Crossing The Line (Daddy’s Best Friend) 4

“Take off your top.”

The command came low.

Firm.

I didn’t hesitate.

I pulled the fabric over my head, letting it fall to the floor, my chest rising and falling as his eyes took me in slowly.

Damien moved with calm precision, removing his jacket and setting it aside neatly—like he wasn’t about to ruin me.

Then his tie came off.

And before I could react—

He stepped behind me.

The silk wrapped around my wrists, pulling them together behind my back.

Securing me.

Trapping me.

A sharp breath left my lips.

He tightened it just enough.

Not painful.

But enough to remind me I wasn’t in control anymore.

His hands moved to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing more of his chest with each movement.

“On your knees, baby.”

My body responded instantly.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my breath catching as I watched him undo his pants.

His cock sprang free—hard, thick, already leaking.

I licked my lips unconsciously.

Needing it.

Wanting it.

Both inside my mouth…

…and inside me.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Camilla,” he said, his voice darker now as his hand slid into my hair.

“Please…” I whispered, already aching for it.

He didn’t rush.

He guided himself slowly between my lips, pushing in inch by inch, letting me feel every part of him.

My breath hitched.

My body reacted instantly.

And then—

He took over.

With both hands on either side of my head, he started to move.

Slow at first.

Then deeper.

Rougher.

His hips rolling as he used my mouth, groaning low as the control slipped through him.

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath as I struggled to keep up without my hands.

My eyes lifted to his.

Wide.

Wanting.

He bit his lip, watching me as he lost himself in the sight, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Fuck… so good,” he groaned. “Feels like I’m already inside you.”

His pace picked up.

Harder now.

Faster.

Each thrust pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat as I gagged softly around him.

But I didn’t pull away.

I couldn’t.

I didn’t want to.

Then suddenly—

He pulled out.

A string of saliva stretched between us as I gasped for air, my chest heaving.

He smiled down at me.

Satisfied.

His hand came to my face, his fingers brushing over my lips, smearing the mess I’d made.

“Now…” he said softly.

“I’m going to fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming about.”

A shiver ran through me.

I smiled.

“Turn around.”

His voice dropped again.

And I obeyed.

I turned around on the bed as Damien guided me into position.

He stayed on the floor behind me, close enough for me to feel the heat of his body.

His hand pressed firmly against my back, pushing my face into the sheets while my bare ass lifted toward him.

Completely exposed.

Vulnerable.

His.

A sharp slap landed against my skin.

I whimpered.

He groaned behind me, like he liked the sound of that.

Then suddenly—

He bent down, his mouth finding me again, his tongue sliding through my wetness, tasting everything I had to offer.

"Oh—" I moaned, my knees trembling beneath me.

He didn't rush.

He licked, slow and deliberate at first, then deeper, more focused, his tongue circling my clit, teasing it before pressing harder.

I tried to hold myself up, but my legs were already giving out.

Through my legs, I caught a glimpse of him—his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself while he ate me out.

The sight alone made my body tighten.

"Fuck..." I breathed as his tongue pushed deeper, more demanding.

He pulled back just enough to thrust two fingers inside me.

Rough.

Fast.

"Tell me," he said, his voice low, edged. "You want my cock, don't you, Camilla?"

"Yes—please," I gasped, pushing back against his hand.

"I'm going to give it to you," he continued, his fingers driving deeper, faster, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. "Hard enough that when you wake up tomorrow... you'll remember exactly who fucked you."

My breath hitched.

"And you won’t be able to forget my cock," he added, his voice dropping, "even if you try."

"Fuck—" I cried out, my body tightening around his fingers as another orgasm built too quickly.

Why had I waited this long?

Why did I spend all those nights imagining him instead of having this?

His hands.

His mouth.

His cock.

All of it.

His fingers disappeared suddenly.

And before I could even process it—

He replaced them.

With himself.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Pushing past my tight walls.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my body stretched around him, the sensation overwhelming, almost too much at once.

“Shit…” I breathed.

Getting fucked from behind always messed with my head—but this?

This was different.

This was him.

And when he finally pushed all the way in—

That’s when it hit me.

He was big.

Really big.

My breath caught as I tried to adjust, my body tightening around him instinctively.

“Relax…” he muttered, his voice rough.

I took in a shaky breath.

And then—

He started to move.

Slow at first.

Pulling out almost completely…

Then pushing back in.

Deep.

