3. Okay but, I’m really annoying
Okay but, I’m really annoying
It’s not that bad, is it?
“Can I fuck that pretty asshole too?” He places his thumb against the entrance, and I’m quickly reminded of the last time I tried anal without lube. Immediate no from me.
“You’re not using spit…” I laugh, looking back at him. “In the bathroom, third shelf down in the medicine cabinet.” I point toward the bathroom, indicating that he has to be the one to get it. Watching him walk bare ass naked into the bathroom is my highlight of the night though.
When he comes back in, he stands behind me again, pouring a generous amount of lube down onto me as he sinks his cock back into my pussy, thrusting in and out of me while he pushes his thumb into my ass slowly. I back into him, wanting him to push it in further.
“So, you are a greedy little slut, are you?” he moans, thrusting his thumb in and out of me, soon replacing it with his middle finger. He then pulls out of me and pours more of the lube down onto me, slapping my ass a few times before lining his cock up to my ass.
He growls as he slips past the entrance, keeping still for a second before pushing in further. “God damn, I can’t wait to come inside this pretty asshole.” The further he sinks into me, the louder I moan, especially when he starts to circle his finger around my clit with pressure.
“All of your holes were fucking made for me. Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he whispers as I turn to watch his eyes feasted on his cock going in and out of me. He starts to sink in faster, deeper, with more force and I feel like I’m on cloud fucking nine. I’ve never felt this much pain and pleasure.
“You feel so f-fucking good,” I groan.
“Come for me again, Millie. I wanna see it on that pretty face.”
“Yes, daddy! F-fuckkk,” I growl, clenching my teeth together as he slams in and out of me, filling me so full.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it? Fuck yeah, baby.”
I completely fall apart when he grabs the back of my head and pulls me back so that I’m up against his chest while he relentlessly fucks my ass. He wraps one hand around my waist, holding me in place as he whispers into my ear.
“I’m gonna burn this into your fucking memory.
Whoever tries to fuck you next—you’ll be picturing me instead, wishing it was my cock filling all of your holes.
” He thrusts in and out of me a few more times before pulling out, pushing me forward and spreading me open with his hands on my ass cheeks.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes. What a good fucking girl.”
He pushes back inside me, still watching my face as he tightens the belt around my neck again, fucking me speechless. I can’t even moan. My mouth is just held open in a silent scream.
“I might have to keep you for myself. Holy fuck, baby.”
He makes me come again, applying even more pressure to my clit as he keeps his cock buried inside me, keeping it going for so long that it’s almost painful.
“Oh god, pleaseeee…”
“Can I fill your ass with my cum?”
“Yesssss…”
He thrusts in and out of me again, and I look around at him, watching his face as he lets out a deep groan, coming so hard that I see the vein in his neck protruding. It seems like it takes him forever to finish.
Before I register what’s happening, he pushes my head into the back of the couch and dives down, holding my ass cheeks open with both hands.
Suddenly, I feel his tongue against my asshole, and I realize, he’s eating his own cum out of my ass.
At first, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it, but it doesn’t take my fucked up brain long to make up its mind. It’s hot as fuck.
He was right. He’s ruined me for everyone else.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot,” I moan, wishing I could watch him do it. He then stands up and motions for me to come closer to him, so I turn myself around and he brings his lips to mine, parting them with his thumb so he can spit his come into my mouth.
“Swallow every last drop,” he demands.
I do as he says and then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as proof.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, sending shivers down my spine.
I could get used to him calling me that. I could get used to all of this actually. Maybe not anything official, but you know—a sneaky link. A forbidden, delicious sneaky link.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whisper, only slightly mortified as reality starts to creep back in.
“Was it worth it?” he asks, stroking his cock before reaching down to pull his boxers and pants back on.
“Every fucking minute of it.” I smile, pulling my dress back down. “Though, you kinda owe me a pair of panties,” I laugh as I look down at my ripped ones on the floor.
“That won’t be the last pair I ruin. Might as well start a tab,” he grins.
“What makes you think I’ll be coming back to you for more?” I tease, knowing damn well that I would.
“Oh trust me, you’ll want more.” He’s full blown smirking at this point, but I find the huge ego a little charming, actually.
“We’ll have to see about that.”
