“Take me, Mr Johnny”

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend.

He seemed to know me so well. Too well.

Mr. Johnny grabbed the glass of water I had poured, his finger tracing the edge of it. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said.

 My cheeks flushed. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier.

 He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore. He doesn’t take you like you want…” He took one of his hands off of the glass and rubbed it against my shorts, like he had this morning.

“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Kiara , not a boy.”

My nipples hardened from underneath my shirt as the pressure built in my core. I reached up and pinched them lightly, letting myself enjoy the moment. He kissed below my jaw, and I whimpered.

 “I can excite you, Kiara ,” he breathed, pressing another kiss on my neck, his fingers toying with my pussy.

He was right. This wasn't a game I could play or win. He knew his way around my defenses. I knew he had watched me all this time as his daughters friend. He knew what I needed. What I would react best to.

I knew exactly what I needed to say at that point.

 “Excite me then, Mr. Johnny.”

 “Whatever you say.” He smirked, then brought the glass of water to his lips and sipped it.

I raised an eyebrow at him as he watched me. He licked his lips and moved the glass to my lips, wanting me to take one as well.

This wasn’t what I was expecting when he said he was going to excite me. I furrowed my brows. His smirk widened as he pushed the glass closer to my lips. I guessed I would go along with it.

      I parted my lips and moved them closer to the cup. He tilted the glass, letting the water spill out of it. He purposely missed my mouth, and the coldness of the water ran down the front of my thin white tank top, making it see-through.

   “Oops,” he said, gazing down at my chest with hungry gray eyes. “Sorry.”

The shirt was plastered up against my hard nipples.

His fingers crawled up my body, and he took my nipples gently between his fingers and pulled on them.

I gripped the edge of the counter and threw my head back as heat rushed to my core.

      “I’ve been waiting to see these for so long,” he murmured. He dipped his head and grazed his teeth against my wet shirt while he snaked his hands under my shirt to grope my breasts.

      He pressed his lips to mine. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, loving the feeling of his hardness against my shorts.

      “I need you,” I said. I didn’t want to fuc'king wait anymore. I didn’t want to be disappointed night after night after night. I grasped his thick hair in my hand and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Fu'ck me, please.”

      He undid the button on his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down just enough to take out his dick. I pushed down my shorts and underwear.

He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbed his cock against my wet pussy, and groaned.

And within a moment, he thrust into me. My pussy wrapped around his cock, like it had never felt anything so big inside of me, and clenched on him each time he pumped into me.

His gaze traveled from my swollen clit to my wet T-shirt, and he watched my tits bounce as he fucked me.

“Harder,” I begged.

He wrapped his arms around my knees as he pounded harder inside of me.

I bit my lip to muffle my moans. My legs began trembling in his hands.

He tugged on both of my nipples harshly, and my back arched. I threw my head back and moaned.

“Kiara ! How long does it take you to get a glass of water?” Amanda yelled from her room.

 My eyes widened, and I tightened around Mr. Johnny’s hardness.

He covered my mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into me. Pressure was building in my core again. A few moments later, I heard footsteps down the hall.

      I tried to stop Mr. Johnny, but he stayed inside of me. He wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up off of the counter, bringing us to the next room, the living room.

There wasn’t a door, only a doorway. He kept the lights off and placed me down gently behind the couch. Even though the room was dark, I could still see the smirk on his face.

      He knelt, lifted my legs in the air, and placed them on his shoulders.

My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him.

“Giving you a damn good time,” he said.

He shoved himself into me harder than before, and I arched my back, trying to hold back my moans.

      “Kiara ! Where are you?” Amanda ’s footsteps padded around the kitchen.

      Mr. Johnny pressed his hand to my mouth as he fucked me harder. I moaned into it and gripped the rug underneath me. His fingers teased my nipple through my wet shirt, and I tightened around him.

      “Kiara ?” Amanda called out through the doorway to the living room.

 Fuck, she was going to find us.

Mr. Johnny thrust harder inside of me, his hand trailing down my body to my swollen clit. His fingers massaged circles around it. I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to keep quiet.

 “Kiara ?” she said again.

“Kiara ?” Amanda called out through the doorway to the living room.

Fuck, she was going to find us. Mr. Johnny thrust harder inside of me, his hand trailing down my body to my swollen clit. His fingers massaged circles around it.

I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to keep quiet.

“Kiara ?” she said again. Could she just f'ucking go away? For fuc'ks sake! Literally!!

 My legs shook as the pressure between my legs became unbearable. She walked out of the kitchen, and I threw my head back and moaned into Mr. Johnny’s hand.

      My lips parted. Oh my God. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure pumped out of me. He smirked down at me and pulled himself out.

      When I finally came down from my orgasm, he lay down next to me, pulled me on top of him—placing my pussy near his face—wrapped his hand in my hair, and forced my head onto his cock.

      I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting my juices, and slowly took him all the way down my throat. He pressed my head down further for me to take more of his huge dick. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, and he began thrusting his cock into my mouth.

      “Kiara !” Serena yelled.

      “Kiara ! Where’d you go?” Amanda called.

      My eyes widened, and I stopped sucking.

      “Don’t fucking stop,” Mr. Johnny mumbled against my pussy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and forced me back down onto him. “I wanna see your tits bounce as you suck my cock.”

He bobbed my head up and down on his cock, harder than before.

Their footsteps approached the kitchen.

I gagged on him as he hit the back of my throat. He brushed one of his hands against my breasts, took my nipple between his fingers, and twisted. Holy—

      “Kiara !” Serena yelled.

      I sucked harder on his cock as he continued pleasuring my clit and nipple. His tongue made quicker circles on my clit, and I knitted my eyebrows together, unsure if I would be able to hold myself together.

“Do you think she left?” Amanda asked from the kitchen.

“Why would she leave without telling us?” Serena answered.

They quieted down, and then their footsteps approached the living room.

“Did you check in here?” Serena asked.

My eyes widened, but I continued sucking on Mr. Johnny’s cock like he wanted me to. I forced him deep down my throat and gagged quietly on it. His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there.

I tried to breathe out of my nose and gagged once more. I needed to breathe.

The lights turned on, and I froze. Fear and excitement stirred within me at the thought of getting caught. As long as I kept quiet, we wouldn’t be.

“I already checked in there,” Amanda said.

      Mr. Johnny’s tongue massaged my clit faster as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy squelching overwhelmed me. There’s no doubt that they couldn’t hear it.

He continued thrusting inside of me with his fingers, and his tongue lightly flicked the top of my clit.

I clenched and released myself onto him. I forced him deeper down my throat, hoping that his cock would muffle my moans.

“Did you hear that?” Serena asked.

“Hear what?” Amanda said back as she walked back into the kitchen.

It was quiet for a moment, and I forced my lips harder on his cock, so I wouldn’t make a noise. The pleasure continued to course out of me.

His warm cum hit the back of my throat and slid down it. I almost gagged, and he smirked against my pussy.

She turned off the light. “Nothing. I must be hearing things.”

Their footsteps retreated out of the kitchen, and I gasped for air and moaned at the same time. I slid off of him and onto the ground. He pulled me closer to him and smirked.

“You ready for more?” he asked.

My eyes widened at him. “How can you ask that?! We almost got caught twice by your daughter and my best friend!”

“Only two more times, and I’ll have made you come the same amount of times in one night than your boyfriend has in five years.”

I closed my eyes, considering his words, and then sighed. I climbed back on top of him. “Take me, Mr. Johnny.”