4. Should we really fuck our ex’s dad in every single room?
Should we really fuck our ex’s dad in every single room?
As I scroll through them all, I place my hand over my mouth in shock while I read the text messages.
J—I heard you were at the club. Someone said you left with some older dude? What the fuck? You sent me a novel about me cheating and then head off with someone the same fucking day? Unbelievable.
J—Of course you won’t answer me back because even you know how sleazy you are. I should have known.
J—Seriously? Pure fucking trash. That’s what you are. I fucked Fallon a few times a month ago, so fucking what? You’ve been busy with work and I have fucking needs, Millie. It’s not like I didn’t try to fuck you. A guy can only deal with so much of “I have a headache”.
J—If I find out who you left the club with, they’re done for and so are you.
Christ.
“What’s wrong?” Harley asks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen.
“Jason messaged me. Several times. Each one is worse than the last,” I sigh, tilting the phone so he can see.
“Just block him,” he says, shaking his head.
“And what happens when he gets back? It’s not like he doesn’t know where I live.”
“We can handle that when the time comes. You don’t deserve to be harassed for the time being.” he assures me, tucking a section of my hair behind my ear as he closes the space between us. “You know, we haven’t fucked in here yet…” he smirks.
“Seriously? Right now?” I laugh.
“Why not?”
“Does any of this make me a horrible person?” I ask, looking down while he places his hands up under my shirt, gripping my tits.
“Is that what you think?”
“A little. I mean, technically—we weren’t even broken up yet.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. He knew what the consequences were if he got caught. He ended the commitment there.”
“Yeah, but I literally fucked you. His dad. More than once.”
“It’s about to be three times,” he groans, pushing his lips against mine.
“I don’t know if I can handle you again. I’m so sore.”
“Is your mouth sore?” he growls, pulling my lower lip down with his thumb.
“Fuck no.” I smirk, closing my mouth around his thumb as he pushes it past my lips.
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” He places his hand on top of my head and pushes downward. “On your knees, pretty girl. Open fucking wide.”
I do as he says and lower myself to my knees, watching as he unbuckles his pants and pulls his cock out, fisting himself a few times before slowly sinking into my mouth, my tongue grazing the underside of his shaft.
I try to close my mouth around him, but he stops me.
“Keep that mouth wide open for me. I wanna hear you gagging on it.” He pulls out and slaps his cock against my tongue then slips back inside, thrusting himself into the back of my throat.
“Right there—Oh, f-fuck yes, baby. Swallow every fucking inch.”
I gag hard when he holds the back of my head while he pushes deeper, my face flush against his pelvis. I feel his cock pulse at the back of my throat before he continues to skull fuck me, stopping when I finally have to tap his leg to take a breath.
“Fucking hell, you’re good at this.” He slaps my face lightly then shoves two fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them for a few seconds before replacing them with his cock. “Breathe through your nose, baby. You got this.”
I keep my mouth open for him as he picks up speed, driving his cock into my throat so hard that saliva is escaping my mouth, dripping down onto the front of my shirt.
“I’m gonna fucking come, stick that tongue out for me.” He pulls out, jetting strands of come all over my face, barely getting any on my tongue. He smiles and looks down at me. “Damn, you look so fucking good covered in my cum.”
I reach up to my face and gather some of his cum on my finger, sticking my tongue out to slowly lick it clean.
“What a good fucking girl. What am I going to do with you?” Harley groans before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Anything you want,” I tease.
He disappears for a minute and comes back with a warm wet cloth, softly wiping my face clean with it. “You’re so damn beautiful, Millie,” he says, staring intently into my eyes.
“Thank you…” I manage to say, my brain barely able to function after losing so much oxygen.
“I mean it.”
“That means a lot, honestly,” I reply, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
I clearly wasn’t beautiful enough for Jason.
“Should we go check on your friend?”
“I’ll go check on her. We can watch a movie after, if you want,”
“We haven’t fucked in your friends room yet,” he laughs, grabbing my hand as I slip past him.
“With her in there? Hell no,” I snap back.
“I’ll shove something into your mouth to keep you quiet.”
“Oh my god. You’re too much for me.” I keep walking toward Tia’s room, opening the door just a crack to peek inside. When I see that she’s still in the same damn position, I open the door wider and walk toward her, making sure she’s still breathing.
