My Boyfriend's Father novel Chapter 12

Valerie pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the concrete at her feet. She had left Justin the minute he said he was going to be a couple of hours, determined to finish what she started last night, no matter how wrong it was. While fucking Justin allowed her to go to sleep for the rest of the night, she still woke up hungry for Richard. The man oozed strength, power, sexuality. She didn’t care if he was more than twice her age, didn’t even care that he was Justin’s father. She wanted Richard, and the moment she saw her chance, she decided to go for it. She didn’t doubt that he would go along, as well. She saw the look in his eyes last night. The looks he had been shooting her since she walked through the door Saturday. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Today. She would give them both what they wanted.

His eyes fixed on her as she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her slender legs, glad she had left her sandals inside when she returned. She stood there for a moment, wearing only her bra and panties, allowing him time to savor the seduction of her partially clad body. She grinned to herself that his cock still stood at fullmast. With a wink, she undid her bra, dropping it on top of the other clothes, and then turned so that her ass faced him as she slid her lacy panties down her legs, bending over as she did and pushing her round ass toward him.

She felt his hand on her rear as she kicked her panties off and remained where she was, still bent over, waiting for whatever he wanted. He spread her ass cheeks, toying with her crack as he slid his finger down, over her back door, and teased her drenched entrance. She groaned, pushing back on his finger, wanting him to plunge it deep inside of her. She ached to feel him, any part of him. If she was going to cheat on Justin with his father, she wanted Richard to use her hard and long.

He twirled his finger around her opening, one hand gripping her hip and holding her in place. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. “This is a line that can’t be uncrossed. I’ve wanted you since the first day you crossed my threshold. If you say you want this, I intend on fucking the hell out of you and using your tight little body in all kinds of ways. And I won’t stop today. I will fuck you every chance I get. Now, make sure you want it.”

She groaned as he spoke, pushing back even more on his finger. “God, I want it, Richard,” she assured him. “I know what I’m doing, but I don’t care. I need your cock, your mouth, your hands. I need whatever you’ll give me. I don’t want to-do lists or to feel like I’m following some written script. Just fuck me! Take it. Take all of it.” She wiggled on his finger, but he kept her from pushing it inside of her. “Please, Richard. I need it.” And god, did she need it. Justin fucked her sure, but he did it in such a boring manner. She craved the passion, the spontaneity, the unpredictable manner of a man just taking her and using her for his pleasure. She needed to please Richard. “Please.”

He gripped her waist tighter. “We’re both going to go to Hell for this.” He shoved his finger into her cunt, curling it so that it touched the top of her wetness, hitting that sweet spot right away.

God, Hell never felt so fucking good. “Yes!” She cried out, gripping her knees to keep herself from falling over. The sounds of her wetness sounded around them as he pounded into her, his knuckles slamming against her folds. “God, yes.” She couldn’t do anything but stand there, bent over, taking his assault on her cunt. “More, please, sir. Give me more.”

His fingers dug into her hip as he held her in place. “I just love hearing you beg,” he said. And then she felt him add, not one, but two fingers into her hungry pussy, shoving them in and out of her as she cried out, her voice bouncing off the water. He kept hitting that special spot, her body shuddering under his fingering, and then she felt his mouth on her ass, kissing her bare flesh, his tongue gliding over her skin as he pounded her cunt.

“Yes, oh god, yes, don’t stop. Damn it, Richard, don’t stop. I’m so close. So…fucking…close.”

He kept driving his fingers into her as he kissed her ass, biting it every once in a while. She gripped her knees tighter but prayed Richard didn’t let go of her. He was truly the only thing keeping her from making a mess of herself on the pool deck. her body tightened, as she shoved herself back onto his fingers, crying out one more time as her whole body started to shudder harder, her orgasm ripping through her. Richard never slowed; he continued to pound into her, her cunt walls sucking on his fingers as she came all over his hand.

Once her orgasm subsided, she stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths, her ample breasts swaying as he slowed the thrusting of his fingers. Once she felt them slide from her dripping cunt, she stood and slowly turned around, a grin creasing her face from ear to ear. “Wow,” she said. “I needed that.”

He returned her grin. “We are far from finished,” he assured her. “You did say you wanted it all, right?” She watched as he stretched back on his chair, his cock rock hard and begging for her. With a crook of his finger, he motioned for her to join him.