“I guess we will.” He winks, then I watch as he disappears to the bathroom. Oddly enough, I hear the tap running into the bathtub. Does this man really take a bath after sex?
“What the fuck is he doing?” I whisper to myself as I stand and make my way into the hallway, putting my ear to the door for whatever reason.
A few seconds later, I hear him walk toward the door, so I back up and wait for him to open it. When he does, he’s fully dressed still.
“Why is the water running?” I ask abruptly as he walks out into the hallway.
“It’s for you. You deserve to relax after that.” He smiles, motioning for me to walk into the bathroom. I start removing my dress, but Harley comes up behind me and takes over. “Your friend’s bathroom is very organized. I’m impressed by the whole collection of bubble bath.”
“She’s a sucker for those buy two, get one free marketing approaches,” I laugh.
“I mean, at least she’ll never run out.”
I step into the bathtub, inhaling the orange scent surrounding me and take a deep breath, trying to avoid the thoughts circling through my head.
Now that the euphoria has settled, I can’t help but think of the fact that I just had Jason’s dad inside every hole, and eventually, he’ll find out about it.
Does that make me just as bad as him? I didn’t cheat—technically.
“I’m gonna get going. It’s getting late and I have to walk my dog before he decides to shit on the floor.”
I glance up at him, a little disappointed but trying not to show it. “Oh, okay. Thank you for… helping Tia,” I say.
He leans toward me with a devilish grin on his face. “Is that all you’re thankful for?”
“Of course not. I’m just not sure how to really thank you for destroying my insides…” I smirk.
“It was my pleasure getting to know you better.”
“Yeah, you still don’t know much about me.”
“I’m willing to find out.”
“So, you think we should keep seeing each other?” I ask, regretting the clingy tone that stuck to my words.
“I think I made that pretty clear already, didn’t I? I’m definitely not done with you, Millie. I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”
I’m not entirely sure if there was any romance behind his statement, but it makes my heart flutter nonetheless. “Aw, you like me…”
“Jason has no idea what he’s missing.”
“How are we going to keep him from finding out about us? You know—if we decide to keep fucking.”
He shrugs. “Who says we have to keep it a secret?”
“True. It’s not like we’re dating. He can get over it,” I reply, unsure of the integrity behind my answer.
“Hypothetically speaking, if we did decide to date, it wouldn’t be any of his business.”
I don’t even know what to say. Either I’m reading into this too much, or he’s actually catching feelings for me.
He can’t be. It’s way too soon.
He doesn’t even know me. I’m sure if he did, he’d change his mind.
“I doubt that’ll happen. I’m annoying. Trust me,” I giggle, batting at a cluster of bubbles in front of me.
“Is that what people tell you, or is that something you assume?”
“Both. I’m a little bitchy too. Like, I’m a whole package of mixed emotions, caffeine addiction, anxiety and a ton of mental stress. I don’t think you could handle me.”
“I think I could figure out a way to handle you.” He winks, leaning in to gently kiss my forehead.
Oh god.
“And what about our age gap?” I ask.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three. You?”
“Turning fifty-three in two months.”
“You don’t look like you’re in your fifties.”
He laughs, reaching for a washcloth in the basket beside the tub. “Are you trying to earn more brownie points?”
“I didn’t know that I earned some already. How many am I at?”
He dips the cloth into the water and grabs the body wash, lathering the cloth up before rubbing it over my back. “I lost count.”
“I think I deserve a few for that grand finale at least.”
“That’s where I lost count.” He runs the cloth over my shoulders and down to my breasts. “If I don’t get out of here, I’m gonna end up hauling you out of the bathtub and fucking you again.” He drops the cloth and stands up, sighing as he leans in to kiss me.
“Then do it,” I challenge, my voice taking on a bratty tone.
I watch him clench his fists as he starts walking toward the door, but he stops in the doorway, hesitating before turning back around.
“Why can’t I get enough of you?” he asks, making his way back over to me. “Get out of the tub.”
He helps me stand, then grips my hips and lifts me out of the tub, pushing me toward the vanity. My body is covered in bubbles, which makes me laugh as I glance into the mirror behind me. I wrap my legs around him as soon as he picks me back up and places me on the counter top.
