Best Friend’s Forbidden Father: Part 2

My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears as I crept down the dark hallway. Sarah’s door was still closed, no light underneath. I told myself I was just going to get water again. But my feet carried me straight to Marcus’s bedroom door at the end of the hall.

I pushed it open slowly. The room was dark except for the faint moonlight coming through the curtains. Marcus was already sitting up in bed, shirtless, waiting.

“Close the door, Ava,” he said, voice low and rough.

I stepped inside and shut it behind me with a soft click. “Marcus… this is crazy. Sarah is literally right down the hall. If she wakes up…”

He didn’t let me finish. In one smooth motion, he got out of bed, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I moaned into it before I could stop myself, my hands pressing against his hard chest.

“Shh,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me again, deeper this time. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his hands roamed down my body, squeezing my ass through the tiny tank top. “You came. That means you want this as bad as I do.”

“I shouldn’t,” I breathed between kisses, guilt twisting in my stomach even as I kissed him back. “She’s my best friend. This is such a betrayal…”

Marcus lifted me up and carried me to his bed, laying me down on my back. He climbed on top of me, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress. “Then why are you so wet already?” His hand slid between my legs, fingers rubbing my bare pussy. “You’re dripping down your thighs, sweetheart. Your body doesn’t care about guilt.”

I gasped as two thick fingers pushed inside me. “Marcus… fuck… we have to be quiet.”

He kissed me again, swallowing my moans while his fingers pumped slowly in and out. “I know. But I’ve wanted this for so long. Every time you came over in those little shorts, teasing me… now you’re in my bed.”

The guilt hit me like a wave. Sarah was my best friend. We told each other everything. And here I was, legs spread for her father. But the way he touched me made my body burn.

“I feel so dirty,” I whispered, even as I rocked my hips against his hand. “She trusts me…”

Marcus pulled my tank top up and sucked hard on my nipple. “Then be my dirty little secret.” He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock against my entrance. “Tell me you want it.”

“I… I want it,” I moaned softly, shame and lust mixing together. “Please, Marcus.”

He pushed inside me slowly, stretching me open inch by inch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned quietly. “So fucking perfect.”

I bit my lip hard as he filled me completely, bottoming out deep inside. The fullness was overwhelming. He started fucking me slow and deep in missionary, grinding against my clit with every thrust.

“Oh god… you’re so deep,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist. “It feels too good…”

He covered my mouth with his big hand as he thrust harder. “Quiet, baby. Can’t have Sarah hearing her best friend getting fucked by her dad.”

The words made me clench around him. Guilt burned in my chest, but it only made the pleasure sharper. I moaned against his palm as he fucked me deeper, his muscular body moving over mine.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Knowing how wrong this is. Knowing I’m your best friend’s father and I’m stretching this tight pussy.”

“Yes…” I gasped when he moved his hand. “It’s so wrong… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He flipped us suddenly, pulling me on top of him. “Ride me, Ava. Show me how bad you need this cock.”

I straddled him, sinking down onto his thick length. I started riding him, rolling my hips, taking him deeper each time. My breasts bounced as I moved faster, trying to stay quiet.

Marcus gripped my hips, guiding me. “That’s it. Fuck your best friend’s dad like a good little slut. You’re so much tighter than I imagined.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I rode him harder. The guilt was still there, gnawing at me, but the pleasure kept winning. “I’m gonna come again,” I whispered desperately. “Marcus… I’m so close…”

He reached up and covered my mouth again as he thrust up into me. “Come then. Come all over my cock while Sarah sleeps down the hall.”

The orgasm hit me hard. I shook violently on top of him, moaning into his hand as my pussy clenched around his cock. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me through it from below.

Before I could recover, he flipped me onto my back again and pounded into me faster. “I’m close, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

“Please… cum inside me,” I begged, lost in the moment.

With a deep groan, Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding my pussy with hot, thick spurts of cum. I felt every pulse as he emptied himself inside me.

We were both breathing heavily, his cock still twitching inside me, when we suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway.

“Ava?” Sarah’s sleepy voice called out softly. “Ava, are you okay? I woke up and you weren’t in bed…”

My eyes widened in terror. Marcus’s cum was still leaking out of me as Sarah’s footsteps got closer to the door.