Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  I should have figured out what she was up to and stopped it—shit, I should have stopped it the first time I saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. She’s too young. She shouldn’t be offering such seductive advances to someone my age. But those lips. Her bare thighs. A stronger man would have denied the inappropriate passes or shut them down the instant they began. But I’m weak. Every time I saw her in the background of those video calls, she wanted me to bask in the beauty of her flawless breasts. God, I wanted to ram my cock between those tits like no other. My hand’s been around my dick too many times to count fantasizing about it.

  This is completely fucked up and wrong. I slam the rest of the whiskey, needing to erase the image of her hand guiding mine inside her sweet, wet cunt. “Not helping,” I lecture myself, brushing my hand over my erection. Maybe if I stroke myself a few times, it’ll release some pressure. Not thinking about her lips and what they’d feel like around my cock would work too. Oh, screw it. My hand dips into my pants, releasing myself. I groan at the first tug. “That’s it,” I moan, squeezing my cock and stroking up and down. Instead of searching for a mindless release, my mind goes back to her staring at me, eye-fucking me, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Fuck… I stroke harder.

  I’m going to hell. If being with my daughter’s roommate isn’t bad enough, the fact that she’s eighteen should be a great reason to stop masturbating. The problem is my mind won’t stop replaying the way her hand felt on my thigh as I grazed her hot pussy. My eyelids become heavy, and I close them, working myself in my hand, trying to fight off the images of her pink nipples through her tight little top. I bet her cunt is just as pink.

  “Jesus,” I moan, working myself faster. That naughty little girl is taunting me. Wanting me to—

  A knock on my office door has my hand jolting. Fuck. I rip my hand off, shaking my head. What the fuck am I doing?

  “Knock, knock,” Violet says as she pops her head in. “Hazel went to bed. I figured I’d see if you were up for a nightcap.” She’s holding a crystal glass half-filled with whiskey.

  “I’m good, but thank you. I have work to finish.” Jesus Christ, what is she doing? She doesn’t bother asking if she can come in before entering my office. My pants are unbuttoned and my cock is still hard in my lap.

  “Oh, come on. Just one drink. Keep me company. You can show me what you’re working on. Maybe I can help you.” My fucking cock is what I was working on. God, she needs to stop coming closer.

  “Violet, I think you should just go to bed.” My voice doesn’t sound convincing. My dick throbs with each step she takes. “I’m serious. This isn’t a good idea.”

  She doesn’t listen. This bad little girl doesn’t fucking listen. “Mr. Winters…or can I call you Heath?”

  Fuck, the way my name rolls off her tongue through her plump lips. Oh, how beautiful my cock would look shoved down her throat. It’s impossible to take my eyes off hers as she rounds my desk. There’s no denying I’ve been caught. “Oh, Mr. Winters, what have you been up to?” she purrs. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile, her tongue protruding to lick her bottom lip.

  “This isn’t what it looks like. It’s not what you—”

  “Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like.” She sets down the glass and leans forward, bringing her knee up and hiking up her skirt, to crawl onto my desk. Her ass cheeks peek out from behind, and my hand aches to spank her naughty little bare ass. She crawls to the center of my desk, then maneuvers herself so she’s facing me, her legs wide open, hanging on either side of me. “Like I said, maybe I can help you.” She scoots closer, and my hands lift to wrap around her bare thighs to stop her.

  “Violet. What are you doing?”

  Her hands cover mine. They’re small, yet warm. She’d struggle to fit her whole hand around me, but I bet she’d make up for it with her mouth and tongue. “Mr. Winters, let’s not fool ourselves here. It’s simple. I want something you have, and you want something I’m more than willing to give.”

  She starts to guide my hands up her thighs, but I jerk away. This is a mistake. I need to tell her to leave, but she continues to taunt me. “I never suspected you to be shy. All those calls. The way you looked at me. So hungry. I always thought you were dominant—a beast—rough and in charge.”

  My cock jolts. “Violet, stop,” I demand. She laughs, and I can’t help but be mesmerized by the way her throat bobs as she swallows. My attention is brought back to her skirt, which is now barely covering her. “Violet...” I warn, but it only gives her more power.

