5: OUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

LAURA’S POV

My heart is literally pounding as I write this.

I was always the "good girl," you know? Quiet, kept to myself, fresh out of college and trying to be an adult.

But underneath all that… God, there was this secret, burning part of me that I only let out on paper. My journal. My dirty little secret.

And he was my secret. Michael Carter. My best friend Sarah’s dad.

He’s forty-eight. Tall, with these broad shoulders and salt-and-pepper hair that just makes him look so… powerful.

He has this quiet confidence that makes my knees weak. For years, I’d stutter when he talked to me, my cheeks burning red. I thought I was hiding it so well.

I wasn't.

I kept my journal under a loose floorboard in my bedroom. It was filled with letters. Letters I was never, ever going to send.

They were my fantasies. My release. I’d lie in bed at night, my fingers working between my legs, thinking about his hands, his voice, what his cock would feel like stretching me open.

Today, my world exploded.

I was in the kitchen, just making a sandwich, when I heard the floorboard in my room creak. My blood went ice cold.

No. No, no, no. I’d left the journal out. I’d been reading my own filthy words before bed and forgot to hide it.

Sarah, my best friend, had asked her dad to swing by and pick up the vintage jacket she’d left at my place last weekend—she needed it for a date tonight.

I’d told her it was on my desk...

I ran to my room and there he was. Michael. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, my journal open in his hands. His thumb was slowly tracing the words I’d written last night.

I froze. “Michael—I—”

He didn’t even look up. His voice was low, rough, and it went straight to my pussy. He read my words aloud.

“‘Michael, I lay in bed last night,and imagined what your cock must look like. How thick it must be. I pictured you forcing it between my lips, making me suck you until I choked, then pinning me down and fucking my tight little pussy raw until I couldn’t remember my own name.’”

The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My face is on fire, but a hot, slick rush of arousal soaks my panties, betraying me completely.

His fingers tightened on the paper. Then he finally looked at me. His eyes, usually so calm, are dark with a storm.

The hunger in them stole the air from my lungs.They rake over me, and I feel completely naked.

“Laura,” he says, and my name has never sounded so filthy. “You want to choke on my cock?”

I can’t speak. I just stand there, trembling, my body screaming yes while my brain short-circuits.

He takes a step closer, closing the distance.

“You’ve been writing me love letters.”

I swallowed, my pulse hammering in my throat. “I—I didn’t mean for you to see them.”

“No?” He took another step toward me, like a predator. “Then why write them at all?”

My back hit the doorframe. I could smell his cologne, cedar and something purely male.

“Because it’s wrong,” I whispered, even as I felt myself getting wet.“You’re my best friend’s dad.”

He let out a low, dangerous chuckle.

“And yet, here you are, trembling because I’m standing too close.” His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek. It was the lightest touch, but it set my skin on fire. “Is that what you want, my dirty little girl? You want me to ruin that sweet, innocent act for everyone? To bend you over this bed and give you exactly what you’ve been begging for in these pages?”

A broken, pathetic sound escapes my throat. It’s supposed to be a “no,” but it comes out as a desperate, needy whimper.

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and his eyes darken even more.

“Tell me to stop, Laura.”

I should have. I know I should have. But the word died in my throat.

“I can’t,” I breathed out.

His smile was wicked. Then his mouth was on mine.

It was a hot, demanding kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to claim me. I moaned into him, my hands flying to his chest, clinging to his dress shirt. He tasted like a well-aged wine infused with sin. I was melting.

He pulled back, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.

“You’ve been imagining this, haven’t you? My hands on you. My mouth.” His palm slid down my throat, over my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple through my sundress. I gasped. “Tell me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

A whimper escaped me. “I—I don’t—”

“False.” His teeth grazed my earlobe, and a jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to my clit. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you? Just from me reading your dirty little letters.” His hand dropped, cupping me between my legs. The pressure was incredible. I was so wet it was probably soaking through my panties. “Let’s find out.”

Before I could even think, he lifted me onto the edge of my bed. He pushed my dress up to my hips.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my plain cotton panties and dragged them down my thighs so slowly I thought I would scream.

The air hit my wet, bare pussy and I shuddered.

“Spread your legs, Laura.” His voice was a command.

I obeyed instantly, my knees falling apart, exposing myself completely to him. I’d never felt so naked, so seen.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and the raw need in his voice made my clit throb. “Look at you. So pretty and pink. So fucking wet for me.” His thumb brushed through my slick folds, circling my clit, and I arched off the bed with a broken cry. “Is this what you do when you read those letters? You get this pretty little cunt all messy for me?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, my hips bucking against his hand.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, and then he dropped to his knees on the floor and buried his face between my legs.

