Filed to story: Help! I’m Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend Novel Free
But each entrance into my needy cunt has me whimpering, body trembling and edging closer. I can feel it hovering just out of reach, urging me higher and higher. I grip his shoulders, hold onto him for dear life, and pray we won’t be found.
But I’m too loud. I always have been with him. The way his body plays mine like a finely tuned instrument.
“Harper…” He whispers, gaze boring into mine, and I catch what he means. This has to end, and fast, or we’re going to be discovered since I can’t keep my pleasure to myself.
I kiss him, teeth colliding, mouths mashed together, tongues dueling and tasting while we ravage each other.
My p**sy is throbbing in time with my heartbeat, urging my orgasm closer, lulling my body into submission. The pleasure; f**k it feels so perfect, right and magical as he pistons in and out of my stretched p**sy.
There’s no dirty talk this time, no him telling me to “take that fat dick, come on my cock, scream for me baby”. Just the thought, the idea of his rough voice and body doing exactly that, has me on the edge. I want to tell Mr. Collins to give it to me, his dirty little slut. I want him to slap my ass while he growls in my ear that I’m a naughty whore and whores get f**ked.
My clit aches and p**sy hurts so good.
He keeps his pace like a demented man, in and out, harder and harder and his balls slap against the lower curve of my ass.
I reach between us and settle my finger over my clit, circle the bundle of nerves and our lips part long enough to share a few whispered words.
“Harper…”
“Gonna…”
“Yeah…”
Cause I am, it’s right there, and he slams even harder into my cunt, again and again and again until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin, but I don’t care either.
No, not when I’m coming.
Not when my p**sy clamps down on his dick and he throbs and twitches inside me, not when I’m flying apart, climax overtaking me and my body is filled to the brim with pleasure.
I grunt and groan against his mouth, half-kisses followed by deep breaths.
“Mr. Collins…” I whimper, I tease. That name has just as much of an effect on him as it does on me.
He grunts, keeps his hips moving and pounding, shoves that fat cock into my p**sy more and more until I come again, cream his cock, squirt all over him and soak us both with my juices. Only he’s ever been able to draw that from me. Him and him alone.
I’m seeing rainbows and unicorns now, floating in la-la land while be batters me with several more vicious thrusts. Then he surrenders, sucks in a deep breath as he climaxes and fills me with his thick, hot cum, paints my inner walls with his seed. His whole body shudders with me and we kiss again while we both ride the roller coaster of ecstasy to a close.
But then our pleasure is cut short. Because parents suck in a not fun way.
Someone knocks on the bathroom door, a sharp rap of knuckles against the wood. “Harper! Are you in there?”
Oh shit, my dad.
My widened eyes, surprised gaze, is reflected in Mr. Collins’s expression. That quick, he slips into warrior-mode. He places a finger on my lips, keeps me silent while he withdraws his cock from my p**sy. A quick jiggle and he’s tucked in his jeans and zipped up.
He motions me to get back into the tub, quietly and I sink into the warm water, watch him move around the room. I’ve never been caught before, never even been close, but there seems to be a first time for everything.
“Harper!” My dad’s voice is louder this time with a hint of anger.
“What?” I snarl. Geez, can’t anyone get their groove on without being interrupted? This is really killing my post-coital buzz.
Mr. Collins throws me a smile and a wink while he climbs onto the counter and slinks through the open window. Hell, I can’t believe what he’s doing. We’re on the second floor and the ground is at least twenty feet away! My love disappears and I toss his order to stay put after him, climb from the tub and stick my head outside. I can just see the shadow of him while he leisurely climbs down the drainpipe with the grace and stealth of a bad ass ninja. Or, at least, how I’d imagine a ninja doing the same thing. I know he’s well trained for sneaking in and out of places, but I’ve never seen him in action.
f**k I’m impressed. And horny. But mostly impressed.
Less than two minutes later he lands on the grass and dusts his hands on his jeans as if nothing had happened. He melts into the night.
I blink. Wow.
“Harper!”
“Jesus Christ.” I grab a towel and wrap it around my body then stomp to the door. A quick flick of the lock, a yank on the door and I’m staring at my fuming father.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a bath.”
My dad shoves the door open and pokes his head inside, eyes narrowed as he scans the interior. “I heard something.” After a few moments, when he doesn’t find anyone, he turns those slitted eyes at me. “I thought you were with someone.”
“Dad!” I whine. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was listening to Static-X.”
“Static-X?”
Duh. “The band! Do you need to use the bathroom or something?”