เข้าสู่ระบบThe sound of my phone ringing broke me out of my trance. It was Riley calling.
I answered with a smile. “Hey girl.”
“Babe! Don’t forget tonight’s sleepover please! Mom’s on night shift again. Come over after dinner, okay? And please, please cover for me one more time? My boyfriend wants me to go out with him tonight.There's a frat party at his department and he wants to show me off. When you get here, just pretend I’m upstairs until Mom leaves. I’ll be back before 7 a.m., promise!”
I laughed softly. “Fine, go have fun. I’ve got you.”
At dinner with my family, I kept my voice casual. “Sleeping over at Riley’s again tonight. Her mom’s working the late shift.”
My parents barely glanced up from their plates.
When I arrived at Riley’s house, she opened the door with those big pleading eyes. “Thank you so much! Just act like I’m upstairs, okay?, I already pretended like I'm sick” She hugged me quickly, then slipped out to her boyfriend’s car.
Once Riley drove off, I went inside. Her mom greeted me warmly, already dressed in her nurse’s scrubs. “Hi sweetheart. Make yourself at home. You girls behave .”
The front door clicked shut behind her. The house suddenly felt very quiet… and very empty.
I went straight to Riley’s room, stripped down, and changed into my pjs for tonight a thin pink crop top that barely covered the side of my breasts, my nipples already stiff begging to be released through the fabric, and short brown pajama shorts that rode high on my ass cheeks with every step. Of course I skipped panties. The cool air kissed my bare, already-damp pussy, making me shiver with anticipation.
I did my makeup slowly in the mirror glossy lips and a lil smoky eyes, aiming for the look that screamed trouble. My heart was racing with nervous excitement and raw, aching need.
It’s been two weeks since the night I made my bold move here, and I’ve been thinking about Shawn almost every single day. Every shower, every quiet moment in bed, my fingers find their way between my thighs as I replay how his cock felt throbbing under me, how his low moan vibrated against my skin. Last week I tried hooking up with Damon after class, the sweet boy with eager hands but the second he slid inside me I almost moaned Shawn’s name out loud. I need to fuck Shawn out of my system. Just once. Get it over with so I can stop aching like this.
At midnight, the house was completely silent.
My thighs were already slick as I walked down the hallway to Shawn’s matrimonial bedroom. I didn’t knock, just turned the handle, stepped inside, and locked the door behind me with a soft click.
Shawn was sitting up in bed, phone pressed to his ear, talking quietly about some work issue. He looked up, eyes widening when he saw me standing there in almost nothing ,my nipples visibly hard, the tiny shorts clinging to my thigh.
I crossed the room without hesitation, snatched the phone from his hand, turned it off, and tossed it onto the mattress. Before he could speak, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap, pressing my soaked pussy directly against the rapidly hardening bulge in his boxers.
“Bella? what the hell — ” he started, voice rough with shock.
I cut him off by grabbing the hem of my crop top and yanking it up, exposing my full, perky breasts. My nipples were tight, dark, and aching. I cupped one breast and guided the stiff peak straight to his mouth.
“Suck them,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
Shawn groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through my chest as his hot mouth closed around my nipple. He sucked hard, sending electric jolts straight to my clit. His tongue swirled hungrily around the sensitive bud, flicking and lapping while his hand kneaded my other breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. I moaned loudly, rolling my hips, grinding my dripping pussy along the thick ridge of his cock, feeling him swell and throb beneath me with every pull of his mouth.
He switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, teeth grazing the tender peak just enough to make me gasp and arch. Spit glistened on my breasts when he finally released them.
Then, in one sudden movement, he flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my tiny shorts down my legs, exposing my ass and glistening pussy. His palm cracked down once, twice firm, stinging spanks that made me yelp and clench.
“That’s for seducing a married man, you naughty little minx,” he growled, voice thick with dark lust.
I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him desperately.
Shawn didn’t tease. He pushed two thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy, pumping them fast and hard, curling them viciously against my g-spot while his thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles on my swollen clit. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers fucking me were loud and filthy. I cried out, hips bucking wildly, juices coating his hand and dripping down my thighs.
“Such a greedy little slut,” he muttered, adding a third finger, stretching me wide. “Sneaking into my bed while my wife’s at work, dripping all over my fingers like you’ve been starving for this cock. You’ve been touching yourself thinking about me every night, haven’t you?”
“Yes— fuck— yes, Shawn,” I moaned, pushing back onto his fingers, my walls fluttering wildly.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, lined up his thick, veined cock, and thrust into me in one stroke, burying himself balls-deep. I gasped sharply at the sudden stretch, the burning fullness, the way he split me open so perfectly. He felt huge inside me, pressing against every sensitive spot.
Shawn fucked me deep and rough on the bed, hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts that made the headboard knock against the wall. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly. “This tight pussy is sucking me in so good. Been dreaming about ruining it since you humped on me like a desperate whore two weeks ago. Look at you, shameless slut. Seducing your friend’s father.”
He pulled out suddenly, stood, and yanked me to the edge of the bed. “Let’s see if you put that cheerleading flexibility to good use, baby.”
He pressed my back against the wall, lifted one of my legs high, and hooked it over his shoulder. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his cock dragging brutally over my g-spot with every thrust. He fucked me hard against the wall long, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce wildly and my moans turn into broken, sobbing cries.
He reached down and gave my swollen pussy a sharp, wet spank right over my clit. I screamed in pleasure, my walls clamping down hard around him. He did it again, lighter but still stinging, the wet smack mixing with the filthy sounds of his cock pounding into my soaked cunt.
“Naughty fucking girl,” he growled, spanking my pussy once more. “Taking my dick like such a good little whore.”
The combination of his deep, relentless thrusts and the stinging slaps on my clit pushed me over the edge. I came violently, pussy spasming and gushing around his thick cock, my whole body shaking as wave after wave crashed through me. I cried out his name again and again.
Shawn groaned loudly and followed right after, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside me, filling me until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs messily.
He finally pulled out, leaving me sore, trembling, and dripping with his cum. My legs felt like jelly. I limped out of the room, cum slowly trickling down my inner thighs, and headed straight for the shower. The hot water did little to ease the delicious ache between my legs.
When Riley came back at dawn, she found me curled up in her bed, sleeping peacefully, face flushed and body clearly exhausted. She smiled to herself, assuming I had just stayed up too late binge-watching movies and snacking.
She had no idea how thoroughly I had been fucked.
By her father, at that.
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