Best Friend's Daddy: 2

Risky Claim💦🫦

"Shh," Daniel whispered, his finger firm against my lips, eyes locked on mine with that wicked glint. My heart hammered so loud I swore Lila could hear it through the door. I lay there naked under him, his cum still leaking between my thighs, body buzzing from everything we'd just done.

"Dad?" Lila called again, her voice sleepy but closer now. The knob rattled slightly. "You okay in there? I thought I heard voices."

Daniel didn't miss a beat. He kept me pinned with his weight and raised his voice just enough. "Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart. Just on a late call. Go back to sleep."

Silence stretched for a second. I held my breath, nails digging into his shoulders. Then her footsteps padded away, fading down the hall.

"Close one," he murmured, finally pulling his finger away. But instead of letting me up, he shifted his hips, pressing his cock, still half-hard, against my slick entrance. "You almost got us caught. Does that turn you on, Mia? Knowing my daughter could walk in while I'm buried inside her best friend?"

"Daniel," I hissed, half protest, half moan as he pushed back in, slow and deep this time. "You're insane. She almost…"

"She almost what?" He thrust harder, cutting me off, one hand covering my mouth now. "Opened the door and saw you creaming all over her daddy's dick? Yeah. And you clenched so tight when I said it. Filthy girl."

I whimpered against his palm, my body betraying me again as he started moving, deep rolls of his hips that hit every sensitive spot. The bed creaked softly. I prayed Lila had really gone back downstairs.

"Tell me," he demanded, lifting his hand so I could speak. "Tell me how wrong this feels while your pussy sucks me in deeper."

"It feels so wrong," I gasped, legs wrapping tighter around him despite myself. "She's my best friend. This is her house, her dad... God, Daniel, slower. I can't think."

"You don't need to think." He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one big hand. His free one slid down to grip my ass, angling me so he could grind against my clit with every thrust. "You just need to take it. Feel how full you are? That's me stretching you out. Ruining you for anyone else."

Sweat beaded on his chest as he picked up the pace. I bit my lip hard, fighting the moans building in my throat. "Please... what if she comes back?"

"Then you'll stay quiet like a good girl." He leaned down, biting my neck just below the ear, sucking hard enough to leave another mark. "Or maybe you want her to hear. Want her to know how you begged for this cock."

"No," I whispered, but my hips bucked up to meet him anyway. The shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the pleasure until I couldn't tell them apart. "I shouldn't want this. We shouldn't…"

"Shouldn't?" He laughed low, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Look at you. Legs spread wide for me, dripping down my balls while your best friend sleeps one floor away. Say it again. Tell me you shouldn't while I fuck you harder."

"I shouldn't," I moaned, louder than I meant. He clamped his hand over my mouth again, muffling the sound as he drove into me relentlessly. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and loud in the quiet house. Every thrust pushed me closer, that coil tightening low in my belly.

He watched my face the whole time, eyes intense. "That's it. Fight it all you want, but your body knows who it belongs to now. Come for me, Mia. Come while you think about how fucked up this is."

I shattered around him, crying out against his hand, back arching off the bed. He didn't stop, just kept pounding through it, drawing the orgasm out until my legs shook uncontrollably.

"Good girl," he growled, finally releasing my mouth. "Now get on your knees."

He pulled out and flipped me over before I could catch my breath. I pushed up on all fours, ass in the air, face pressed into his pillow that smelled like him. He knelt behind me, hands spreading me open.

"Look at this pretty pussy leaking my cum." His fingers traced through the mess, pushing some back inside. "So messy for me already."

"Daniel, please," I begged, pushing back against his hand. "I need you again."

"Yeah? Beg better." He slapped my ass lightly, the sting making me jolt forward.

"Please fuck me. I need your cock. I don't care how wrong it is." The words tumbled out, voice shaky. "Just use me."

He groaned and thrust back in, bottoming out in one go. This angle felt even deeper. His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he started a brutal rhythm. "That's my filthy little dare. Taking her best friend's dad's dick like she was made for it."

I moaned with every thrust, the pillow muffling most of it. "Harder. God, yes, like that."

He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast circles. "You're gonna come again. And this time I want to hear you say whose pussy this is."

"Yours," I panted. "It's yours, Daniel. Fuck… I'm yours."

The words pushed me over. I came hard, clenching around him, thighs trembling. He cursed and followed, spilling deep inside me once more, hips jerking against my ass.

We collapsed sideways, still connected, his arm heavy around my waist. For a minute we just breathed, his lips brushing my shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, voice softer now.

"Yeah." I turned my head to look at him. "I feel... a lot guilty. But I don't want to stop."

He kissed my neck. "Good, because we're not done tonight." His hand slid down between my legs again, fingers playing in the wetness there. "Feel that? All me. Gonna make sure you remember who fucked you raw."

I shivered, already getting wet again from his touch. I reached back, stroking him where he was starting to harden once more. "You're impossible."

"You're the one stroking me like you want round three." He chuckled darkly and rolled me onto my back again, settling between my legs. "Tell me what you want this time."

"I want you to fuck my mouth first," I whispered, surprising myself with how bold it sounded. "Then... I don't know. Just don't be gentle."

His eyes lit up. "On your back, head off the edge."

I scooted into position, letting my head hang off the mattress. He stood over me, guiding his cock to my lips. "Open wide, baby."

I did, and he pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust to the angle. Then deeper, until I gagged softly. He held there, hand on my throat feeling the bulge. "Fuck, that's hot. Take it all."

Tears pricked my eyes but I relaxed my throat, letting him slide deeper. He started thrusting, not too rough but steady, his balls brushing my face. "Good girl. Such a perfect little cocksucker for me."

I hummed around him, hands gripping his thighs. Saliva dripped down my cheeks. He groaned, picking up speed. "Touch yourself while I fuck your throat."

My fingers found my clit, rubbing frantically as he used my mouth. The sounds were messy, wet gags and his low grunts. Pleasure built fast again from the sheer filth of it.

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard. "Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come next."

He flipped me around properly on the bed and climbed over me. This time he went slow at first, savoring every inch, eyes never leaving mine. "Look at me. Don't look away."

I held his gaze as he filled me completely. "I can't believe this is happening."

"Believe it." He started moving, deep and deliberate. "Every time you come over from now on, this is what you'll get. Me, owning this pussy."

"Yes," I moaned, meeting his thrusts. "I want that. I shouldn't, but I do."

We moved together, bodies slick, whispers and moans filling the space between us. He talked me through it the whole time, filthy promises mixed with praise that made my head spin.

"You're mine now, Mia. Say it every time you come."

"I'm yours," I gasped as another orgasm built. "Only yours."

When it hit, I clung to him, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cry. He followed right after, groaning my name.

We lay there tangled, catching our breath again. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin. "You should sneak back down soon. But first…"

A soft buzz cut him off. His phone on the nightstand lit up with a text. He reached for it, frowning as he read.

"Shit." He showed me the screen. It was from Lila: *Dad, Mia's not on the couch anymore. Is she up there with you?*

My stomach dropped. Daniel looked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.