The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. I stood there,frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs, staring at the most magnificent sight I had ever seen, porn videos aside, this was massive.
Mr. Wade, my father's best friend, a married man, a pillar of the community was standing completely naked,and he was very,very hard.
He froze,his hand still gripping the towel he'd been reaching for. He slowly turned his head, eyes locking onto mine.
"Jess?" He groaned, his voice low and rough,sounding like gravel grounding together. "How long have you been standing there?"
I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. "I....I brought you coffee," I whispered, my voice trembling.
He looked down at his erection then back up at me. He didn't move to cover himself. Instead, a strange, dark intensity flickered in his eyes.
"You're staring, Jessica."
"I can't help it," I breathed, my gaze drifting back down. "You're...You're huge."
A low guttural chuckle escaped his throat. "Is that so?"
"Yes," I whimpered, the heat between my legs becoming an unbearable ache. "God,yes."
He took a slow step toward me,the movement slow and predatory. The coffee mugs on the night stand were forgotten. The world outside ceased to exist.
"You shouldn't be in here," he murmured, though he didn't sound like he wanted me to leave. "Your father would kill me."
"My father isn't here, " I whispered, stepping closer, my chest heaving. "And I don't care about the rules right now."
"You're just a girl ,Jess," he said,his voice dropping an octave. "A little college girl who doesn't know what she's asking for. "
"I know exactly what I want," I gasped, reaching out with a trembling hand. I didn't touch him,not yet, but the heat radiating from his skin was intoxicating. "I want you. I've wanted you since the pool."
He stiffened. "The pool? That was....that was an accident."
"Was it?" I challenged, my voice gaining strength. "Because it felt like you wanted me too. It felt like you were marking me."
Mr. Wade heaved a heavy sigh, a sound of absolute surrender. "You have np idea how many times I've asked myself how it would feel to have my big cock in your little tight pussy and how many times I've forced myself to look away from you at dinner because you're just like a daughter to me."
"Then stop looking away," I pleaded. "Please. Just....touch me."
He didn't need another word, his hand shot out, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. I let out a sharp, strangled scream. "Ah!" As my sensitive breasts collided with his hard chest and his thick, pulsing cock slammed right into my stomach.
"You're so wet, " he groaned his hand sliding down the junction of my thighs,pressing firmly against my panties. "I can feel it through the fabric. You're practically dripping for me."
"Mmmm, yes....Please, Wade...please, " I moaned, arching my back, pressing myself into his palm.
"Call me Mr. Wade," he commanded, his voice authoritative. "If we're doing this,you're going to remember exactly who I am to your father ."
"Mr. Wade! I cried out, the taboo of it sending fresh jolt of electricity through my nerves. "Please, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!
He didn't waste another second, he hoisted me up,my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I felt the friction of his skin against mine, the raw masculine scent of him filling my lungs. He carried me the two steps to the bed and slammed me down onto the mattress.
"You've been quite the bad girl Jessica," he whispered, hovering over me,his muscles rippling. "Watching me. Wanting my big cock inside you."
"I have," I sobbed,my hands scrambling to pull at his remaining modesty. "I 've dreamed about this every single night."
He stripped me with brutal efficiency, ripping my lace panties with a loud rip! that made me gasp. He didn't use a condom, he didn't use lubricant. He didn't need to. I was a fountain, slick and ready, my body screaming for the release I had denied myself for so long.
He positioned himself, the head of his cock probing my entrance. I held my breath, my eyes wide.
"Look at me," he commanded.
I looked up into his dark,hungry eyes.
"You're mine right now, " he growled. "Forget your father. Forget Kiara. Just feel me."
Then he lunged.
"OH!" I s.c.r.e.a.m.e.d, the sound tearing from my throat as he buried himself inside me in one singular devastating thrust.
It was too much. It was everything. I felt my internal walls stretch and snap around him, a sensation of fullness so intense it was almost painful. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, as he began to move.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. He wasn't being gentle. He was fucking me with a desperation that mirrored my own,his hips slamming into mine with rhythmic, violent precision.
"Ah! Oh god! Yes! Right there!" I shrieked my head tossing from side to side on the pillow. "More! Harder!"
"You like it rough,don't you?" He groaned, his breath hot against my neck. "You like being taken by an older man. You like knowing this is wrong."
"Mmm-hmmn! Yes! It's so wrong!" I wailed,my voice breaking. "Fuck me Mr. Wade! Destroy my pussy with your big daddy!"
He shifted his angle,hitting a spot deep inside me that made my vision blur. "AAH!" I arched my back, my toes curling, as the first wave of orgasm began to build. It was like a volcano erupting in my pelvis,a white- hot explosion of pleasure that eclipsed everything else.
"That's it.....take it all Angel," he gasped,his movements becoming faster,shallower. "I've wanted this for so long.....fuck! You're so tight..."
"I'm.......I'm coming! I'm coming!" I screamed,my muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent spasms.
He let out a roar "Ugh!" and gave one final, deep thrust,pinning me to the bed as he emptied himself inside me. We both collapsed, chest heaving, the only sound in the room,the frantic drumming of our hearts and the distant chirp of a bird outside.
I lay there, floating in a haze of endorphins, feeling the warmth of him inside me. I felt a twinge of guilt, a fleeting thought of his wife and kids but it was drowned out by the sheer, primal satisfaction of the act.
Then, the silence was shattered.
Click.
The sound of a smartphone camera shutter.
We both bolted upright. I scrambled to pull the sheetss over my naked body, my heart leaping into my throat.
Standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with a smug,predatory grin, was Aaron Adams. He was holding his phone up,the screen still glowing.
