Kissing My Dad's Friend

My knees nearly give out with release. “Yes, please,” I manage.

It’s all the invitation he needs. A second later, he’s spinning me around to bend me forward over the waist-high railing of the stairwell. I grip it with both hands as he pushes my scrubs down around my ankles. Behind me, I can feel him doing the same, and I dare a glance back while he’s pushing his boxers off. My eyes go wide at the sight of him.

He grins, catching me looking. “See how hard you make me, Maggie?”

Fuck. I could tell his cock was big, when he had me pinned up against the wall, and I could feel it through the fabric of his scrubs. But he’s even larger than I imagined, and thicker, too. A vein runs along one side of it, and the tip is fat, swollen and flushed, with a bead of precum dangling from the spongy tip, that makes me long to drop to my knees right here and lick it clean.

I resist the urge because Russ has his hands on my hips again, pulling my hips back, pinning me forward, bent over the railing. Behind me, I feel him slide one hand down to part my thighs, and then ease the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, teasing, stroking. He runs himself up and down the length of my slit, coating himself in my juices, until I’m quivering with anticipation.

“Ask me again,” he murmurs, and I can feel the vibration of his chest against me, that’s how close he’s pressed to me, all while his cock continues to stroke, up and down, along my slit.

“Please fuck me, Russ. Please,” I lean on the last word, not even caring if it sounds like begging, because I want this, I need this, and he’s right here, finally. So close.

The tip of his cock finds my entrance. With a slow, steady pressure, he eases inside, until the tip pushes into my pussy. I gasp, but he just keeps coming, slow and smooth, never letting up. His cock practically glides into me, but there’s a sweet, distant ache as my pussy stretches to fit him, my walls aching pleasantly on every side.

“I love how fucking wet you are, little one,” he murmurs, the vibration of his voice shivering through my entire body. My toes curl in my work shoes, and my hands tighten around the stairwell railing I’m gripping, my palms slick with sweat.

Finally, with one last little thrust, he’s fully inside me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me wide. Then, only then, does he start to pull back out again, and I whimper a little at how empty I feel when he’s not inside me anymore.

Luckily, it’s only for a second. He pulls all the way back, almost out of me entirely, and then in a smoother, faster motion this time, drives back in. With every thrust, he makes me arch back against him, every stroke of his cock coaxing more and more pleasure from me.

I moan, and he reaches down to clasp a free hand over my mouth, while the other remains clamped tightly around my hip. “While I love hearing you moan for me,” he whispers, “we have to keep it muffled this time.” As he speaks, he bends down to kiss the nape of my neck, before he starts to speed up, moving faster inside me, harder. “You wanted it rough, didn’t you, little one?”

“Fuck yes,” I moan into his palm, and he chuckles faintly, slides his hand down to my shoulder to brace himself.

Before long, he’s fucking me full out, his hips slapping against my ass, his balls hitting my pussy lips softly every time he thrusts his cock inside me. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to cry out, because fuck, this is everything I ever wanted. Russ, taking control, dominating me. Showing me how fucking good this can feel.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, his hand trails down my back, tracing over each vertebra, until he slips around the arch of my hip and down over my mound. His fingertips graze my clit, which is already so swollen with desire it feels ready to burst. I suck in a sharp, startled breath, and he chuckles softly.

“Come for me,” he murmurs. “I want to feel your pussy when you come on my cock.” His fingers stroke my clit, once, twice. I don’t need more incentive than that; I’m so turned on I could lose my mind.

I cry out, deep in my throat, my lips clamped shut to muffle the sound. My whole body shakes from the force of the orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyes. But Russ doesn’t hesitate or slow down. He just keeps fucking me, hard, fast. Driving my hips into the railing while his fingers grip me hard, holding me in place.