Comforted By My Ex’s Dad Pt 4

Alisson~

Brent made it clear that he wanted me to stay the night, and he did everything humanly possible to make sure I didn't remember his son or the reason why I was here, lying on his bed.

But it didn't rid me of the guilt that threatened to swallow me whole, I should have at least waited for a few days before this happened.

He is Ron’s father for crying out loud. I pull the covers and attempt, yes attempt because the minute my legs touch the floor he pulls me back to the bed.

“Stay.”

I shut my eyes tight, holding back the tears that suddenly decided it would be a good time to spill.

“I told you I would.”

“Love, you were just about to sneak out.”

I turned over to look at him, “Or just wanted to pee?”

He finally lets go and I rush to the bathroom.

I stand naked in the bathroom and suddenly I feel like a dirty girl, fuck.

I quickly wash up before I dwell in my head for too long, Brent is already situated outside with a towel.

“Come here.”

I hesitate, “Uhm I—”

“Love, I didn't fucking stutter.”

My heart begins hammering in my chest as I move toward him, one step at a time.

“You’ve been moody since you woke up, why?”

I bite my lower lip, “This whole thing feels intimate, the way you fuck me, the way you take care of me, the way you look at me.”

Even now as I look in the mirror, we look perfect together like two pieces in a puzzle. Perfect.

He arches his brows. “Love, I have had my fingers, tongue and cock deep inside you, tasted your juices and had you sleep in my bed and me taking care of you feels intimate.”

He backs me toward the bed and I jump on it to avoid being bulldozed by him.

I didn't know how to explain that yes, I have always had a crush on him. Even before the start of my relationship with Ron and now standing naked next to him was igniting feelings I didn't think existed.

“Alisson, do you know why it feels intimate?” He growled out.

“No?”

“Because it fucking is intimate. Everything we do is intimate because it is us.”

I swallow really hard. “I’m afraid one night won't be enough, that I'm going to love it too much.”

His gaze goes soft and devastatingly possessive. “You are going to enjoy it, you're going to beg for more and I will oblige.” He flashes me a wicked grin, “Spread your legs for me again, love.”

When I don't move he pinches my nipples, I glance down and never in my life has a man looked at me the way Brent looks at me, as if every word I utter is of the utmost importance, as if he seeks to know how to please me.

“You have a pretty slutty pussy, we both know that but I need you out of your head. Focus on me, tell me what you want, love.”

I drag in a shuddering breath and point at my dripping pussy. “I need my Daddy’s cock.”

He hovers over me without missing a beat and shoves into my pussy. “Your dirty mouth is going to put you in trouble, love.” His free hand traces my lower lip with his index. “I'm going to enjoy fucking it later.”

I stick my tongue out and lick his finger, “Use every hole in my body.”

“I plan to.” He kissed me intensely and rough but he doesn’t push further into me, he just keeps kissing like this is our first encounter, like I’m not dripping on the head of his cock right now.

“You want Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it.”

I’m nowhere prepared for the size of him, like his cock added an extra width in two hours.

I fight my body to take him another inch deeper into me, but Brent watches as I writhe and squire with his eyebrow cocked to the side completely amused by my struggle. “Do we have a problem, love?”

Fuck. Yes we do.

I shake my head saying no, Brent chuckles deeply. “Are you sure?” He pushes in a bit still not ready to help me out. “because you say you want my cock but you’re not taking it in like the good girl I know you are.”

I sob out an exhale as I pull him by his ass trying to take an extra inch.

Foreplay before sex has never been an issue for me, he fucked me like a lunatic already so why is it so freaking hard now?

“I’m trying.” I manage to choke out, with tears at the edge of my eyes.

“You’re so fucking stubborn, Ali. If you want something from Daddy, fucking ask for it.”

“What?” He pulls out of me, lying on the bed and sets me on his stomach, he holds my eyes as his thumb and middle finger press to my clit, I grind slow circles like the horny whore I have suddenly become, I try to hold back but the way he looks as me burns me up as much as his thumb. “That’s right, love. Just like that.”

Pleasure builds tighter and tighter in my bones. “ Why does everything feel so much better when I’m with you?”