My fingers curled into the sheets as I moaned, my body slowly giving in to the rhythm.

His hand gripped my hip, holding me steady, while the other wrapped around my bound wrists, controlling my movement completely.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice low, teasing. “Tell me… how long have you wanted this?”

My breath hitched.

“For a long time…” I moaned.

“Yeah?” His tone darkened. “You’ve been thinking about this… haven’t you?”

“Yes—” I gasped.

“Oh, you fucking slut…”

His hand left my hip and came down sharply against my ass.

The sting made me cry out—but it only made everything feel better.

More intense.

His grip tightened in my hair as he yanked my head back, arching my back further, exposing me completely to him.

Pain shot through my neck.

But I didn’t care.

It only made me want more.

“Just like that,” I moaned, breathless. “Fuck me harder…”

That was all he needed.

His pace snapped.

Harder.

Faster.

Rough.

Each thrust slammed into me with force, pushing me deeper into the sheets as my body struggled to keep up.

His hand pressed down on my waist, holding me in place as he drove into me relentlessly.

My ass bounced with every movement, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

“Fuck…” he groaned behind me.

His hand came down again—another slap—sending a jolt through my body as I cried out louder this time.

I could feel it building again.

That tight, burning pressure.

Stronger.

Faster.

My body trembling as I pushed back against him, desperate, greedy for more.

“Don’t stop…” I begged. “Please don’t stop—”

My face was buried into the sheets now, my moans muffled as the fabric soaked up every broken sound leaving my lips.

He shifted behind me, propping one leg on the edge of the bed while the other stayed planted on the floor, giving him deeper access.

And God—

He used it.

Both his hands pressed firmly against my waist, holding me down as he drove into me harder, faster, rougher than before.

I'd never been fucked like this.

Not once.

And the craziest part?

This was exactly how I’ve always imagined it.

It felt unreal.

Like a dream finally coming to life.

The man I had wanted for so long—finally inside me, finally giving me everything I had imagined… and more.

“Fuck… I’m close, Camilla,” Damien groaned behind me.

His hand slipped between my legs again, his fingers finding my clit, stroking fast, deliberate circles.

My knees gave out instantly.

“Oh—” I cried, my body tightening as the orgasm hit me all at once, sharp and overwhelming.

I came hard, my breath catching as my body trembled beneath him.

“Naughty little girl,” he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure as his hand smacked lightly against my clit, sending another jolt through me.

I whimpered, my body still sensitive, still reacting to every touch.

He grabbed my hair again, pulling me back as he continued to thrust into me—rougher now, faster, chasing his own release.

The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, echoing with every hard movement.

“God… you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “So tight… so warm…”

His pace began to lose rhythm.

Sloppier.

More desperate.

I could feel it—he was close.

His fingers dug into my waist, gripping hard as he drove into me one last time before pulling out suddenly.

I gasped at the loss.

Then turned slightly, looking over my shoulder.

He was stroking himself, fast, his jaw clenched as he finished, his hot release spilling over the skin on my ass, his body tensing as he rode it out.

“Fuck…” he groaned, dragging it out, riding through every last second of it.

His breathing was heavy as he slowed, his hand still wrapped around himself as he worked through the last of it.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he stepped closer again, his fingers moving to untie my wrists.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he said, his voice still rough.

I smiled.

He was right.

It was.

The best I’d ever had.

And I wasn’t even close to being satisfied.

My body still tingled, sore in the best way possible.

I shifted slightly, glancing back at him before letting my fingers brush over where he’d come on me, spreading it slowly, deliberately.

Then I brought my fingers to my lips.

Tasted it.

Salty.

Familiar.

“Careful,” he muttered, watching me closely. “You’re going to get me hard again.”

I laughed softly, sliding off the bed.

“Maybe that’s the plan.”

Before I could move away, his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me back toward him.

His lips crashed against mine.

Rough.

Hungry.

I moaned into the kiss, my body leaning into him instinctively.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.

I smiled.

“And your dick is beautiful too,” I teased, my hand wrapping around him again.

He groaned.

“Yeah… you’re definitely going to get me hard again.”

And he was right.

I could already feel it.

—

Round two happened.

Then three.

And after that—

It didn’t stop.

We found ways.

Moments.

Excuses.

Whenever he was around…

Or whenever I needed him.

And somehow—

We never got caught.

That was how it started.

And that was how I kept fucking my father’s best friend.

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