It started as a harmless visit—just swinging by my best friend’s house to grab the textbook I left behind. I wasn’t expecting her dad to answer the door. But there he was, as tall and handsome as ever. Those broad shoulders, that knowing smirk, and a voice that always makes me clench my thighs.
“Hey there, Maddox. What brings you by?” Mr. Jameson asked with a wink as he leaned against the doorframe. I could feel my cheeks flush at his proximity.
“Oh, just forgot my history book. Jess said I could stop by and grab it real quick.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.
He stepped aside to let me in, his hand brushing mine as I passed. Sparks shot up my arm at the contact. “She’s upstairs, but come on in. Can I get you anything to drink first?”
I followed him to the kitchen, watching the way his strong arms flexed as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. My eyes traveled down to his firm rear, barely concealed by those tight jeans. I bit my lip, remembering the shape of that ass as I gripped it tight last time we fucked.
It had started a few weeks ago, when Jess was at cheer practice and I came over to study. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was bent over the couch, Mr. Jameson pounding into me from behind. We’ve been sneaking around ever since – stolen moments whenever we can.
The risk of getting caught is exhilarating. Knowing it’s so wrong makes it even hotter. I’m not sure what’s more thrilling – the sex or the forbidden taboo of it all.
He handed me the water, his fingers grazing mine again. I could see the hunger in his eyes. “So, how have you been?” he asked, voice low.
“Good,” I breathed, my thighs clenching. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too, sweetheart.” The endearment made me shiver. “I was hoping you’d stop by sooner.”
Just then, we heard Jess’s bedroom door creak open above us. Mr. Jameson grabbed my arm and pulled me into the laundry room, shutting the door behind us.
“Fuck, I need you,” he growled, pushing me up against the dryer. His mouth was on mine, tongue delving deep as his hands roamed my body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh.
“Please,” I whimpered against his lips, grinding on him wantonly. I didn’t care about the risk. All I cared about was feeling his big dick splitting me open.
He hiked up my skirt and shoved my panties aside, fingers sliding through my already-soaked folds. “Always so ready for daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, always ready. I’m your dirty little slut,” I panted, too far gone to care how it sounded.
TO BE CONTINUED…