“Because I know what you want, and how you want it and I give it to you.” He lifts me up a bit and pushes two fingers into one, spreading me more with each stroke.

“We fit in a pretty messed up way like two peas in a pod. You want a Daddy who’s gonna slut you the fuck out and I want a baby girl who’s going to give me that pussy when I want it and however I want it.” Something washes across his expression. “I don’t just want any girl, I want you, Ali.”

My breath hitches and I would have burst out laughing if his fingers weren’t pushing in and out of my pussy. There’s no way I’m special or my pussy was special, if it was then why did Ron choose my best friend over me?

“Brent…”

He doesn’t give me the chance to argue with him. Brent lifts me up to straddle his age and his mouth is on my pussy, suddenly every fight in me is drowned my the orgasm barreling down in me.

“Oh fuckin- oh shit.” I come so hard I plant my hands on the headboard to keep me from collapsing. And he doesn’t stop, he holds me down and keeps kissing my pussy.

“Fuck, Brent, fuck!!!!” I bite down hard on my button lip. “God, I love what you do to me.”

“Don’t move, love.” He slides down and lodges himself at my entrance, Brent nudges my thighs wider and thrusts slowly into me. This time there’s no obstruction, my body welcomed him and he sinks into me in one smooth stroke.

He keeps us like that, deep inside me his big body engulfing me as his touch breathing hits my ear.

Fuck.

“I need you to erase Ron from your mind.”

I'm trying to, I want to but this is all shades of wrong. Wanting it to go on for more than one night, even starting it is wrong.

I try to thrust back to him but it is useless, I'm fully trapped.

“Four hours ago, he was my boyfriend, I can't just do that.”

“He was.” He withdraws a bit and pumps into me, drawing a moan from my lips. He kisses my shoulders, and my breasts and then he goes back to my ear nibbling and growling as we talk about the situation at hand while he’s balls deep in me.

“Unfortunately, he’s an idiot. And it doesn’t matter because he isn’t for you, love.”

“You’re his father!”

He nips at my nipple. “Yeah, and now I’m your Daddy.”

He keeps fucking me with shallow strokes that feel good but aren’t enough for me, it’s like he’s punishing me for fighting against this.

“Stop thinking, love.”

“What if Ron comes in here and begs for me to take him back.“

Brent chuckles, like fucking chuckles. “I’d love to see him try.”

One hand snakes down and press my clit, “You guys get back together but we both know you'll cross the line and plead for my cock again.”

My head goes blank at the thought and heats radiates gc me. “Fucking bastard!”

“You like that don't you?” He gives my clit a light tap.

I shake my head in disapproval.

“Fuck, you make me want to have you, Ali.”

I want to refute, tell him it wont work but Brent suddenly decides the discussion is over when his fingers dig into my hips and he starts fucking me, he drags me down his length as he thrusts forward until he's filling me everywhere.

He drives into me over and over again, fucking every doubt and worry I've ever had away.

He pulls out of me and commands, “Turn over.”

I get on all fours without any argument, my ass shoots to the air waiting.

I feel a wet thumb on my ass and freeze, hr squeezes my cheek sightseeing me and then presses his thumb past the ring muscles.

“Every been fucked here?”

“Would you love Daddy’s cock in your ass?” He pumps slowly, not going deep.

“I’m not sure.”

“I will take this virgin ass of yours, not now though.” he murmurs still fucking me with his thumb, my fingers fky to to my clit rubbing on it and the pleasure brewing is in sand.

“Yes Daddy, fuck all of my holes. I want you to own them, brand me.”

He pulls his thumb out and shoves his cock into my pussy, fucking me like he's mad at me. “You will never get back with Ron, never.”

He curses loudly as he's pressed against my back shoving my legs wider.

Holy fuck.

I bury my face deep into the mattress as I come on his cock, Brent follows me over the edge pounding deep into me growling my name as my pussy milks his cock.

I stare blankly at the wall trying to process the amount of pleasure I just experienced.

I turn to face him heaving but instead my eyes catches a glimpse of someone standing by the door way, Ron.