Chapter 16: MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2

~Jamie’s POV~

I was completely fucked. Not just literally — though Marcus had done plenty of that already, but I meant emotionally and physically.

My entire body was betraying me. It had only been a few hours since that filthy kitchen encounter, but I couldn’t think about anything except Marcus’s big cock.

I think about the way it stretched me and how it punched against my prostate with every brutal thrust.

The full feeling when he pumped me full of his hot cum has my body heating up and wanting him inside me again.

I can't believe he is the first guy I was doing and yet, I was so lost in him and craving so much more from him.

Am I missing out on something? What is life going to be like after the holiday? I lay on the guest bed, staring at the ceiling, my cock painfully hard and throbbing against my stomach.

Pre-cum leaked in a steady dribble down my shaft, soaking into my shorts. My hole kept twitching and clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again.

I felt desperate and empty. God, I’m addicted to my best friend’s father’s dick. How did I get here yet I couldn't stop myself as I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how deep he had buried his tongue in me earlier while stroking my cock.

The wet, obscene sounds. The way he would call me his greedy little slut. My hand slipped down toward my aching erection before I caught myself.

“No touching,” I whispered to myself, curling my fingers into a fist. Those were Marcus’s orders from the kitchen earlier. ‘No cumming until I say so.’

But I want to cum so bad, just a little, he wouldn't have to know but my thoughts get interrupted by the door creaking open.

Marcus stepped inside, shirtless, those low-hanging gray sweatpants doing nothing to hide the massive bulge of his hard cock.

He locked the door behind him and smirked when he saw me lying there, clearly seeing my suffering.

“Still hard, boy?” His deep voice sent a shiver straight to my leaking dick. “Damn boy, you look pathetic. Leaking all over yourself like a bitch in heat.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your cock,” I confessed, my voice hoarse with need. “It’s driving me insane, Marcus. I feel so empty without it. My hole keeps clenching begging for you.”

He chuckled darkly and approached the bed. “Good. That’s exactly where I want you — completely addicted to Daddy’s dick. Ethan just left for the gym. Said he’ll be gone for at least two hours. Means I get to use you, my favorite secret toy.”

He yanked my shorts down roughly, exposing my flushed, dripping cock. It slapped wetly against my abs.

“Fuck, look at this desperate little thing,” Marcus growled, wrapping his big hand around me. He gave one slow, torturous stroke. “So hard it hurts, isn’t it? And that pretty pink hole… I bet it’s been fluttering nonstop.”

“Yes, for you alone…Please…” I whimpered.

He flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, he yanked my hips up, and spread my ass cheeks wide open.

He put his face in my ass hole and then slid his tongue up and down. “ fuck! You are still wet from my spit this morning,” he muttered. “You are such a sloppy greedy boy.”

Without another word, Marcus buried his face between my cheeks.

“Oh my fucking god—!” I moaned loudly as his hot, wet tongue dragged across my hole. He didn’t tease. He just devoured in long, filthy licks from my balls all the way up, then spearing his tongue deep inside me, fucking me with it in messy, hungry thrusts.

“Daddy… fuck, your tongue feels so good,” I gasped, pushing my ass back against his face. “Eat me deeper. Please— I love how you eat my ass.”

Marcus groaned against my skin, the vibrations making my toes curl. “You love being my little secret whore, don’t you? Getting your hole eaten by your best friend's daddy while he’s out lifting weights.”

“Yes! I’m addicted to it,” I cried out as he shoved his tongue even deeper, licking my inner walls. “I crave your mouth in my hole. I want your cock. Everything. I can’t stop thinking about how you stretch me open.”

With each word I said, it felt like I drove him crazier because he ate me more, he reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking me fast and rough while continuing to devour my ass.

The dual sensation made my eyes roll back. Wet loud sounds filled the room as he ate me like a starving man — sucking, licking, spitting on my hole and diving back in.

“You like how Daddy eats this greedy ring?” he growled, beard scraping my sensitive skin. “Tell me how much you need my fat cock, boy. Be fucking honest.”

Emphasized his words with a nice smack on my butt. “I’m obsessed with your cock!” I screamed shamelessly. “It’s so big, Daddy. It ruins me every single time. I feel empty without it stretching me. I want you to fuck me raw every day. Please— I’ll be your dirty little secret slut. Just give me your dick.”

Marcus pulled his tongue out with a wet pop and stood up. I heard his sweatpants hit the floor and then the thick, heavy head of his big cock pressed against my spit-soaked hole.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, rubbing the fat head up and down my crack.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad. I’m addicted to it. Ruin my hole again. Fuck me.”

Marcus slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch balls-deep.

I screamed into the pillow. “Fuuuuck— yes!” he groaned, gripping my hips hard, rotating his cock inside my hole. “This hole was made for Daddy’s cock. So fucking tight. So greedy. Listen to how wet it is for me.”

He started pounding me inside, in and out in hard, deep strokes that made the bed slam against the wall.

His heavy balls slapped loudly against my ass with every thrust. The obscene wet squelching of his cock destroying my hole filled the room.

“Harder,” I begged greedily, tears of pleasure leaking from my eyes. “Fuck me harder, Daddy. I want to feel you for days. That I would be unable to walk properly for days!”

“You’re such a cock-hungry slut,” Marcus snarled, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “Your best friend has no idea his precious roommate is getting his brains fucked out by his own father. Say it.”

“ Yes, I’m your cockslut!” I cried out. “I swear, I’m addicted to your dick. I don’t care about anything else anymore. Just use me. Own this hole.”

He fucked me even harder, changing angles so every thrust nailed my prostate. My untouched cock leaked constantly onto the sheets. I was so close, right on the fucking edge.

Marcus suddenly slowed down, giving me long, torturous strokes instead. “Not yet,” he growled. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. This ass is mine to edge all afternoon if I want.”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my legs up to my chest.

He sank back inside me in one smooth motion, leaning over me so I could see his face as he destroyed me. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded. “Tell me again how down bad, you are to Daddy’s cock.”

“I’m so addicted,” I whimpered, staring into his hungry whiskey eyes as he pounded me. “I crave it every second. Your size. The way you stretch me. The way you fill me with your cum. I’ll do anything for it.”

Marcus grinned darkly and slammed into me harder. “That’s my good boy. This hole belongs to me now. Not to anyone else. Just me.”

He kept fucking me and bringing me right to the edge again and again, only to slow down or stop stroking my cock each time.

I was a shaking, sobbing mess by the time he finally growled: “We’ve still got plenty of time before Ethan gets back… and I’m nowhere near done ruining your little cum-dump.”