Kissing My Dad's Friend

He pulls out, just a little, and thrusts right back in again, filling me once more, making me feel deliciously stuffed.

“I love every inch of your gorgeous body.” His hands trace up my sides to my hips, waist, chest. Finally, one hand comes to rest along my cheek, and he tilts my face to his, kisses me again, softer this time, slower.

“I love feeling you inside me,” I murmur against his mouth when we break apart once more. “I feel so fucking full.”

The corner of his mouth quirks in a faint smile. He draws out of me again, a little farther this time, and thrusts back in. “I fucking love it too. How tight you feel around me…”

In response, I tighten my pussy, squeeze around him. He lets out a faint groan of appreciation and draws out once more. Thrusts in again. He’s starting to move faster, to build up a rhythm. My hands slide up and around his shoulders of their own accord, my fingers wrapped around his taut muscles. I dig in, hold on, as he starts to thrust faster, harder.

“God you are fucking perfect, Maggie,” he groans.

I can’t even respond, because I’m too lost in the feel of him. The thick push of his cock deep inside me. The way he smells in this moment, all heat and sex. The heat that’s building within me in response, even in spite of the two orgasms he gave me. It makes me wonder how many of those I could possibly have in one night. It makes me eager to find out. The longer I can stay with him, feeling this, the better.

Russ reaches down to grasp my ass, pulling me up and against him more firmly. I gasp, because at this angle, the tip of his cock, curved ever so slightly upward, drags along my inner wall, brushing over my G-spot with every thrust.

“That’s it, little one,” Russ murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine, tracing down over my body and back up again, like he can’t get enough of the sight of me either, spread out beneath him, at his mercy like this.

Not going to lie, I can sympathize. I can’t stop looking him over, either. This firm strong body that I spent so many nights dreaming about fucking me, just like this.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he says softly, but firmly, like it’s another of his commands. Even just the way he says them, like someone who’s accustomed to being obeyed, makes me feel hotter, wetter with want.

Who knew I’d like being bossed around in bed? But I do. “Yes, sir,” I breathe, and his eyes flash in response, desire and heat obvious within them.

He arches back to drive into me, then, fucking me harder, faster. It makes me lose control just as fast. My clit was already sensitive from coming earlier. It doesn’t take long to get me back near the peak once more, especially the way Russ moves, his cock knowing just the way to fuck an orgasm out of me.

“Come for me,” he orders again, and I can’t disobey.

I cry out, as my toes curl, and arch up against him with pleasure. He moves, a split second too late, to clamp a hand over my mouth and muffle the sound. I shudder, too late realizing how loud that was. But I’m lost in the orgasm now, the pleasure that sweeps through me. I can feel my pussy tighten and convulse around his cock, squeezing him like a fist.

A moment later, with strong, firm hands, he flips me around underneath him, until my face is buried in my own pillow. He drives into me, hard and fast, then, and with a guttural growl, he comes deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure as white hot cum spills from him, pumps inside me.

When he finally draws out of me once more, a thin dribble traces down my inner thigh. He lets go of my hips, and I flop onto my side on the bed, my limbs glistening with sweat, spent. He’s about to lie down beside me, when he hesitates.

A second later, I realize why. His head jerks toward the hallway, and we both tense.

“Maggie?” It’s Dad. The knob of my door jiggles as he tests it. But it’s locked. Thank god we remembered to lock it. “Is everything all right? I heard a scream.”

My whole body blushes, all the way from my toes to the top of my head. “Uh… fine. I just tripped,” I lie quickly, shooting panicked glances at Russ.

For his part, the bastard just looks smugly amused with himself. Like he doesn’t mind that I just almost blew our cover and got us both murdered by my father.

“I’ll be back down in a second,” I yell again, when Dad’s footsteps don’t retreat. “I’m just getting changed.”