Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

I can’t help but freeze, completely at the will of this feeling, and overtaken by it.

“Good girl,” Bryce says roughly, thrusting deep again, again, and one last time, finding his own climax and the sound of his pleasure gives me more. The heat of him spills down my throat, and I don’t even have to swallow.

Fuck, yes.

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I wanted to taste him, to have him use me, and for us to have this kind of pleasure together. But it’s perfect, and mine, and in spite of everything that is standing in the way of this moment, I don’t fucking care. I would do it again. I will do it again.

The orgasm releases me, and my limbs are jelly. I can barely remain upright, and Bryce catches me, pulling me upward and helping me to the bed. I don’t move or help him as he places me where he wants me: On my knees face down, collapsed to the bed. As he leans over me, stretching my hands to the sides, I feel his cock against me, still huge, still incredibly hard.

“You’re hard.” It’s sounds silly when I say it, like I’m stating the obvious, but I’m too wrung out on pleasure to say anything more complex.

He laughs softly. “Yes, I am.”

“But you came,” I say. “You tasted so good.” There wasn’t much of his rich flavor, given how far down my throat he was, but I can still taste it a little. And I want more.

“I assure you, Katti, with how long and how deeply I’ve wanted you, I’m going to be hard for hours.”

My eyes close. God, that’s what I want to hear.

How is it possible that I convinced myself that those replacements were anything close to this? Nothing can copy the timbre of his voice, or the strength in his touch as he presses my hands into the bed, silently telling me he wants me to keep them there.

Bryce’s body is covering mine, and I love the warm, solid, weight of him. His lips are at my ear, pressing softly. “I’m going to fuck you now, Katti.”

“Yes, please,” I breathe.

He lifts away from me for a moment, and I hear him in the drawers again, and again the opening of the bottle of lube. “But first, I think you need to be filled again.”

Cold wetness presses against my ass, the round shape telling me what’s there. Anal beads. The rounded shapes starting small and getting larger as they get closer to the ring. The string itself is curved in an S-shape. It’s been forever since I’ve used them, but god, I remember when I did, it made my orgasm twice as intense. With Bryce, I think I might pass out.

I relax, pushing against the intrusion as the first bead slips in, and I groan. My ass is already sensitive from the fucking it just got, and my whole body is like a fuse ready to blow into more pleasure. He doesn’t stop at just one, gently pushing and maneuvering until one after another slips inside, all the way along the curve to the biggest bead that I’ve never managed to get in.

“Bryce,” I say, “I’m not sure I can take that.”

His hands smooth up my back, warming my skin and releasing any tension I feel. Those same hands drift around my ribs and under me to cup my breasts as he presses his lips to my neck. “Try for me.”

“I’ve never been able to take it.”

“Mmm,” he makes the sound against my skin, hips pressing into my ass so I can feel the pressure of that latest bead and the hardness of his cock there. “But I’m already dreaming of my cock in your beautiful ass, Katti. I want to see your face when you take all of me, all the way down to my balls. I want to hear the screams you’ll make when you can’t stop coming. And believe me, I’m bigger than this last bead. So try for me.”

I’m wet again, and he knows it. He can probably smell it. His tongue tastes my skin, drawing a line down the top of my spine and making me shiver. I can see the situation he’s describing in my mind, him hovering over me while he takes what no other man has. Only toys have been in my ass so far, and I want to give him that. I want to give him the first that I wanted to give him when I was younger. I dreamed of him taking my virginity, and he didn’t. He can have this, though.

“Okay,” I say.

He makes a low sound of approval, continuing to trace down my spine with his tongue. All the way down, until his mouth is right there, where I’m stuffed full of beads. Bryce traces me, wetting my asshole with his tongue, and everything in me clenches down. It’s so dirty, so intimate, and I need more. I need everything. I can’t stop the groan that escapes from my lips, muffled by my sheets.