Riding Fantasies…

Lucy.

I didn’t know how I slept in the same house as Dante without going to him and begging him to fuck me.

But I did.

It was the next morning now and we were out on the driveway, the bicycle between us.

I was wearing tiny denim shorts that rode up my ass and a cropped tank top that showed off the undersides of my tits.

My body was already on fire, the hard fabric of the denim plastered to my wet folds, causing a delicious friction on my sensitive clit.

I hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties.

A bold, risky move that I started to regret when I saw Dante.

My nipples instantly hardened.

Dante looked even more devastating in the daylight.

His tight black t-shirt stretched across his powerful chest, and grey sweatpants did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock.

My mouth watered.

“Ready for your lesson, Lucy?”

I nodded, voice barely a whisper. “I’m ready.”

He started the same way he had years ago—standing close behind me, one big hand on the back of the seat, the other wrapping firmly around my waist.

The heat of his palm burned through my thin top and I bit my lip to smother the whimper.

Jade hadn’t returned and I wondered how it would look if she came back and saw us like this.

The conclusions she would make thrilled me.

I pushed off and immediately wobbled as my mind flooded with pure filth.

Of Dante pinning me down right here on the grass and ripping off my shorts.

Of him spreading my legs and burying his face in my dripping cunt.

Of me sinking my fingers into his hair while he tongue-fucked my hole and sucked on my clit until I squirted all over his handsome face.

The fantasy was so vivid I lost my balance completely.

The bike tipped.

Dante’s strong arms caught me instantly, pulling my body back against his solid chest.

My ass pressed right against his groin and I felt something… stir.

“Focus, sweetheart,” he murmured, breath warm against my ear. His fingers flexed on my waist, digging in possessively. “You’re so distracted today.”

Because all I can think about is you holding me down and fucking me, daddy.

I tried again, mounting the bike and pedaling unsteadily.

But every time his hand brushed my bare skin or his body pressed closer to steady me, another filthy image hit me.

Him bending me over the bicycle seat, yanking my shorts aside and thrusting into me from behind.

The wet slapping sounds of his heavy balls hitting my clit.

His deep groans as he used me like his personal fucktoy. “Such a tight little cunt for Daddy,” he’d growl while filling me with cum.

I fell again.

This time I landed against him completely, my tits crushed to his chest, my hard nipples obvious through my top.

His hands slid lower, dangerously close to my ass.

“Break time,” he said, voice rougher now.

I nodded.

I was so wet it was embarrassing.

He guided me over to the shaded patio chairs.

We sat, and he looked at me with those intense eyes, studying every inch of my flushed face and body.

“You’ve really grown up, Lucy. Last time I really paid attention, you were just sixteen—following that scrawny kid around. What was his name again?”

I froze, shocked. “You… you knew about that?”

He chuckled, low and warm. “Hard to miss. You were adorable with that silly little crush. But he never became your boyfriend, did he?”

“No,” I whispered, heart racing. “Never.”

“Good.” His gaze darkened, sliding slowly down my body. “You’re beautiful now. Stunning, actually. A woman. You shouldn’t let those little college boys deceive you or waste your time. They don’t know how to handle a girl like you.”

My pussy clenched hard at his words.

What would he know about handling a girl like me when he never looked at me the way I wanted?

When he saw me as his daughter’s little friend.

“I, um… I should…check in with Jade,” I said quickly, trying to steady my breathing. All she had sent me yesterday was a drunk audio of her screaming in pleasure.

“Where is my daughter anyway?”

“She went to get something from the store,” I blurted, then cringed at the stupid lie.

Dante laughed, a rich, knowing sound that went straight to my core. “You don’t have to lie to cover for her, sweetheart. I know Jade. She’s probably somewhere with some boy’s dick inside her right now, getting fucked.”

I blushed furiously. “Isn’t… isn’t that kind of inappropriate to say?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking every bit the experienced, red-blooded man who could ruin me. “Maybe. But it’s true. And the way you’re looking at me right now tells me your mind isn’t exactly on innocent things either.”

I swallowed.

My pussy clenching around nothing.

Was he flirting?

He stood up before I could decipher it, wiping sweat from his brow. “I need to freshen up. I’ve worked up quite a sweat out here with you. I’ll be back soon and we can go get some lunch. You’re hungry, right?”

I nodded. But not for food.

As he disappeared inside, my eyes tracked the movement he made, my mind spiraling.

Without control, I started counting the seconds it took him to get to his room, to strip off his sweaty clothes, to step under the water.

I imagined how the water would cascade over his rippling muscles.

How the length of his thick cock would harden under his touch.

I counted the breaths he would take as he stroked himself to the thoughts of me getting on my knees for him, offering my pussy to him.

Before I could stop myself, my feet carried me upstairs.

My body moved like he was a magnet and there was no bone in my body ready to fight against the pull this man had on me.

Turn back, Lucy! A voice screamed at me.

I didn’t.

As I pushed open the door to his bedroom, he was stepping out of the bathroom.

Water dripped from his hair and skin, that same white towel was slung dangerously low around his hips, giving me a good view of dark hair.

Dante stopped, eyes meeting mine. “Lucy…What the hell are you doing in here?”

“Get. out. now!”

My heart began to hammer.

I had no good excuse.

Only a single thought ran through my head: Fuck me.

Please just fuck me.