Harley comes up behind me and grabs my hips as I bend over to place my hand against her chest. “I could take you right here with you leaning over your friend.” He groans into my ear, pretending to thrust into me.
“Harley! We’ll wake her up.”
“Come here then.” He starts walking me toward the end of the bed and before I know it, he’s bending me over, grinding his already hard cock against my ass.
I can’t believe this is happening. Didn’t he just come? What is with this man?
Next thing I know, he spreads my legs wide open, pushing me face down onto the bed, right beside Tia’s blanket covered feet. He grabs my ass cheeks with his hands and pulls them apart, tonguing at the entrance.
“I could eat this pretty little ass all fucking day,” he groans, pushing a finger inside.
I suppress a moan as long as I possibly can, trying not to focus on the fact that my best friend is passed out drunk on the bed beside me and if she opens her eyes, she’s getting a full view of my ass being eaten at the foot of her bed.
“Harley, fuckkk,” I softly moan as he removes his finger and pushes his tongue inside my ass, wiggling it around a little before pulling it back out.
“Mmmm, you like that don’t you?”
“Yesss—don’t fucking stop.”
“My good girl wants to come again, doesn’t she?” He bites down on my ass cheek, making me shriek so loud that I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Uh-huh.” I muffle against my hand, trying so hard not to wake Tia up.
“My greedy little slut…” He sticks his tongue into my ass again and again while he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy. I fist the blankets as the orgasm builds in my lower abdomen, his tongue swirling around my entrance.
Seconds later, I let go completely and surrender. My legs start to shake so bad that it makes Harley laugh out loud, warranting a harsh slap on my ass as he continues to violate my asshole with his tongue.
When he finally steps back, I look behind me and remove my hand from my mouth. “You’re fucking amazing,” I pant.
“I’m not letting you go. Just so you’re aware.” He grins, licking his lips as he stands behind me and pulls his pants down, revealing his already hard cock.
“How the fuck are you hard again?” I ask.
“It’s magic, baby.” He winks, fisting his cock a few times before pushing the tip into my pussy. “I’ll be gentle this time.”
“Please don’t be,” I tease.
The second he pushes further into me, the raw pain returns and I find it almost unbearable as his cock rubs against the swollen walls. He must feel the hesitance inside me because he pulls out and whispers into my ear. “Are you okay?”
“I’m actually really sore. I’m sorry…” I say.
“No need to be sorry, love. It’s bound to happen after having your guts rearranged that many times.”
“You’re gonna destroy me…” I whimper.
“That’s the plan.” He tucks himself back into his pants, but just when I think he’s done with me, he stands behind me, grabs me and spins me around to face him. “Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours one last time. Then, I’ll let you rest. I promise.”
He pushes me back onto the bed, folding my legs against my chest as he dips down and runs his tongue through my pussy, my arousal quickly occupying his mouth.
“Oh god, yes…make me come again, Daddy.”
“Mmmmm.” He hums against me, sucking my clit into his mouth while he finger fucks me into another dimension.
“I’m gonna—holy fuck!” I scream, not giving a shit whether Tia wakes up or not. Luckily, she doesn’t budge and I slip back into a beautiful euphoric state again.
He makes me come twice more and then cleans me up, his eyes glued to my face the entire time. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Millie.” He smiles, lifting his head up.
“I sure hope not. I’m not sure that I can survive without your cock.”
“Oh, baby. I haven’t even started with you yet. You’re really in for it.”
“Looking forward to it, sir,” I laugh.
I check on Tia one more time before we both leave her room and head back to the living room. I don’t know how she didn’t wake up, but she’s going to kill me when she finds out that he ate my ass and pussy just inches from where she was sleeping.
“Do you have a movie in mind?” he asks as we take a seat beside each other on the leather couch.
“I’ll probably just fall asleep. You pick.” I pull a throw blanket off the back of the couch and cover myself with it.
“I bet I could keep you awake…”
“You’re cut off from touching me. I’m going to fall apart,” I warn in a teasing tone.
“Can’t I just play with your clit a little while we watch the movie?”
“I can’t keep up with you.”
“You’ve done a good job so far.”
I don’t know how any of this even went this far, but I have a feeling that this is just the beginning. We have an undeniable connection and I’d be stupid not to see it through.
What a way to get revenge.
Fucking my ex’s dad is quite possibly the best decision I’ve ever made.