The Guardian's Hidden Claim

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Tanya Tayler lay on her stomach in the guest bed, long red hair fanned across the pillow, one knee bent so her round, well-built ass pushed up slightly under the thin cotton sleep shorts.

The cropped tank top had ridden up, exposing the smooth dip of her lower back and the swell of her full tits pressed into the mattress.

At 5'3" she looked small in Brent McGuire’s oversized guest bed, but that only made his cock throb harder as he stood in the doorway watching her sleep.

He’d waited years. Ever since she turned eighteen and started filling out into this tight, curvy little body.

His best friend’s daughter. The girl he’d been named guardian for after the accident.

The one he’d jerked off to more times than he could count while she was away at college.

Now she was under his roof, “just until you get back on your feet,” and he was done pretending.

Brent moved silently across the room, the thick ridge of his cock already straining against his gray sweatpants.

He was forty-two, tall and broad, with a heavy, veiny nine-inch cock that had been aching for this tight little pussy for far too long.

He eased onto the edge of the bed behind her, careful not to wake her yet.

His large hand slid up the back of her thigh, pushing the sleep shorts higher until the bottom curve of her ass cheek was exposed.

He hooked two thick fingers into the crotch of the shorts and pulled them aside.

Fuck. Her pussy was perfect. Plump outer lips, a neat little slit already glistening faintly in the moonlight.

He dragged one rough fingertip through her folds, spreading her open just enough to see the pretty pink inside.

She was warm. Soft. Already a little wet even in her sleep. His cock jerked hard.

“Been dreaming about this cunt for years, baby girl,” he murmured under his breath, voice low and filthy. He pressed his fingertip to her entrance and pushed in slowly, watching her tight hole stretch around the single digit. “So fucking small. Gonna ruin this pussy.”

Tanya made a soft sound in her sleep and shifted, but didn’t wake.

Brent added a second finger, pumping them shallowly, feeling her inner walls flutter and start to get slicker.

He curled them, searching until he found that spongy spot inside her, and rubbed.

Her hips twitched. A tiny whimper escaped her lips.

“That’s it,” he praised quietly, voice rough with obsession. “Even in your sleep this greedy little cunt knows who it belongs to now.”

He pulled his fingers out, shiny with her arousal, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan.

Then he shoved his sweatpants down just far enough to free his thick cock.

It slapped against his abs, heavy and flushed dark, the fat head already leaking precum.

He stroked himself once, twice, smearing the wetness down his length, then lined up behind her.

He didn’t push in all at once. He wanted to feel every inch of resistance.

Brent gripped her hip with one big hand, keeping her in place, and rubbed the broad head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her growing wetness.

When the fat crown caught on her entrance, he pushed forward slowly, watching her tight pussy lips stretch obscenely around him.

“Fuck… look at that,” he hissed. “Taking the head already. Such a good girl for Daddy Brent even while you’re sleeping.”

Inch by thick inch he sank into her. Her cunt was scorching hot, impossibly tight, gripping him like a fist.

He had to pause halfway, breathing hard through his nose, watching the way her small body trembled and her pussy fluttered around the intrusion.

He reached under her, found her clit with his thumb, and rubbed slow circles while he forced the rest of his cock inside.

When his heavy balls finally pressed against her, fully sheathed in her stretched cunt, Brent let out a low, satisfied groan. “There it is. All nine inches buried in my best friend’s daughter’s tight little hole. Been waiting so fucking long for this.”

He started to move—slow, deep thrusts at first, savoring the drag of her walls along his veiny shaft.

Every time he pulled back, her pussy clung to him like it didn’t want to let go.

Every time he pushed in, her ass rippled from the force.

He kept his thumb on her clit, working it steadily, feeling her get wetter and wetter around him.

Tanya’s breathing changed. Her hips started to move back against him in tiny, unconscious rolls.

A soft, confused moan slipped out of her.

Brent leaned over her, one forearm braced beside her head, his broad chest covering her smaller frame completely.

He nuzzled into her red hair, lips brushing her ear.

“Wake up, baby,” he growled, voice dark with lust. “Want you to feel every inch of the cock that’s about to breed this pussy.”

He snapped his hips harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into her soaked cunt filling the quiet room. Tanya’s eyes fluttered open on a gasp. For a second she froze—feeling the massive stretch, the heavy weight pinning her down, the thick cock pistoning in and out of her.

“Brent—? Oh my god—what are you—fuck!”