My Mom's Ex-Husband (The Forbidden Fun)

After what feels like an eternity, I collapse on the curvy girl, both of our bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Ooof,” she squeaks beneath me. “You’re heavy!”

“Sorry,” I grin, levering myself up. “Didn’t mean to squash you, sweetheart.”

But the sight of the beautiful woman, her creamy curves ripe and used underneath me makes me harden again. Unbelievably, I stiffen even though I’m still inside that swollen cunt, and her eyes go wide.

“Daddy,” she breathes. “Again? So soon?”

“Again,” I growl, and sure enough, we’re off to the races. After all, this is unexpected. I came Medina because I know no one here. With the solitude, I’d be able to focus on my off-season training without any distractions. However, it seems that the gorgeous young Faith Randall has just thrown a wrench in my plans, and suddenly, the summer just got a lot more interesting.

4

Faith

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It’s been a week since I last saw Hunter, and I’ve been teetering between total sensory overload and absolute bliss. After all, what happened wasn’t exactly unexpected, but it was also ten times better than what I imagined. Hunter Stockton is everything a woman could desire: huge, handsome, hung, and insatiable.

“I want you,” he growled in my ear the next morning at his house. I stretched blissfully, giggling a bit at the hard cock pressing against my bottom.

“You had me last night,” I mewl. “Four or five times actually.”

“I know,” he rasped again. “But this morning, I want to try something different.”

With that, a thick finger skated over my anal ring and the pleats contracted with shock.

“Hunter?” I gasped, craning my head over one shoulder to look at him. His handsome face was taut, those blue eyes glowing.

“Yes, honey,” he growled. “I know you can. I’ll prep you so that you’re ready.”

I didn’t think I’d be able to do it because his shaft is enormous. Yet, Hunter was patient and gentle. He stretched me back there with his fingers first, loosening me up, and then eased inside inch by inch until sure enough, I was harboring that entire length in my back end. I couldn’t believe it at first, but he continued to whisper praise and encouragement in my ear.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he crooned. “You’re taking Daddy’s cock in your bottom like a champ.”

The memory makes me shudder, and even now, my ass aches a bit just from thinking back. But I can’t wait to see him again, and this is going to be our first real date since that night. A knock sounds and I fling open my apartment door. Hunter’s gorgeous with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He’s so tall and big that he almost fills up the entire doorframe, and I go loose and wet inside.

“Hi,” I murmur with a smile. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem,” he growls, eyes roving over my cropped t-shirt and skin-tight yoga pants. “You ready?”

I nod, smiling happily.

“Ready as ever.”

He takes my hand then. “Yeah, but where are we heading? You haven’t told me.”

I cock my head playfully at him.

“Do you know where Mt. Samson is?”

Hunter nods. “Yeah, it’s on my list to ski. But it’s summer, so that’s out.”

I shake my head happily, leading him to his truck parked out front.

“Not exactly because you see, Mt. Samson is special because it’s both a premier ski location, and also a beautiful place to hike. It’s year-round fun! Are you excited?”

He nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Awesome,” I smile, and with that, we hop into his truck. Hunter revs the motor and pretty soon we’re cruising on the highway. The mountain is about thirty minutes from Medina, so I turn on the radio but to my surprise, Hunter keeps the music low so that we’re able to talk.

“How have you been, baby girl? Have you been busy at the diner? I’m sorry I haven’t been more available. I had so many deliveries between groceries, furniture, and even a new washer-dryer that it’s been un-fucking-believable.”

I smile.

“That’s okay. I’ve been going crazy at work, but it’s good, and I like being at Harry’s anyways. The job keeps me on my toes, but I’m glad I finally have a day off.”

The handsome man shoots me a sideways look.

“Have you gotten more customers like me at Harry’s? You know, the kind ready to ravish you at the drop of a hat?”

I swat him on the arm playfully.

“For your information, most of our customers are either college age or over seventy. I don’t know why we don’t have more in-between people.”

He chuckles.

“Good. That’s the way I like it. But stay away from those college boys because they’re after one thing only.”

I giggle and swat him playfully again.

“Like you aren’t after the same thing!”

He chuckles and takes my hand in his, enclosing my fingers in his big palm.

“Yeah, but I’m serious. Do not talk to strange men, and cut down on your shifts so that there’s less temptation.”