My Best friend’s Widowed Father 2

Kamilla’s POV

The sharp creak of the kitchen door hinges sliced through the heavy air like a knife, pulling me back from the haze of ecstasy that still clung to my skin. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled with the hem of my skirt, yanking it down over my thighs slick with sweat and the remnants of our forbidden release. Mr. Alfred was quicker, his strong hands already buttoning his shirt, but the room betrayed us, the musky scent of sex hung thick, mingling with the aroma of spilled coffee grounds from the broken cup shattered on the tile floor.

“What is going on here?” Katrina’s voice rang through the kitchen, bright and oblivious, as she pushed the door open fully.

I swallowed hard, my voice still trembling from the brutal intensity of what we’d just done. His cock had been buried deep inside me only moments ago, stretching my pussy to its limits, pounding relentlessly against my walls until I’d shattered around him. Now, I forced a casual tone.

“I came to get a cup of coffee, but the teacup slipped and broke.” My words came out shaky, my cheeks flushed not just from the lie but from the ache between my legs that begged for more.

“Ohh!! Sorry.” She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the mess without suspicion, thank God. The broken porcelain lay in jagged pieces, a convenient cover for the real chaos we’d unleashed on this counter.

“Dad, she broke your favorite cup,” Katrina said, turning to Mr. Alfred with a pout, her youthful energy a stark contrast to the raw hunger still simmering in his gaze as he glanced at me.

“We are sorry,” I added quickly, my pulse racing. I could feel his cum trickling down my inner thigh, a secret reminder of how he’d filled me just minutes before.

“No, it’s fine,” Mr. Alfred replied smoothly, his voice steady as he turned toward the doorway, adjusting his belt with practiced ease. But I caught the hint in his eyes, the promise of unfinished business.

“Dad, Kamilla and I need to go to the mart,” Katrina announced, grabbing her keys from the counter, oblivious to the tension crackling between us.

“Ohhkay, baby,” he said, his tone affectionate for her but laced with something darker when his eyes met mine. “Drive safe.”

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to let it go so easily. My body still throbbed with need, my pussy clenching around nothing, craving the thick girth of his cock again. The way he’d fucked me against the sink earlier, hard, possessive thrusts that made my tits bounce and my moans echo off the walls had only whetted my appetite. We hadn’t done enough; I needed more of him, all of him, until I was screaming his name.

“Katrina, I need to arrange my box,” I blurted out, the excuse slipping from my tongue before I could think. My suitcase in the guest room was a mess, but right now, it was the perfect alibi to keep her away.

“Ohh! I forgot. I’ll go alone, then,” she said without hesitation, slinging her purse over her shoulder. She waved cheerfully and headed out, the front door clicking shut behind her like a starting gun.

If a horse had been galloping in my chest at that moment, it would have thundered right through my ribs. Adrenaline surged through me, hot and electric. I waited a beat, listening to the car engine rumble to life outside, then turned on my heel. My feet carried me straight to Mr. Alfred’s bedroom door, my skin prickling with anticipation. He was waiting, I knew it in my bones.

I pushed the door open without knocking, stepping into the dimly lit space that smelled of his cologne and something earthier, more primal. The king-sized bed dominated the room, sheets rumpled from whatever restless night he’d had before. Mr. Alfred stood by the window, his back to me, but he didn’t startle when I entered. Instead, he turned slowly, his eyes darkening as they raked over my body.

I didn’t waste time. My fingers trembled with urgency as I stripped myself naked, peeling off my skirt, blouse, and bra in a frantic rush. The cool air hit my bare skin, making my nipples harden into tight peaks. My pussy was still swollen and wet from our earlier fuck, aching for him to claim it again.

“Let’s go wild,” he growled, his voice low and commanding as he stood up from the edge of the bed. He was already naked, his cock semi-hard and jutting out from his muscular frame, thick veins pulsing along its length.

At his age, he was still built like a god, broad shoulders, a chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, and abs that spoke of disciplined strength. He moved to the nightstand drawer, pulling it open with a deliberate slide.

My breath hitched as he withdrew a thin silver chain and a leather whip, the handle worn from use. The sight sent a thrill straight to my core, my juices dripping down my thigh. He’d hinted at his darker tastes before, but seeing the tools in his hands made my clit throb with wicked excitement.

“Come here,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, crossing the room to stand before him, my heart pounding. He looped the chain around my wrists, the cool metal biting into my skin as he secured it loosely at first, testing my reaction. I gasped, the restraint igniting a fire in my belly.

He pushed me back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. With a flick of his wrist, the whip cracked lightly against my thigh, not hard enough to bruise but enough to sting and make me arch. “You’ve been teasing me all week, Kamilla,” he murmured, his free hand trailing up my inner thigh, fingers brushing my soaked folds. “Hiding those pretty tits and that tight little pussy from me. Now, you’re mine to play with.”

“Yes, Mr. Alfred,” I whimpered, spreading my legs wider as he teased my entrance with his fingertips, dipping in just enough to coat them in my arousal before pulling away.

The whip came down again, this time on my ass as I flipped onto my stomach at his command. The leather kissed my skin with a sharp snap, sending jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through me. I moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for more. He chuckled darkly, chaining my hands to the headboard now, the links clinking softly. His cock hardened fully as he positioned himself behind me, rubbing the head against my ass cheeks.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, the whip trailing lightly over my back.

“Please, fuck me,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “I need your cock inside me.”

He didn’t make me wait long. Gripping my hips, he thrust into my pussy in one brutal stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, the stretch burning so good as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my clit. He set a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the chain rattling with every movement. The whip occasionally grazed my sides, heightening the sensations until I was a writhing mess beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands digging into my flesh as he pounded harder. Sweat slicked our bodies, the room filling with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, my moans growing louder with each deep plunge.

He flipped me over after what felt like an eternity of that position, my wrists still bound. Now on my back, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half as he drove into me again. The angle hit my G-spot perfectly, making stars burst behind my eyelids. I bucked against him, my tits jiggling with the force of his thrusts. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while the whip lay forgotten for the moment, his focus on devouring me.

“Harder,” I pleaded, my nails scraping at the sheets since my hands were restrained. He obliged, his hips snapping forward with feral intensity, his cock dragging along my walls, hitting every sensitive spot.

We shifted again, this time with him on his back. He unchained me briefly, only to guide me onto him. I straddled his waist, positioning his throbbing cock at my entrance before sinking down slowly, inch by inch. The fullness made me shudder, my pussy clenching around him as I adjusted to his size. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider as I began to ride.

Up and down I moved, grinding my clit against his pelvis with each descent. The chain dangled from one wrist now, a reminder of our game. I picked up speed, bouncing harder, my moans turning into screams as pleasure coiled tight in my core. “Oh God, Mr. Alfred, your cock feels so fucking good!”

He thrust up to meet me, his eyes locked on where we joined, watching his shaft disappear into my dripping pussy. One hand snaked up to pinch my nipple, twisting just enough to make me yelp, while the other smacked my ass, the sound echoing sharply.

I rode him wildly, my hair whipping around my face, sweat dripping between my breasts. The build-up was intense, my walls fluttering around him as orgasm approached. “I’m gonna cum,” I wailed, slamming down one final time.

But just as the door to the bedroom flew open widely, creaking on its hinges with a bang that shattered the moment.