Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

And it was only there that my breath went out in a whoosh, breasts heaving, mind spinning. What an amazing night. What a mindblowing, incredible night. It’d started out badly with the party and the discovery of Jonah’s infidelity, but all that was in the past now. Because I’d finished myself off in Rob Martin’s presence, let my cunt go, wet, slippery and wild in front of the big man, imagining his fingers, his dick in me the entire time. And even if the alpha didn’t see, the orgasm had cleared my mind like the best eraser, wiping the slate clean. Because I didn’t care what happened with Jonah anymore. All I wanted was a fresh start and my illicit session had done that, clearing my mind, body and soul so that I could move on … while dreaming about Mr. Martin.

CHAPTER FIVE

Rob

I’m not sure what that little minx was thinking. Did she think I was blind? That I didn’t notice her outside my door, soft curves on display in that nothing of a sleep outfit? What the hell was she thinking, those shorts and camisole were nowhere near enough to cover her curves, her assets were far too generous for the tiny bits of cloth.

Because yeah, I saw everything. The brunette thought she was discreet, staying in the shadows, sure that the contrast between light and dark hid her actions. But what she didn’t know was that before I started my business empire, I was a sniper in the army with the keenest eye, senses always on alert, able to detect the tiniest change in my environment. And the minute her door opened in the hallway, I knew, I could sense the shift in the air, her form, that curvy presence coming closer, padding down the hallway.

I half-expected the girl to knock lightly, to open the door and say hello. But instead, she lingered outside a while, unsure, hand on the doorknob before backing away. My heart sank. I didn’t realize until then how much I was looking forward to letting my eyes rest on those curvy proportions, to see her nipples poking out at the tank top, round ass filling out those tiny shorts. So when Ally’s hand dropped from the doorknob, my gut twisted, painful, lurching, I’d wanted to feast my eyes on her so badly.

But the little girl didn’t let me down because instead of going back to bed like a good little girl, she did the nasty right outside my door. And fuck, but I was never so aroused. Ally couldn’t see me behind my desk but as she pulled her shorts down, revealing those sweet, creamy thighs, I slowly pulled down the elastic of my pajama pants so that my cock popped out, hard and aroused, the tip leaking wetly. And when her panties disappeared, that string of goo trailing wetly from her cunt, I almost lost it then. That’s right, without touching myself, or having her touch me, I almost spurted right there at my desk while pretending to read some bullshit paper.

So I continued to watch out of the corner of my eye as the little girl brought herself to heaven, and fuck, but it was amazing. She was so tight, that vaginal opening so tiny, so small, I wasn’t even sure my cock would fit when the time came. Because oh yeah, the time would come, it’s just a question of when at this point, no woman that beautiful, that tantalizing, gets away after showing off her beautiful cunt, glistening and gorgeous.

So I waited until she was finished before wanking off. And fuck, I hope Ally didn’t hear because the minute her door closed, I let out a roar of desire, of cum, of sheer lust, as I imagined the hard pound in her future, how I was going to burrow inside that tiny cunt until she screamed, until she pulsed hotly around me, coming hard on my dick again and again as her boobs bounced, her pussy so fucked.

And as for the fact that she’s my son’s girlfriend? It should bother me, but it doesn’t. Because something’s wrong with that boy, I just haven’t figured it out yet. Jonah’s got his head screwed on wrong and I want to find out what it is after eighteen years of absence from his life. But for now, I fucking don’t care. Because he hasn’t marked her, there’s no way a woman marked goes around showing her cunt to another man, creaming hard, touching herself for an alpha to see. So Jonah be damned because the brunette’s not his woman … she’s mine, and what’s next is making sure she knows it.

CHAPTER SIX

Ally

“Hi,” I murmured, wandering into the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving and I’d put on some nice clothes, a plaid skirt and matching turtleneck that outlined my curves. The skirt went to my knee so it wasn’t crazy short, and the turtleneck, while tight, wasn’t obscenely so, highlighting my assets rather than clinging like saran wrap. But still, I was slightly breathless around Mr. Martin, body on high, all senses tingling. He was so gorgeous after all, and I’d just done the nasty last night, baring my pussy to him, fingering myself until I came.