My Boyfriend's Daddy

I gasped but didn’t pull away. I should have. I should have pushed him back, should have run back to John’s room or better yet back home. But this wasn’t just any man pushing my legs open, running his fingers up my inner thighs. This was John’s daddy, Luke Grant. I had been dreaming about him fucking my brains out since I was sixteen.

A slow seductive smile stretched my full lips and I met his gaze evenly. “What makes you think I’m not getting that now from your son?”

He chuckled. “All this time I’m hearing him moaning, I’m hearing the fast rhythmic thumping, I’m hearing lots of naughty dirty sounds… You know what I’m not hearing?”

He leaned closer again so his mouth was a bare centimetre from mine and I could feel his breath gust against my cheek. His breath smelt slightly of whisky, rum and something spicy… I wanted a taste so bad.

“I’m not hearing you.” His lips brushed mine, barely a touch. “I’m hearing you pleasure my son night after night. With your mouth and with your cunt you’re pleasuring that selfish prick without any thought to your own climactic finish.” He punctuated those last two words with a quick flick of his tongue between my parted lips.

I don’t know how it was even possibly for me to think clearly with Luke doing these things but his words about his son raised my hackles. Suddenly I sat back and snapped my thighs shut.

“John is not a selfish prick. He’s sweet and he’s gentle and…”

“He’s completely unaware that at the end of every fuck you leave unsatisfied.” He sighed and combed a hand roughly through his thick, shoulder-length brown hair. “You’re right I’m being harsh. My son is just young and eager and loving the sex he’s getting form a beautiful girl.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that so I stayed silent.

“You’ve taught him how good it feels to slide his dick into a wet, willing woman and you’ve taught him how fucking amazing it feels to have her on her knees and sucking his cock.” As he was talking he was slowly parting my thighs again and I could feel my pussy flooding with heat. “But what about the rest?”

“The rest?” I whispered.

He looked over my shoulder and an odd expression ghosted over his handsome face. But it was gone as soon as it came. His gaze met mine and too easily he wrapped my bare legs around his hips, lifted me up and carried me to the table. I shivered with excitement when my back settled on the hard wood. I could feel something thick and hard pressing against my pussy, the layer of his jeans the only thing in the way of his cock sliding easily into my dripping pussy.

“Yes the rest. How will he ever learn how to please you, how to make you tremble and moan if you don’t show him how?”