CHAPTER 004- Leave it open

I left the door unlocked again.

I didn’t even pretend I was going to lock it this time. Just showered, put on one of Chloe’s old shirts that barely covered my ass, and got in bed. My body still felt used from last night. A good kind of sore. Every time I shifted I remembered how thick he’d been, how deep he’d gone.

I must of laid there for an hour before I heard him on the stairs.

The door opened quiet. He stepped in and locked it behind him this time. No words at first. Just the sound of his belt coming undone, then his pants hitting the floor.

“Come here,” he said.

I sat up. He was already hard, cock heavy in his hand as he stroked himself once, watching me. I crawled to the edge of the bed. He didn’t make me wait. Just fisted a hand in my hair and guided my mouth to him.

“Open.”

I did. He pushed past my lips slow, filling my mouth until I gagged a little. His other hand came up to cup the back of my head, not forcing, just holding me there while he breathed out hard.

“Fuck… that’s it. Take it.”

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, messy and eager. Spit ran down my chin. He thrust shallow at first, then deeper, using my mouth like it belonged to him. The wet sounds were filthy. I looked up at him while he fucked my throat and the look on his face made my pussy clench around nothing.

He pulled out sudden, a string of spit connecting my lips to his cock.

“On your back. Legs open.”

I scrambled to obey. He shoved the shirt up over my tits and stared down at me for a second, jaw tight.

“Already soaked,” he muttered. He dragged two fingers through my folds, then pushed them inside. “This cunt’s been thinking about me all day, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He groaned and replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust. The stretch punched a sound out of me. He clapped a hand over my mouth and started fucking me proper — deep, rough strokes that made the headboard tap the wall.

“Quiet,” he warned, voice strained. “You make too much noise and I’ll stop.”

I nodded under his hand, eyes watering. He kept one palm sealed over my mouth while the other gripped my thigh, spreading me wider so he could watch himself disappear inside me. Every thrust was wet and loud. I was dripping down onto the sheets.

“Look at you,” he said, low and rough. “Taking your best friend’s dad’s cock like a needy little slut. This what you wanted when you left that door open?”

I moaned against his palm. He fucked me harder, the force of it making my tits bounce. His eyes stayed locked on where we were joined, watching his thick cock stretch me open over and over.

“Gonna come inside you again,” he said. “Fill this tight hole up. You want that?”

I nodded fast, desperate.

He moved his hand just enough for me to speak.

“Please—please come in me, Daddy.”

That broke him. His hips snapped faster, losing rhythm, and then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a quiet, broken sound. I felt every pulse of it, hot and deep. The feel of him filling me pushed me over too. I came hard around his cock, thighs shaking, biting down on his hand to stay quiet.

He stayed inside me after, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to mine for a second.

Then he pulled out slow. I felt his cum start to leak out immediately.

He sat back on his heels and looked at the mess between my legs, something dark and satisfied in his expression.

“Don’t clean that up,” he said. “I want you to sleep with my cum in you.”

My face burned but I nodded.

He stood, pulled his pants back on, and paused at the door.

“Same time tomorrow. Leave it open.”

Then he was gone.

I lay there in the dark with my legs still spread, his cum slowly dripping out of me onto the sheets, already counting the hours until tomorrow night