Forbidden Fling (Secret Fantasy 1)

He goes still and lifts his head. It’s only then that I realize what I’ve said. I clamp a hand over my mouth. “Oh fuck, that was weird, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry.”

Mr. Jones shakes his head slowly, looking like he wants to devour me whole. “Take off your top, Neveah. Do it before I rip it off.”

I obey with fumbling hands. The straps get tangled, but he doesn’t help. He just sits back on his heels and waits. After a few seconds, I pull the top off and toss it to the side. Mr. Jones looks at me for a long moment and then pushes to his feet. “You want to watch me fuck you? Ask me properly.”

“Please.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a ridiculously cut body, and shakes his head slowly. “No. Ask me like you just did.”

My pussy throbs as I realize what he means. Without thinking, I slide to the floor and kneel before him. I run my hands up his muscular thighs. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me in front of that mirror.”

He hisses out a breath and digs his hand into my hair. “You want that; you have to earn it.” He palms himself through his pants, expression intent. “You prepared for that?”

“Yes.” When his brows start to draw together, I rush to correct. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Then do it.”

It takes me a moment to understand. I carefully hook my fingers into the band of his pants and tug them down, freeing his cock. My eyes go wide when I take in his size. He’s big…really big. Too big, even. “Um.”

“Suck me, little slut. Don’t play the good girl now, not with you naked and on your knees.” He pulls my hair a bit. “Or do good girls not suck cock?”

I lick my lips. “I’ve only done it a few times.” I never managed to last more than a minute or two before Brad would yank me up his body, and then we’d have sex. He usually didn’t last too long after that, either, so it wasn’t like I was motivated.

Mr. Jones curses. “Practically a virgin mouth, then.” He wraps a fist around his base and presses the head of his thick cock to my mouth. “Open.”

I open. I can’t help tensing, expecting him to… Well, it doesn’t matter what I expect because he eases into me slowly, shallowly. “That’s right, baby girl. This isn’t so bad.” He seems to drink in the sight of me. “You should see yourself right now, that scared look in those pretty brown eyes and my cock between your lips. I bet boys nut the second they get close to that mouth.” He shakes his head slowly. “Can’t fucking blame them.” Mr. Jones pulls back. “Up.”

I rise on shaking legs and let him arrange us to his satisfaction. Him sitting on the edge of the bed, me on his lap facing the mirror. He wraps a big hand around my throat. Not squeezing. Just…claiming. “You on birth control, baby girl?”

“Y-yes.”

“You use condoms with Brad?”

I can’t believe he’s saying Brad’s name while we’re both naked and touching like this. But I nod against his palm. “Yes.”

“Good.” Mr. Jones guides me to look at our reflection. “You see that little slut in the mirror?”

I look like a little slut. My skin is flushed, my lips plumped from sucking his dick, my pussy pink and swollen and so wet I can see it in the mirror. “Yes.”

“That little slut is going to take my cock bare.” He idly cups one breast when I tense before moving to the other. “I want to fill you up, baby girl. I want to make a fucking mess of you, and when he fucks you later, he’ll never know that it’s me who smoothed the way.”

“You can’t say stuff like that,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” He skates his hand down the center of my stomach and drags a finger through my folds. “You’re practically dripping in response. I think you like it.”

“I don’t.”

He talks right over me, still sawing gently through my folds with that single finger. “I think you’re fucking furious that he’s being so selfish right now, and I think you’re going to dump him the second you get home.” He parts my pussy, and, sure enough, I’m practically dripping. “Be my dirty slut, baby girl. Being bad with me is the best revenge.”

“Brad’s not a bad guy,” I protest weakly.

“I know.” His expression is oh so serious. “Tell me to stop.”

I swallow hard and lift myself up, up, up, until I hover over the broad head of his cock. “It would hurt him if he knew we were doing this.”

“Yes.”

I sink a little until he presses to my entrance. “I’d have to be a bitch to sleep with my boyfriend’s dad while we’re all on vacation.”