Oh my god. The first lick of his tongue against my clit made me see stars. It wasn’t gentle. He devoured me.

His mouth sealed over my sensitive bud and he sucked, hard, while two of his thick fingers pushed inside my tight pussy.

“Oh god, Michael!” I screamed, my hands fisting in his perfect salt-and-pepper hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled against my wet flesh, his breath hot. “Ride my face. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

His fingers curled inside me, pumping in and out, hitting a spot that made my whole body convulse. When his other hand snaked up and pinched my nipple hard through my dress, I completely shattered.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my back bowing off the bed as I screamed, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop.

He lapped at me, drinking every drop, drawing out the shaking and the tremors until I was a whimpering, boneless mess.

He finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal.

“Delicious,” he rumbled, standing up.

The sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper going down, was the most filthy, exciting sound I’d ever heard.

Then he freed his cock.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I’d seen him in swim trunks, I’d imagined it, but nothing prepared me for the reality.

It was thick and veined, standing up hard and angry against his stomach, the tip already leaking. It was so big. There was no way.

“That’s—” I started, my voice trembling.

“Gonna stretch this tight little cunt so good,” he finished for me, stroking his length as he crawled onto the bed over me. “But first, I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want my cock, Laura.”

I bit my lip, my freshly eaten pussy clenching around nothing at the filthy demand.

“I want it,” I whispered.

“Louder.” His hand wrapped around my throat. My pulse hammered against his palm. “Say it like you mean it. Like the dirty little girl who writes letters about her best friend’s dad.”

“I want your cock!” I gasped, my nails digging into his forearm. “Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I need it.”

His growl was feral. “Since you asked so nicely.”

In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up into the air, forcing my face into the mattress, my ass completely exposed and vulnerable.

SMACK!

His palm came down hard on my ass cheek, the sting making me yelp in surprise and pleasure.

“Count them,” he ordered, his voice dark.

SMACK! The other cheek.

“One! Ah! Two!”

He spanked me three more times, each one harder, until my skin was on fire and my pussy was dripping, slicking my inner thighs. The pain mixed with the pleasure until I was dizzy with it.

Then his hands were on my hips, and I felt the thick, engorged head of his cock nudging against my dripping entrance.

“You’re mine now, Laura. Say it.”

“I’m yours!” I sobbed, pushing my ass back against him, desperate to be filled.

With a guttural groan, he surged forward.

Oh. My. God.

The stretch was unbelievable. He was so thick, so long, stretching me open inch by agonizing, perfect inch.

I cried out, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my sore ass. I was so full. I’d never felt so full.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his grip on my hips bruising. “Like a fucking vise around my cock.”

“Move,” I begged, my body already adjusting, already craving the friction. “Please, Daddy, move!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, making me feel every ridge, and then slammed back into me. The force of it stole my breath.

“Like that, baby?” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm. The sound of his skin slapping against my ass filled the room. “You take my cock so well. This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes! Harder!” I was meeting him thrust for thrust now, my body singing with a pleasure so raw it was almost too much.

One of his hands snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing it in tight, perfect circles.

“Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice rough in my ear. “I want to feel this greedy little cunt drain my cock. Make it nice and wet for me.”

The command, the filthy words, sent me flying over the edge. My second orgasm ripped through me, even more intense than the first.

My walls clamped down around his shaft, milking him just like he wanted as I screamed his name into the mattress.

With a final, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock pulse inside me, jet after jet of his hot cum flooding my pussy. We collapsed together, a sweaty, panting, sticky mess.

He pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum immediately start to drip out of my well-used pussy. He gently flipped me onto my back.

His eyes were dark with pure possession as he leaned down and kissed me—slow, deep, and tender, a shocking contrast to the animalistic fucking we’d just shared.

“You’re mine now, Laura,” he murmured against my lips. “No more hiding. No more letters. You want something, you come and get it from me. Understood?”

I nodded, my heart still racing, my body already craving more of him.

“Yes.”

His smile was wicked.

“Good.” He reached down, his fingers trailing through the mess of our mixed fluids, and then he pushed his cum back inside me with a slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers. “Because I’m not nearly done with you yet. This is just the first of our lessons.”

And I knew, as I lay there trembling and utterly claimed, that my life as a good girl was over. And I’d never been happier.