“Should we make it a goal to fuck in every room of your friends house?” He laughs before leaning forward to catch my lower lip between his teeth. His hand wanders between my legs and my breath hitches as he finds my sensitive clit and applies pressure while circling it.
“I don’t think she’d mind…” I moan as he wraps his other hand around my throat. I reach forward and unbuckle his pants, practically ripping them down so I can fist his cock.
“There’s my greedy girl.” He grins, letting go of my neck as he sinks his fingers into my pussy. He then grips his cock and lines up to my entrance, pushing inside me with a loud groan. “Fuuuckkk—this pussy is mine.”
I wonder if he means that, or if it’s just something he says when he’s fucking someone. I’m sure I’m not the first one that’s mesmerized him with the power of pussy. It’s a thing, I’m sure of it.
“Deeper…” I moan, craving to be filled by him again.
“Tell me this pussy is mine.”
Seriously?
“I-It’s yours…” I tilt my hips upward, but he places his hand firmly on my lower abdomen and holds me there.
“Say it again.”
“It’s yours!” I helplessly moan. “It’s yours, just fuck me!”
“Atta fucking girl.” He finally thrusts deeper inside me, mixing pain with so much pleasure as he pulls back and slams into me again and again.
My loud moans echo off the walls as he fucks me, making me come so hard that I can no longer hold myself up with my hands.
As my head starts to fall backwards nearly hitting the mirror, he reaches behind my head and pulls me up, saving me from cracking the glass and possibly injuring myself in the process.
“You take me so well, Millie. I can’t get enough of this pussy,” he whispers, his hot breath trailing against the skin on my neck.
“I fucking love your cock.” I squeeze my thighs tighter around him, allowing him to sink into me even deeper.
“Are you gonna let me fill this pussy?”
“Fuck yes…”
“Beg me, pretty girl.”
He keeps fucking me, his balls slapping against my ass as he reaches and grabs my hips, holding me steady while he pounds me into oblivion. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as tight as I can. “Fuckkkk…p-please fill me—holy fucking shit!”
I come again, this time so hard that I have to close my eyes and hope that he can hold me up. “Oh. My. G-God!” I cry out.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. Come on Daddy’s cock. Do you feel the way your pussy is gripping me?”
“Yes…Daddy, ah—fuuuckkk!”
He slams into me one more time, holding still while he releases into me, leaning in to place his forehead against mine. “You’re all fucking mine…” he whispers.
“All y-yours,” I whisper back, tracing my finger along the sweat trail running down his chest.
“You know I fucking mean that, right? I don’t want you seeing other people while we’re fucking.”
“And what about you? Are you gonna stay away from women?” I ask while catching my breath.
“Obviously I wouldn’t be fucking other women either, Millie.”
“Just making sure it’s not one of those one way street situations.” I smirk, letting myself slide down off the vanity while Harley pulls his pants back up.
Before I can grab a towel from the shelf beside him, he picks me back up and plops me down onto the vanity again with a bold look on his face.
“I didn’t say I was done with you yet,” he says, spreading my legs wide as he dives down between my legs and starts cleaning me up, gathering everything on his tongue before swallowing back the mixture of our cum.
There’s just something about him doing that that drives me wild.
“My god, we taste so good together too.” He grins, licking his lips as he leans back up. He then hands me a towel and turns to walk out the door.
“Are you leaving now?” I ask.
“Fuck no,” he replies. “That is, if your friend wouldn’t mind an extra person in the house when she wakes up.”
“She won’t care. She’ll be too hungover to give a shit,” I chuckle, drying myself off with the towel before wrapping it around me.
I exit the bathroom and head down to Tia’s room to grab one of her t-shirts and a pair of shorts to slip on, wandering back into the living room to assess the damage done to the couch.
“I straightened out the cushions a little. Pretty sure you bit the back of that one.” He points to a few marks on the material where I had my head resting.
“I probably did. Oops.” I shrug, taking a seat on the couch beside Harley.
“Have you heard back from Jason yet?” he asks, bringing me back into guilt mode at the mention of his name.
“I haven’t checked my phone,” I reply, wondering where exactly I left it. I head into the kitchen and see it sitting on the counter, so I enter my password and notice that I have fifteen new notifications.