Comforted By My Ex’s Dad

Brent~

Alisson lets out a panicked cry as my hand unclamp her neck,

“Yess,” she whispers softly, “please fuck my naughty cunt. Please.”

I always knew Ron was a screw up but I didn’t expect him to cheat on this walking temptation.

I search her face for a hint of conflict but there’s nothing there, just lust.

“Would you like to see how wet I am already?” Her hands dropped to the hem of her gown and my resolve shattered.

I looked around the house, realizing that I had brought her to one of the private rooms in the house.

It was basically another house section but just for me, the slightly shut door made a smile spread fast across my face.

She wanted to be caught, not just by Ron but everyone downstairs dancing and celebrating. She wanted to be tagged a fucking slut. My fucking slut.

I drop down on the couch closest to the door, spreading my legs apart so my hard on can be visible.

“Take off your shoes.”

She immediately obeys without wasting a beat, and walks over to me but I halt her.

“Turn around, lie down.” She pauses, conflict rising in her and I move her how I need her to be. Placing her on her stomach facing the television, her shins and feet are bent up against the couch.

I see the confusion in her face and I smile to myself, oh pretty Alisson.

“You look so fucking shameless, Ali.” I murmur. “But show me how shameless you can get. Pull that dress up for me.”

She reaches down, gripping the hem of her gown inching it over her ass, “Just like this, sir?”

My cock jolts as she calls me sir.

“Such a good slut.” I tighten my grip on her thigh. “Spread your legs and lift your hips.”

My hands shift higher, cupping her pussy, and it takes everything in me not to fucking pull my pants down and fuck the lights out her.

Not yet.

“So wet.” I murmur. “Were you this wet while in the jacuzzi? Would have let me fuck—” I didn't wait for an answer before I plunged two fingers deep into her pussy. “You’d have let me, even though you were my son's.”

She clenches on my fingers moaning like a fucking angel, “Yes. I'd have let you do more than your fingers.”

I pull abruptly, she's not going to get this easily. I am for some reason putting her before my family. She has to show me she deserves this pedestal.

“You want to be bad, to be a fucking whore who fucks her ex’s dad, Ali? Prove it here.”

She lifts her head up, her eyes fully trained on me. “How do I do that?”

I spread my legs again, putting the finger that was in her pussy on my thigh.

“Come here.” I nod to my fingers, “Straddle my thigh right here.”

She raises her brow in confusion then her eyes light up in understanding and need. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she comes down against my fingers, and I push them even further into her making her whimper just a little.

Fuck. She feels so warm against me.

“Go on, take what you need, Love.” I grip her thigh with my free hand urging her to rock against my finger.

“Ride my fingers, show me you deserve my cock in you.”

She shivers, quietly whispering. “Your finger isn't what I want.”

I smile arrogantly at her. “Love, this isn't my first rodeo. I'm not desperate to fuck your pussy and chase pleasure. I will fuck you when I think— when I decide you've earned my cock and deserve it, and not a second before.” My voice goes hard. “Now, Alisson. Ride my fingers, show Daddy how prettily you come.”

“Okay.” she breathes out, finally moving and grinding against me, and I force my fingers deeper into her, as deep as I can get.

She eats it up immediately, and I know that pussy is hungry for something more.

I watch her hungrily as I lean to capture a nipple through the fabric of her dress.

I suck on it hard, making her cry out. That's too many clothes, “Take off the fucking dress.”

She hurriedly takees it off and my breathe catches, I have a stupid son. A really fucking stupid son.

Alisson is perfect, her bouncy juicy breasts stare at me and I go dumb.

“You’re sexy, love.”

“Thanks Daddy.”

I pull her closer, “I shouldn’t enjoy the sight of you like this, this much but fuck I never want you clothed again.”

I picked her up with my fingers still lodged in her pussy, placing her fully on the couch. “I love it, Ali. I want you this way all the darn time.”

I part her pussy with my and circle her clit slowly with my thumb. “Tell me, love. What is it you want?”

She shuts her eyes and chest heaves, “God, I want to come on your fingers… on your cock… please.”

I trace her with my fingers, teasing her as I go. “Is that what this pretty little pussy needs? Ask properly and I might just give you that.”

She bites her bottom lips, looking down at him. “Make me come, Daddy. Make me come on your fingers already.”

I pump my fingers in and out, her pussy clenches twice around me, “What are you thinking about?”

“The door is not locked, anyone can just walk in and see us.”

I smiled at her, “You’d like that now, wouldn't you?” I spread her pussy with my free hand and ghost around her pussy. “You want him to walk in on us right now. Tell me love, when was the last time he made you come?”

My fingers still rub around her pussy, I shouldn’t have asked that question. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t my business but the moment she responded my heart dropped.

“Never. Ron is pretty boring in bed, he’s never eaten me out or bothered to know what I liked.”

“He’s never made you come?”

“Never. He didn’t seem to care as long as he had his fun.”

The anger rising in me is evident in the pace at which I go down on her. How the fuck did I birth a stupid piece of shit?

I curse under my breath as I kiss the lips of her pussy. She tastes for fucking heavenly like a real deity. I take my time with her, licking her slowly like I have years to do so.

The flat of my tongue drags over her clit. “You’re not leaving tonight.”

“What?“

“Love, you've been with that silly goose for nearly a year. You must have been so fucking frustrated, give me the opportunity to help you unwind my worshiping this fucking body of yours, let me make you so many times you lose count.

I go back down to licking her pussy without giving her room to answer.

“What if he searches for me.”

I bit the insides of her thigh, “I don't fucking care.”

Ron might be my son but right now he's my enemy, the one who hurt my little princess and fucking denied her pleasure.

“I’ll stay.”

I give her a big grin. “Good girl.”

My mouth is back on her pussy, slowly fucking her with my tongue. I finally feel her pulling at my hair as her legs shut me in between her thighs but I don't stop.

“Oh my goodness why does this feel so good?”

I grin again across her lips, circling her clif with the tip of my tongue. “I have all the time in the world, love. Time, your pussy and a ton of patience. I spent months imagining your taste and now I know you think I will rush it?”

She grinds her face against my mouth, writhing and whimpering, “Daddy, please don't stop.”

And I do as the princess commands, darting my tongue deeper into her pussy and my right fingers switching between pinching her clit and rubbing it.

I feel her juices leak out and I don't stop lapping on them. Her legs close involuntarily and I spread them back as I continue to assault her pussy with my tongue.

“No more. Please- fuck -”

One orgasm and she's already pleading I stop? God she's been denied for so long she thinks one is enough.

“Love, one orgasm doesn't do it for me.” I dive back into her pussy, I pull back dragging my thumb over pussy lips.

“So fucking pink, wet and pretty. Mine. My fucking pussy.”