amazing right now, and if I didn’t know what he looked like naked, I’d say that

Michael Foster in a suit is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Thankfully, I do know what he looks like naked. Halle-fucking-lujah.

Michael leans against the doorway, hands in his pockets. “Are you happy it’s over?”

“Graduation?”

He laughs. “No. College.”

I think about it for a second. “Maybe. I don’t know. I had a really good time—especially this last year.” I watch as the naughty smile appears on his face, but I keep going. “But I’m ready to start…everything.”

“Everything?” he asks, coming over to the couch, not bothering to sit.

I scoot forward to the edge of the couch, intentionally leaning forward so he can see my cleavage. The same move I used on him that first day. Works like a charm. Michael’s eyes go dark as he sees the way I’m leaning, the way I’m eating him up with my eyes, and I say, “Everything.”

Michael clears his throat. “As much as I would like to pull you over my lap and give you an extra dose of graduation day pleasure, we have a party to go to and dinner reservations.”

I stand up and wrap my arms around him, and from the feeling of his cock pressing against my hip, he’s very aware of the way my breasts are pressing against him. “Are you sure about that, Mr. Foster?”