Sinful Stayover Part iv

SOPHIA POV

We stayed pressed together on the couch, breathing hard. Mr. Luke’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and twitching. His hot cum filled me completely. I could feel it leaking out slowly around his thickness, dripping down my thighs onto the couch cushion.

The guilt hit me like a truck.

Stacy was sleeping just down the hall. I had just let her father fuck me raw and cum inside me. The realization made my stomach twist with shame. But even as the guilt crashed over me, my pussy clenched around him again, hungry for more. My body was betraying me completely.

Mr. Luke groaned softly at the feeling. He kissed the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “We shouldn’t…” he started, but his hips were already moving again. Slow, deep thrusts that made me whimper.

I moaned quietly. “We really shouldn’t…”

But I didn’t stop him. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper. The feeling of his thick cock sliding through his own cum inside me was filthy and intoxicating. Every slow thrust made me feel full, claimed, and completely owned by him.

He pulled out suddenly, turned me around, and sat back on the couch. He pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. This position let him go even deeper. I moaned as I started riding him, my hands on his shoulders for support.

Mr. Luke gripped my ass firmly, guiding my movements. His mouth found my breasts again, sucking hard on my nipples while I bounced on his cock. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room. I tried to stay quiet, but it was getting harder and harder.

The guilt kept hitting me in waves. Stacy was right upstairs. This was her father. The man who had known me since I was a child. But every time that thought came, my pussy clenched tighter around him.

He suddenly stood up, still buried deep inside me. He carried me to the wall and pressed my back against it. He fucked me standing up, hard and deep. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Each powerful thrust lifted me slightly off the ground.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned into my ear. “So wet for your best friend’s dad. Does that turn you on, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “It’s so wrong… but I can’t stop wanting you.”

He kept going like that for a long time — changing angles, slowing down when I got too close, then speeding up again. He was completely controlling my pleasure. Driving me crazy with need.

I was whimpering, begging quietly. “Please… Mr. Luke… I need to cum… I’m so close…”

He carried me from the wall to the dining table. He swept the remaining dishes aside with one arm and laid me down on the cool wooden surface. He spread my legs wide and pushed back inside me in one deep thrust.

This angle was even better. He fucked me hard on the table, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. The table creaked under us. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

He leaned over me, one hand rubbing my clit while he pounded into me. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “Better than I ever imagined. I’ve wanted this for longer than I should have.”

His words made my heart flutter even as the guilt twisted inside me. This connection felt real. Dangerous. Addictive.

I came hard again, my pussy clenching around his cock. My legs shook violently. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my cry.

Mr. Luke didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, chasing his own release. His thrusts became erratic and desperate. He buried himself as deep as possible and filled me with another thick load of hot cum.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting heavily. His arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me close.

But the fire between us wasn’t done.

He pulled out, his cock still hard. He turned me around on the table and bent me over it again. This time he entered me from behind, slower but deeper. I moaned as he filled me once more.

“You’re insatiable,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You keep clenching around me like you never want me to leave.”

I pushed back against him, needing more. He fucked me steadily on the dining table, one hand in my hair, the other rubbing my clit. The angle was perfect. Every thrust hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur.

The guilt was still there, but it mixed with the pleasure until I couldn’t separate them. I was fucking my best friend’s father on their dining table while she slept upstairs. The wrongness only made me wetter.

He pulled me up, turned me to face him, and lifted me onto the table. I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me again. We kissed messily, tongues tangled, while he fucked me hard.

I came a third time, my nails digging into his back. He groaned loudly, but held back, still hard inside me.

He carried me back to the couch. This time he sat down and pulled me on top of him again. I rode him desperately, grinding my clit against him with every movement. His hands squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples, guiding me faster.

The pleasure built again. Higher this time. I was shaking, moaning his name softly.

“Mr. Luke… I’m going to cum again…”

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled. “Let me feel you.”

I exploded. My pussy spasmed hard around his cock. He finally let go, thrusting up into me and filling me with even more cum.

We collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat.

Then we both heard it.

Footsteps.

Soft footsteps coming from upstairs.

Stacy was awake.

Mr. Luke froze, his cock still buried deep inside me. My heart slammed against my ribs. We stayed completely still, breathing as quietly as possible. His cock throbbed inside my pulsing pussy.

The footsteps moved slowly down the hallway.

We didn’t dare move.

The tension was unbearable.