  “Let’s stop pretending you’re not just a little bit curious.” She glides her skirt up even more, exposing her pussy. “I’m curious about you.” Another pull, her pink lips glistening. “How about we just play a game of show and tell? I show you exactly what I can offer you, and you tell me how you want to take me.”

  She reaches for my cock, but I snatch her wrist, stopping her. “Stop this right now.”

  “Stop what? This?” She spreads her legs wide, opening her pussy for me. With her free hand, she inserts a finger inside herself and slides in and out. “This could be you, you know. I bet your fingers would feel amazing. I bet your whole fist would too.”

  I watch in fascination as she fingers herself, her head dipping back, her lips parting. Fuck, I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. I ache to fist my cock and match her pump for pump. “I can smell your arousal,” I groan, shocked by my own confession. The alcohol is taking the lead, causing my mind to confuse right and wrong. I want to throw her off my desk and demand she leave, but I’m too captivated by her. Her boldness to come in here and offer herself to me… Does she know how deprived I’ve been for the feel and taste of a woman? The way she touches herself…

  She slowly pulls out and brings her finger to my lips. “Open, Mr. Winters.” Fuck, this is wrong, but my lips part anyway, allowing her to insert her coated finger. The savage beast in me snaps, and I attack, sucking her clean. “See what you’re missing out on, Mr. Wint—”

  My hand extends outward into her hair, and I grab a chunk, pulling tight. “Stop calling me that,” I growl, mad at how turned on I am by it.

  “What do you want me to call you? Daddy? You could be my daddy.”

  My grip on her tightens, and a moan falls off her fuckable lips. “I bet you want me to be your daddy. Punish you. Punish this mouth. These tits. This pussy.” Shit, I’m losing my damn mind. I release my grip around her wrist and shove a finger so deep inside her, my knuckle prevents me from going any further. “This what you want, naughty girl? To have daddy punish you?” She releases a soft moan, and it ignites the forbidden fire inside me.

  If I had any willpower of staying away from this illicit attraction, it’s gone now. I power into her, adding a second finger, watching her eyes become heavy, her tongue biting at her lower lip. I’m lost to her scent. Her moans. I’m going to hell, but not before I have a taste of her sweet cunt. I push at her chest and tug on her thighs, forcing her to lay against my desk. My head dips, and I cover her pussy, sucking her instantly into my mouth. Any pretense of being gentle is gone, but this naughty little girl doesn’t want me to be.

  “Yes…so hungry, daddy, aren’t—”

  I bite the inside of her thigh, sending her back off the desk. “You’re asking for this. You’re taunting me to be bad.” I shove my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out. I don’t realize how hungry I’ve truly been for pussy until her taste washes over my tongue. I’m rough and quick, ruthlessly eating her out. Her hips squirm under my hold, bucking her swollen pussy into my face. Whimpers pour from her mouth as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. She’s not getting off that easily. I release her and stand, my cock at full mast.

  “Get up.”

  Fire burns in her eyes at thinking I’m going to deny her. Her lips form into a cute little pout, tempted to disobey me. She’s going to get exactly what she asked for. “Get up, unless you don’t want this cock. Maybe instead, I’ll fuck you with something else. We can
shuffle through my desk to see what turns you on. The stout of my aged to perfection bottle of bourbon? Or how about my long paper weight—”

  “I want your cock.” Her eyes dilate, and my dick expands. She sits up and slides off my desk, giving away her eagerness for me.

  “Then turn over.” Grasping her arm, I whip her around and push her taut little body against my desk. I rip her skirt up to get a perfect view of her firm ass, her smooth skin like porcelain.

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Whack!

  Adrenaline shoots through me as I spank her, each slap marking my palm into her bare skin. Gripping my fingers into her ass, I spread them open. “Have you ever been fucked here, naughty girl?” My thumb presses at her hole, and she squirms, shoving her ass into me. I drop my mouth and swirl my tongue around her hole.

  “Oh, yes. Show me what a bad daddy you are.”

