Mag-log in“Dad… I…” I couldn't finish the thought. I was looking at his lips. They were so close. I don't know who moved first. I don't think it mattered. Suddenly, the distance was gone. His mouth crashed against mine, and it wasn't the kiss of a father. It was deep, hungry, and desperate. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting like mint and heat, claiming me. I moaned into his throat, my hands flying up to grip his wet shoulders. He broke the kiss for a second, his forehead resting against mine. We were both breathing like we’d just run a marathon. “This shouldn’t be happening,” he groaned, his voice full of pain and desire. “I’m your father, Lila. This is wrong. So fucking wrong to look at me like that.” “I'm… I'm sorry Dad I…” I tried to apologize with my mouth. But my hand moved on its own. It felt like I was watching someone else’s arm reach out. My fingers roamed down his chest, feeling the hard muscle, the damp skin, until my hand was hovering just inches away from his cock. My
I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. Even after Alex left, that deep, heavy ache between my legs refused to fade. It was like a constant throb, a reminder of how Marcus had felt in my mind. I tried to ignore it, but every time I shifted my weight, I felt the slickness. My panties were a lost cause—soaked through and clinging to me like a second skin.I needed a shower. I needed to wash the dream off my skin and the heat out of my blood. But my bathroom had other plans. For days, the pipes had been groaning, and this morning, the shower head gave up entirely. Only a pathetic, ice-cold trickle came out.I stood there in the hallway, biting my lip. The only other shower was in Marcus’s room.My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked down the hall. I told myself it was just for the water. I told myself I was being practical. But my hands were shaking before I even reached his door.“Dad?” I called out. My voice sounded small, barely a whisper. “My shower’s broken again. Can I use
Marcus just smiled at me, and he was as calm as ever, even with the big coffee stain spreading across his once white shirt. “No worries, sweetheart. It’s nothing much, it's only coffee. I’ll just change later.” He looked at me a little closer, his brow furrowing slightly. “You okay this morning? You look a bit flushed. Did you sleep alright?” I forced a small smile, with my face still burning. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… had a really weird dream, that’s all.” Before he could ask anything else concerning the dream, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the sound, really grateful for the sudden interruption. “That must be Alex,” Marcus said, nodding toward the front door. “He mentioned he’d stop by today. Go say hi, don't worry I’ll clean all of this up.” I nodded quickly and hurried out of the kitchen, my heart still racing and my thighs slick and sticky under my thin nightgown that clung to my body. Alex had been my best friend since we were just kids. He was the only person I trusted with my
I moaned as Marcus thrust deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me open in one deep powerful thrust. I was on my back in his big bed, with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked me with long, and steady thrusts. His body was heavy and warm on top of mine, his muscles flexing under my hands as I gripped his shoulders. Those strong hands held my hips, pulling me onto him with every thrust, making sure I took every single inch of him.“Ahh..” I moaned, my head falling backward as he filled me deeply with every single powerful thrust. He was really good at this and he was way better than guys around my age.Every single deep thrust of his filled me completely, dragging along my inner walls and hitting that perfect spot that made my toes curl, and my head fall backwards. I could feel the heat coming from his skin, and the slight roughness of his beard against my neck as he kissed and sucked there. His cock was definitely on another level compared to guys around my age,
I was deep in a dream, drifting through a hazy, warm fog. My mom and vanessa had gone out hours ago. I had played my games and now, I was just here. Deep in the land of sleepmI felt a familiar heat, a rhythmic pressure that made my hips twitch against the mattress. Mmm... I let out a low moan, my eyes still closed. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, a leftover memory from the night before. But then, the pressure tightened. A soft, slick palm wrapped around the base of my cock and slid upward, pulling the skin tight. "Mmm-nnn-gh..." I groaned, my head tossing on the pillow. The sensation was too real, too electric. My eyes snapped open, and the sunlight hitting the bedroom wall told me it was late afternoon.I looked down. Vanessa was sitting on the edge of my bed. She was wearing a silk robe that hung loosely off one shoulder. Her hand was buried under the covers, moving in a slow, expert stroke that had my cock straining toward the ceiling. "Morning, sleepyhead,"
Vanessa’s hand stayed on my cock, stroking me slowly and teasingly through my pants as she waited for my answer from me. Her green eyes were locked on mine, as she tested my limits.“I want you,” I whispered, my voice so hoarse and low with undeniable need.And that was all it took for her to proceed. She smiled mischievously, in a slow and in a satisfied way, and pulled me into a deep kiss. Her lips were so soft and full but demanding in a way, her tongue sliding against mine as her hand squeezed my cock harder through my pants. I groaned into her mouth, my hands finally moving to her waist, pulling her closer to me. She felt so incredible, and so warm, she was damn curvy, and confident in a way no girl around my age had ever been.Vanessa broke the kiss and looked at me with that teasing smile. “My little baby boy is all grown up and ready to fuck his mom’s best friend,” she whispered. “Mmm, look at how you’re pulsing for me already. We have to be quiet, though. Your mom is sleepin







