My Bestfriend's Father (Part 2)

The moment he offered me his room, I knew I would be fucking doomed. He is so hot, sexy, and manly that every girl would wish him to be their man. But this attraction is forbidden, especially since I am so sure it’s not just a crush. It is more than it, more than what a normal college girl would feel for her best friend’s father.

He is my best friend’s father, as I said, and he is already married. I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have. 

“Are you sure it’s okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further.

“I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?"

He shook his head and smirked. “You’re our daughter’s best friend. Of course she wouldn’t think badly about it.” 

Oh. Okay, if that’s what you say.

When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck. 

"So,” he licked his lower lip and motioned me to the bed. 

I take my eyes off him to go walk to the bed, putting my shoulder bag on it. The bed is large, and for sure we can fit on it; we can even peacefully sleep on this bed without us touching.

The rain continues to pour down, just as the thunder and lightning. Since the electricity has no power for tonight, the only light that we have here in his bedroom is a small candle and a piece of a flashlight. 

My blood rushes through my veins when I lay my body on the soft mattress of his bed. It really smells like him. I know this is bad. So fucking bad and forbidden. But I can’t help myself but imagine lustful thoughts with him, especially that his scent is all over the cushion that I'm now wrapping around my body. 

“Are you feeling scared?” He asked me with his husky voice.

He’s still in his khaki shorts and sweatshirt when he laid down beside me. 

I shook my head at him. 

“Not anymore; your cushion here is so comforting.” 

It’s true. I don’t even remember now that I am scared in the darkness, and it is only just because he’s beside me. 

He smiled. “Good to hear about it.” 

Then the silence came. No one talks. The only thing that can be heard is our breathing, and take note that I am breathing heavily right now. Not because I am scared or what, but because I am really trying hard to fight against my lust. 

We’re lying on his bed, on the same bed he’s sleeping together with his wife, the same bed they’re using when they fuck and do nasty things no one can imagine, and above it we’re covered with the same cushion that smells so much of him. Thinking about it makes my pussy go thirsty for sex.

I gulped and moved a bit, resulting in me touching his bare legs. I immediately looked at him, cleared the lump on my throat, and apologized. 

Wrong move, Laurel.

I contemplated whether I should move my legs away from his or if I should just let it this way and feel his warmth. Oh damn. If this continues, I am probably going to make a sin.

We’re looking into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t properly see whether he’s mirroring the lust I have in my eyes or what. But when I finally recognized it in his eyes, my brain cells got loosened.

“Do you mind if I share something with you? ”He instantly asked.

I shook my head, still filled with so much heat and lust.

I felt his hand dropping on my bare legs, caressing it a bit. I had to lick my lower lip to stop myself from releasing a moan.

“I’m going to make the worst mistake in my life.”

Then the next thing I felt was his lips brushing off mine. It seems like I have long anticipated it because I returned his kisses with the same intensity and hunger. Our tongues fought like swords, and our mouths are their battleground. 

His hand rose from my legs to my shorts. A moan escaped from my lips when his hand slipped inside my shorts, trying to find something beneath my underwear, and he cursed on my ear when he found it. 

“You’re so freaking wet already, Laurel. It seems like your pussy wants me. Do you want me?” He ran his lips on my cheeks, then he stopped to watch my reactions to his touches. “Answer me. Does this little, wet, and needy pussy of yours desire my cock? ” 

My breathing hitched and my eyes narrowed. I am completely defeated. I couldn’t even get my mind to think that what we’re currently doing is wrong. All I know is that I want to submit myself to him and accept all of his touches. To welcome him widely with pride and honor. 

“Y-Yes…”

He inserts one finger on my pussy, which made me moan again. His jaw clenched so hard as he watched my face. 

“Moan my name. You want this, right? Moan for my name, and I will give you what you want.”

He adds one more finger, and I feel so fucking full right now. 

“Please, S-Steve…”

“Please what? Hmm? What do you want? ”

I gripped his biceps so hard as his fingers continued to fuck me. I looked straight into his eyes, then I reached for his torso down to his hard cock. His eyes fired up the moment my hand touched it. 

Damn. It is so fucking huge.

I didn’t take my eyes off of his as I pulled his cock away from his shorts. My hand slightly trembles as I stroke it and say,

“Please, Steve... I want you. I want this cock. I want you to fuck me using your co-Ugh!”

I moaned so loudly when he added another two fingers to my pussy without reminding me of it. He claimed my lips and pressed his body so hard on me that my moans are just mumbled. 

He expertly removed the buttons of my denim shorts without stopping in kissing and finger-fucking me. I helped him take off my shorts and underwear. He worked on my blouse and brassiere after until I was completely naked. The cushion that was covering our bodies earlier is nowhere to be found anymore. 

“Brace yourself because I will surely fuck you, you slut... hard and rough.” 

Instead of being scared, I felt pleasure and excitement. This is it. This is what I want. This is what I desire. 

I used my hands to remove his shirt while my feet helped him in removing his shorts and boxers. I couldn’t properly see his cock because of the faint light that’s coming from the candle. 

When he removed his fingers from my pussy, I felt so empty, only to be filled again with his huge and hard cock. 

“Ugh! fuck!  Ohh! ” 

“Damn it! ” 

We both moaned together the moment our flesh met. He is so fucking huge that I could almost feel my pussy getting so stretched widely. I don't think I have already experienced this cock so huge and hard. Only with Steve. 

He stayed still for a while, holding my waist and watching me breathe heavily. He kept his face on mine until our breaths collided. We’re staring into each other’s eyes and lips when he takes a slow movement on me. At first, it was just slow and intricate until it became wild, fast, and rough that I even thought the bed could be wrecked with his strength. 

He pumped and fucked me so hard, like he’s dying to do it since then. While I wrapped my legs around his ass to make sure that he would never leave my pussy empty. My fingers dug on his back as his pace became faster and faster. 

“So fucking tight,” he groaned. 

Our moans and grunts, as well as our bodies and flesh meeting with each other, are the only sounds you can hear in his bedroom.

I felt myself nearing my end, begging him to fuck me harder and faster, which he instantly gave and did what I said. 

“I’m going to cum inside of you. Fucking slut! Are you safe? I’m going to seed you with my cum and make sure your pussy is full and filled with my juices,” he whispered as his grip on me tightened. 

“Do i-it. Release your juices inside of me. Make me pregnant,” I muttered breathily. 

I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. All I want is for him to fill me with his cum. 

He looked shocked by what I said but pleasured as well.

“Damn! You really are a slut, huh? You want your friend's father to make you pregnant? I don’t even know that my daughter’s best friend is a slut!"

“Y-Yes, Steve. I’m a slut, so fuck me."

“You fucking shit! I’m cumming! ” 

“That’s it, Steve! Fuck! I’m cumming also!”

Few more thrusts, and I felt myself tremble, reaching the heaven of the heavens of my life. I felt his hot juices filling inside my pussy, and it feels so good. 

He groaned and cursed on my ear as we both took our time to feel the goodness and pleasure of forbidden sex. 

“You’re so damn good,” he whispered. 

Damn, Steve. You are, too. So fucking expert.