  “I’m a bad daddy all right. Your cunt may be able to take my fingers and my tongue, but my cock is going to ruin your tight little pussy.” With her hole lubed up from my tongue, I push my finger inside her ass.

  Her moan causes my dick to swell, my precum saturating the inside of her thigh. “You made a mistake coming in here and taunting me. You think you can handle a man like me?”

  “I’ve been fantasizing about your cock for months. Punish me so good for being so naughty, daddy.” I push my finger deeper. Dammit, she shouldn’t want this. She should be scared. Tell me to stop. Run the fuck out of here. My cock throbs to be in her ass. Her mouth. Her sweet, tight cunt.

  I slide my finger out, rear my palm back, and spank her ass. She looks back, her cat-shaped eyes gazing up at me from under her lashes. She’s so fucking naughty, her lips parted, panting like a feline in heat. I pull my thumb back and circle her opening as I line my cock up to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, covering myself in her wetness. A growl rumbles from my chest as I ease in the tip of my cock, thrusting my thumb farther into her ass at the same time. She purrs as she rocks against me, trying to take me deeper. “You don’t control this. I fucking do,” I snap, then slap the side of her ass as my thumb fully breaches and my cock fills her to the hilt.

  “Ooooh,” she shouts out, trying to pull away from the fullness of my cock, but I pull her back to me, grinding my pelvis, locking her in place.

  “You’re going to take every inch of my cock exactly how I want you to. Think you can play with the big boys? Prove it.”

  “Holy shit, you’re so big.”

  I pull out and slam back into her.

  “Mmmm, punish me, Daddy. Make me beg.”

  I drive into her with the force of a madman. My muscles are on fire. A layer of sweat builds above my brow. She takes me deeper each time, her pussy clenching around me. Her moans drive me to the brink, and I reach around and pinch her clit. She’s like putty in my hands, her body molding around me. The goddamn noises she makes fuel the beast inside me, and I turn feral. “I want you to beg. Beg for my cock.” I pull out and palm my cock, stroking it as I kick my chair out of the way to give her room. “Get on your knees. Beg to suck me off. If you’re a good little girl, I’ll let you see just how sweet you taste all over my cock.”

  She doesn’t even hesitate. Filthy little girl slides off my desk to her knees. Her eyes salivate at my glistening cock. She smiles so sinful, it sends a jolt to my balls. “Please, Daddy. I wanna choke on your—”

  I ram myself into her mouth, groaning at the sound of her gagging. She grabs at my balls and sucks me off better than any woman my age ever has. “Mmmm…young and eager. That’s it.” My hands find the back of her head, and I thrust in and out. Saliva drips from her chin. I’m tempted to come in her mouth just to watch her guzzle every last drop of me. I throw my head back, my eyes half-mast as she sucks me deep. Little naughty girl is loving it. I thrust two more times, then pull out. She moans in disappointment.

  “Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits,” I order. I stroke my cock while she obeys, lifting her thin tank top over her head and dropping it to the ground. No bra. Just as I figured. “Touch yourself. I want to see you play with those tits. Can you reach your nipple with your tongue? I want to see you suck your tits.”

  Her tiny hands, perfect for cupping her breasts, mold into the round mounds. She lifts her right breast, dips her head, and wraps her mouth around her nipple. She swirls her tongue around the darkness of her areola, and I jerk my cock harder, my eyes glued to every motion of her tongue.

  “I’m throbbing, Daddy.”

  Every time she calls me that inappropriate name, I want to spank her—choke her with my cock until she learns her lesson. I’m not her daddy. But I sure will teach her a lesson. I step forward and squeeze her left tit. “Tell Daddy what you want, naughty girl.” I circle my thumb over her nipple.

  “Fuck the naughty girl out of me. Break me.”

  The beast in me snaps with a feral groan. I grab her waist and lift her on top of my desk, kicking her knees apart. My dick throbs as I drive into her swollen, slick pussy. My fingers dig hard into her hips, already leaving bruises as I plow into her, fast and savage.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she pants as I open her wide, forcing her to take all of me. The slapping of skin on skin echoes around my office. I wish I could shove something in her mouth to silence her. “So big, Daddy.”

