روايات وقصص ضمن Boyfriend Dad Erotic Story

“We both know what a little tease you are. Always coming into my house looking like sex on legs… your big fucking tits spilling out of every top and dress. Parading that body around, begging to be noticed.” “Damon…” I gasped. “I don’t.” “Yes you do, and I fucking love it,” he growled, stepping closer and grabbing the hem of his son’s t-shirt. “God, I’ve been dying to see your big tits bare." He pulled the t-shirt up and then over my head in one swift motion, exposing my bust. It bounced free, heavy and full at my boyfriend’s dad. He groaned and immediately cupped them in his large hands, squeezing them firmly.

"It won't be for more than a week." "That is way too long, what about school." Dad reasons. "Am sure I will be able able to cover all the works when I come back." I plead. "Please, I promise dad." "Also promise you will call every single day." He adds. "That too." I give him a full smile. "Okay." He groans. "And when do I get to meet your boyfriend." "Boyfriend?" I choke on my saliva. "Huh..." "No need to lie kiddo, I know you are dating your boss, Xavier. I mean why else does he keeps sending you gifts."

he barked, "Didn't you want me to show you how to feel good? Touch your clit for me baby." I began to flick the sensitive bundle of flesh with my thumb, grinding my hips into the air while tears of frustration slipped from my eyes. I wanted to come so bad, but it just felt like something was stopping me. "Please daddy! It hurts so bad. I feel so empty." "You want my fingers? My mouth or my cock?" I peeked down at his now fully erect member leaking precum and began to salivate, "I want your cock inside me." He chuckled, "Well, only good girls get daddy's cock and you were a bad girl."

"I'm your slut! I'm your cock-slut, Daddy!" I was getting close. The tightness of his ass, the visual of us fucking next to his father, the sheer naughtiness of it all—it was too much. "I'm gonna come," I growled. "Inside you. I'm going to fill you up right here." "Yes! Please! Breed me, Daddy!" I slammed into him one last time and exploded. I came hard, pulsing deep inside his ass. I didn't pull out. I just held him there, pinning him against the couch, while I emptied myself into him.

I explained and he nodded, finally stretching his hand. "Caleb Matthias, the supposed deadbeat father" He joked as I accepted his handshake. "Mackenzie Howard, your son's ex girlfriend. I'm guessing you are not really a deadbeat father" I forced a smile cursing Daniel inside my head. That jerk fed me lies. His handshake lingered and he furrowed his brows staring at me, I was wondering what I had done wrong when he said. "Nice perfume" I blushed at the compliment, I didn't even know what to say to him so I nodded.

She couldn’t tell him the truth. How could she tell him that her boyfriend doesn't make her scream? That she wished he did. That her body was actually aching for the kind of rough, filthy passion she’d heard last night. She can't let him know. "That’s none of your business." She said. “Maybe,” he murmured, curving his mouth into a wicked smile. “But I bet I’m right. Because you should have known how it feels to have a big dick slamming hard into you, and consider my visitor's happiness."

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

"Mr. Greven, don't go just yet! I promise, this woman is exactly like the mistress you've been looking for!" Dad stopped. The air around him seemed to drop in pressure. He barked, "I've never sought a mistress, so you'd better stop insulting me here! In all my life, I've been faithful only to my late wife!" Norris staggered back, clearly intimidated. Seeing his last hope slipping away, he turned his venomous gaze toward me. "Billy, what do you think of this woman? Since Mr. Greven isn't interested, maybe you can take her for… fun?"