Birthday wish

Elena, a 19-year-old, has long harbored

desires for Garrett Hartley, her father's

best friend and a successful CEO. On her

birthday, she wishes for Garrett to take her

innocence and make the night

unforgettable. Throughout the evening,

Elena's fantasies and Garrett's subtle

advances build tension. …

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I couldn't believe my 19th birthday had finally arrived. As I blew out the candles on my cake, I made a silent wish, one that I had been longing for since I first noticed the changes in my body and my desires.

I wanted Garrett Hartley, my father's best friend, to take my innocence and make this birthday unforgettable. Garrett, with his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes, was the epitome of a silver fox.

He was a successful CEO, always dressed in tailored suits that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. I had known him for years, but it was only recently that I began to see him in a different light.

The way his eyes seemed to linger on my curves whenever he visited, the subtle flirty comments he made—it all fueled my growing lust.

My father, oblivious to my desires, had invited Garrett over for dinner to celebrate my special day. As I helped set the table, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have Garrett's strong hands on my body instead of these delicate plates.

I adjusted my short skirt, ensuring it rested high on my thighs, and smoothed down the silk fabric of my blouse, hoping to draw attention to my blossoming figure.

When the doorbell rang, my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath, straightened my posture, and walked towards the door with feigned nonchalance.

As I opened it, my breath caught in my throat. There he was,

standing tall and handsome, his graying temples only adding to his allure.

"Happy birthday, Elena," Garrett's deep voice rumbled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in my appearance. "You look... stunning."

I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment. "Thank you, Garrett. Please, come in." As I led him into the living room, I was hyperaware of his presence behind me.

I could sense his gaze on my swaying hips, and I felt a tingle between my thighs with every step. My father greeted us warmly, and we made small talk over cocktails.

I tried to act natural, but my nerves were getting the better of me. I kept imagining what it would feel like to have Garrett's experienced lips on mine, his hands exploring my body.

Dinner was a blur of flavors and conversation. I sat across from Garrett, stealing glances at his strong hands as he gracefully handled his cutlery.

I imagined those hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer as he thrust into me. My core throbbed with anticipation, and I had to shift in my seat to relieve the building pressure.

After dinner, my father excused himself to attend to some work, leaving Garrett and me alone in the living room. I offered to pour him another drink, my hands trembling slightly as I filled the glass.

"So, Elena, how does it feel to finally be nineteen?" Garrett asked, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey.

"It feels... liberating," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm on the cusp of something exciting, a new chapter in my life." Garrett leaned forward, his intense gaze never leaving my face.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be exciting. Especially if you get everything you've been wishing for." My heart raced at his words. Did he know? Could he sense my desire for him? I took a sip of my drink, my hand shaking slightly, and set the glass down with a clink.

"I've always been curious about your thoughts, Elena," he continued, his voice even deeper now. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman. It must be challenging for a man to resist you."

I felt my face grow warm, and I looked down at my hands, playing with the stem of my glass. "I... I suppose I've noticed a few changes in how people see me."

"And how do you feel about that?" Garrett asked, his voice husky and full of unspoken promises.

I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to meet his gaze. "I like it. I want to explore... experience things. But I want it to be with someone who understands, someone who can show me the way."

Garrett's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his silver-streaked hair. "I think I can help with that, Elena. If you're sure this is what you want."

My pulse quickened, and I felt a rush of moisture between my legs.

"I'm sure. I trust you, Garrett. And I want this... I want you."

Without another word, he stood up, walked around the table, and pulled me to my feet. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he tilted my head back.

I closed my eyes, anticipation coursing through my veins. Then, his lips descended upon mine, soft and warm, yet demanding. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as he kissed me with a hunger that matched my own.

His mouth left mine, trailing kisses along my jawline, down my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. I arched into him, desperate for more. Garrett's hands roamed over my body, his touch electric as he traced the curves of my waist and hips.

He slid his hands beneath my blouse, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra with a practiced ease that made me even wetter.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my sensitive neck. "So responsive." I whimpered as he teased my nipples, rolling and pinching them through the silk of my blouse.

"Please, Garrett..." He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, my dear. We have all night."

With that, he lifted me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He carried me up the stairs, his strength and confidence only adding to my arousal. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his masculine scent, as he kicked open the door to my bedroom.

He laid me down on my bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress. I sat up, eager to help, my fingers fumbling with his belt as I pulled him closer.

His shirt soon joined mine on the floor, revealing a sculpted

chest and washboard abs that made my mouth water. Garrett kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, his erection straining against his boxer briefs.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the bulge, and he hissed in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut for a

moment.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he growled, his voice rough with desire. I smiled, my confidence growing as I realized the power I held over this powerful man.

"Show me, Garrett. Teach me everything." He joined me on the bed, his hands guiding mine to his hard length. I stroked him through the fabric, marveling at his size and the way his breath hitched with each caress.

With a growl, he tore off his underwear, releasing his thick, throbbing cock. "Suck me, Elena," he commanded, his voice hoarse.

I needed no further encouragement. I leaned forward, my hands cupping his heavy balls as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum, before taking him deeper.

I moaned around his length, the vibrations driving him wild, as I deep-throated him, my nose buried in his coarse pubic hair.

Garrett's hands fisted in my hair, guiding my pace as he thrust into my mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I reveled in the power I held, bringing this confident man to the brink of ecstasy.

His breath grew ragged, and I knew he was close. "I'm going to come, Elena," he warned, his voice strained. I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and his essence. "Not yet," I whispered, my voice laced with newfound authority.

"I want to feel you inside me first." Garrett's eyes blazed with desire as he positioned himself between my thighs. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue mimicking the rhythm I craved, while his fingers teased my slick folds, making me squirm with need.

"Please, Garrett," I begged, my hips arching off the bed. "I need you." He smiled against my mouth, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "As you wish, my dear." With that, he aligned his throbbing cock with my entrance and slowly pushed inside.

I gasped at the stretch and burn, my body accommodating his girth with each inch he claimed. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, before pulling out and thrusting back in, filling me.

"Oh, God," I breathed, my hands digging into his shoulders. "You feel incredible." Garrett began to move, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace.

His eyes never left mine, burning with intensity as he watched my reactions. I matched his rhythm, my body instinctively moving with his, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

"That's it, my sweet girl," he grunted, his voice thick with passion. "Feel how good we are together." I cried out as he hit a sweet spot deep within me, my climax building with each stroke.

Garrett's fingers found my clit, his skilled touch sending me spiraling towards the edge. "Come for me, Elena," he urged, his voice hoarse with his desire.

I tightened around him, my walls milking his shaft as my orgasm crashed over me. I cried out his name, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Garrett followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside me, his throaty groans filling the room. We lay entangled, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat.

Garrett brushed the hair from my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Happy birthday, Elena," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I smiled, my heart overflowing with joy and contentment. "It's the best gift I could have ever asked for." As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I knew this was just the beginning of a night that would change everything.

Garrett Hartley had given me the best birthday present a girl could wish for, and I couldn't wait to explore the depths of pleasure he had promised.