Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

“Ohh!” she cried out, fingers busy on her nips, pulling them tight, popping off the tops of the pink crests. “Ohh!”

And I groaned encouragement once more.

“That’s right honey, that’s how it’s gonna feel once I’m in you … but even better,” I assured.

The girl couldn’t hear me though, she was lost in her own world because suddenly the sensations became too much, the internal massage driving her over the edge, my lips suckling her little bud, everything combining with the force of a tidal wave. And suddenly the girl came all over my hand, her pussy muscles squeezing and clenching tight as her body spasmed once, twice, so hard, fast and furious.

“Oh!” the brunette squealed, eyes squeezed shut, back arching all the way off the bed before dropping once more, hips twisting this way and that as she thrashed. “Oh oh oh!”

And I held firm in her, keeping my fingers in deep like an anchor, stroking, massaging as I coaxed her through the orgasm.

“That’s right baby,” I muttered. “Ride the wave, pretend it’s a big wave in Hawaii and you’re surfing it, crashing into the tide … NOW.”

And the girl was so sensitive, so receptive to my command that her body arced again on the word “now,” another orgasm smashing through that beautiful frame. Ally let out a hoarse scream of delight, a sensuous wail of ecstasy as sensations crashed over her, her pussy gripping my fingers tight as cream streamed from her hole. And I could do nothing but keep licking, sucking, drinking the juices from that beautiful cunt, murmuring sweet nothings into her virgin flesh.

“That’s right,” I ground out. “Give it up, give it up for Daddy.”

And Ally threw her head back and screamed, pussy clenching again and again on my hand before dissolving into a wave of tremors, the flesh so nubile and fresh, gripping me like it’d never let go. And I’m not one to desert a girl, no way was I popping my fingers out even one second early. So I kept rolling my digits in her, curving them to stroke her G-spot, giving her more to love, to feel.

“That’s it baby,” I muttered again, “That’s it, take your time.”

And the brunette collapsed then, completely spent, small shudders running through her spine, big boobs trembling, flanks heaving as the orgasm rolled through her heavenly form.

“Oh god,” she moaned, panting. “Oh god, oh god.”

I let her feel it, I gave her one last lick on her clit before slowly pulling my fingers out, watching the dirty sight. Because there was so much female cream that my digits came out dripping, coated in her nectar, like they’d been dipped in superglue. And always the nasty mofo, I lifted them to my lips, eager to taste, to savor.

“Mmm,” I ground out, meeting her eyes, electric blue clashing with warm brown. “You’re sweet, baby girl, real sweet.”

And Ally leaned forward then, grasping my wrist and bringing it to her own mouth, the dirty little slut with a mind of her own.

“Is that so?” she murmured coyly. “I want a taste too,” she husked, and with that, she licked my fingers sensuously, savoring her own ambrosia, drinking the female musk.

“Mmm, you’re right Daddy, I taste good,” she smiled, looking at me from under her lashes. “Really good. Daddy want another go?”

And I just groaned. Because fuck yeah, I wanted to do it again, with my dick this time, hard and deep, into that sweet, swollen pussy, creaming so tight around me.

“I will baby,” I promised darkly, leaning over to drop a kiss on her nipple. “I will … but not now.”

And she merely looked at me, innocent, pouting.

“Why not?”

“Because honey,” I rumbled. “I’m gonna own your pussy when we have plenty of time, and right now,” I gestured towards the window, “we gotta get ready before Jonah wakes and figures out where you are.”

And her face fell then, lashes sweeping downwards.

“Oh right,” she murmured, taking a deep breath. “Oh right … Jonah.”

I’d never heard a name uttered with less enthusiasm, like a heavy weight. But I just kissed her once more.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, we’ll figure it out,” I promised. “Everything will work out, don’t you worry.”

Those incredible warm brown eyes gazed up at me again.

“Do you promise?” she asked softly, her little palm reaching out to take mine. And I gave her a squeeze, catching those small fingers so that our hands were intertwined, an expression of understanding, partnership and commitment.

“Yes, baby,” I promised. “Absolutely.” And I fucking meant it, those words were the truest words I’d ever uttered because yes, I was going to make good on my promise to take her virginity, to own that pussy, to make her mine. But on an emotional level, I was facing up to my responsibilities as well. Because I was going to make sure that Ally was okay, that we were okay together. Better than okay, we were going to be fucking amazing together, I was going to blow open her world, give her everything I could. And I caught myself then because what the fuck was happening? I was an alpha male dallying with an eighteen year-old virgin who was my son’s girlfriend no less. It was fucking wrong, it was fucking taboo, and yet I didn’t give a shit. I was set on transforming Ally’s world emotionally and physically, and yet somehow … I was the one losing control.