  “I’m ruining you, little girl. Only my cock will fit this hungry cunt.” I slam into her, scooting her ass up the desk. My arms and legs are on fire. A bead of sweat slides down the side of my face. I allow her hands to work up my chest, ripping at my shirt. Her lips spread along my pecks, driving me deeper into the madness.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  Thrust.

  I want to fuck her into oblivion. Rob her of the chance to walk out of this room. Her eyes close and her mouth parts on a silent scream as she clenches around me, her orgasm stealing my resolve and sending me over the edge.

  “Fuck.” My balls slap at her ass as I lose myself, my cock spasming. I pull out and pump my dick, my come splashing over her stomach and tits.

  When I’ve emptied my release all over her, I ease up on my grip. A smile breaches her face and she dips her head down, admiring my artwork. “Hot.” She swirls the tip of her index finger in my cum, then brings it to her mouth, tasting me. “Delicious.”

  The heated moment is gone just as fast as it came. I panic and step back, watching her slide off my desk as if I didn’t just fuck her hard and dirty. She bends down, my cum still dripping between her tits, and picks up her tank top, not showing an ounce of shyness or guilt as she pulls it over her head. Reality hits me like a freight train as she tugs her skirt down her hips.

  Fuck, what did I just do?

  “Such a bad daddy. Fucking his daughter’s roommate. Tsk, tsk.” My face pales. I hurry and shove my dick in my pants, trying to figure out what to do and say next. “Wow, parents’ weekend is gonna be a lot more fun now.” She laughs and saunters to the door, turning back around when she breaches the threshold. “Night, night, Mr. Winters,” she says with a wave before disappearing down the hall.

  I fall into my chair, unable to comprehend what I just did, my cock still hard, my muscles burning. I hear another knock and prepare myself to tell her to leave.

  Hazel pops her head in. “Hey, Dad. Thought I heard something. Everything okay?”

  I choke on my own lie. “Yeah, baby. Fine.”

  “Okay. I was just getting water. I think Violet fell asleep on the couch in the game room.”

  That or rode my cock until I broke her. “Okay. Goodnight.”

  “Night, Dad.”

  I scrape my hands down my face, unsure how to grasp what just happened. “I am a bad daddy.”

  3

  Bonus Scene

  Violet

  I haven’t slept a wink. My mind keeps going back to Daddy Winters and his amazing cock. I’ve never had a man so hot. I thought he would give in to the temptation, but I never imagined how bad he would
really be. His wife must have been a crazy bitch to leave. I’m restless under my blanket on the couch thinking about having him again—and again.

  And there’s no way a man as hungry as he was last night would turn me down if I came searching for more. I throw the blanket off and tiptoe down the hall. Quiet as a mouse, I make my way upstairs and peek in Hazel’s room to find her fast asleep. I make my way toward the end of the hallway and turn the knob, finding his door open. I sneak in, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of his large room. The small light from the bathroom illuminates the room, and I notice the gigantic shower. All the dirty things we could do in it swirl in my naughty mind. I gaze to the left, finding his bed in the center of the room. He’s sleeping, his bare chest teasing me, a silk bed sheet resting just above his navel.

  Even in the darkness, I admire his broad chest. My clothes are quickly discarded onto his floor as I walk over and climb in next to him. He doesn’t budge when I lift the sheet, happy to see he sleeps naked. I crawl under and adjust myself between his legs. I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I walked out of his office. I work my lips around the tip of his cock, then lick down his shaft when he begins to stir. My hand wraps around his girth, and I pump him slowly, going back up and circling my tongue over the head.

  “Mmmm…” he moans. I bet he’s dreaming about me. I suck harder, working him deep down my throat, repeating my movements, until I feel him jolt under me. “What the fuck—?”

  His hand digs into my hair, trying to pull me off him. “Violet? Fuck no. You can’t do this—Jesus…” Yeah, that’s it. I bob up and down, the hold on my hair loosening. “Violet, this is wrong. You’re too—fuck...” His hips slam up, and I swallow him deeper.