Harrison circles my clit, and I feel sparks right the way to my toes.
“Are you going to let Daddy make you feel nice?” he asks, and I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t let Daddy Harrison make me feel nice.
But I do.
I’m nodding before I can stop myself. I’m squirming tighter against him before I can force myself to stop.
And then I say it.
I just say it.
“Please, Daddy Harrison… please touch me some more…”
Chapter Two
Harrison
My son is a fucking joke of a man. The girl in bed next to me is a treasure. A little beauty. A delicious little flower whose petals need to be unfurled.
I can do that for her.
I can do all the things my son couldn’t.
I know Christy Williams. I’ve known her ever since she was hanging off Calvin at college. She’s always been desperate for him, her slutty eyes soaking him up. And he’s always been such an easy fuck. Dishing it out for so many girls slavering over him.
I figured he’d be more of a man than to head on up for some college reunion week and leave his girlfriend back here with me. I definitely figured he’d be more of a man than to hook up with Christy for the sake of an easy ride.
I’ve been trying to keep myself in line. There is no way I should be touching this sweet thing in her bed at my place.
She’s too young – barely eighteen years old.
Too innocent.
Far too pure for a dirty man like me to take advantage of.
But I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop myself wanting a taste of her.
She’s squirming just right, so softly against my touch. Her sweet little pussy is wet for me, and her breaths are quick little gasps.
I’ve seen the way she’s been looking at me, even though she’s been trying to hide it. There’s no way she’d have discovered her lust for an older man unless we’d been locked up in each other’s company solid for eight weeks straight, but we have been. At this rate I’d be happy to be locked up tight for a lifetime, just to see this little beauty everywhere I turn.
“Please, Daddy Harrison… please touch me some more…”
I’m doomed as soon as she says it. She could have said she didn’t want it and I’d have been off like a shot, knuckles rapped as I put myself back into line as the well-behaved older gentleman.
It’s her voice. The way it’s so nervous, but so needy.
It’s her body, wriggling just right for more.
I’ll give her more.
I’ll give her fucking everything.
“Spread your legs for Daddy Harrison,” I tell her, and she’s a good girl who does what she’s told. She eases her thighs apart, and I find her even wetter there, her knickers sopping as she rubs herself against my hand.
I pull the fabric to the side and tease her slit with a hook of my fingers. She tenses up, rigid as hell as soon as I press into her, before I’m even an inch inside, and I know it. Oh fuck, how I know it as soon as she stiffens.
“Have you ever taken a cock inside you?” I ask her, and she tenses tighter. “Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”
She holds her breath, and I can picture her face so clearly, even with the lights out. She’s embarrassed.
She shouldn’t be.
“Don’t worry about speaking up, little girl,” I say. “Just tell me if that sweet little pussy is still to be claimed for the very first time.”
I feel her nod before she speaks, and my cock throbs so fucking hard it nearly bursts.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m still a virgin… I’ve never had sex before…”
I should back off and leave her be. There’s no way a dirty guy like me should be the one to claim such a tight little slit. Still, I’m circling her clit, finding the spot just right to make her whimper.
Calvin is even more of a prick than I figured he was. Abandoning a fresh little cunt for the sake of some slut who sucked off the entire sports’ team.
One thing for sure, I’m not going to be as much of a fool as my son.
One thing also for sure. I’m not going to be enough of a fool to miss out on the visuals.
She squeaks a little as I reach out and flick on the bedside lamp, and she’s so pretty like that, horny but scared. Her blue eyes are fixed on mine, so big and bright. Her mousy brown hair is a fan on the pillowcase, and her nightdress is low around perky little tits.
“You’re too beautiful to miss out on the sight of you,” I tell her, and she swallows.
She doesn’t believe me.
“I mean it,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful, Poppy. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I told Calvin he was a very lucky boy when he first showed me a picture of you.”
Her lips part as I circle her clit just a little bit harder.
“That’s it,” I say. “Let yourself go for me, little girl. I promise you’ll love it when you do.”
She’s rubbing against me, and I need to see more. I throw back the covers and it’s a delicious sight. Her nightdress is bunched up around her waist, and she’s in a soaking wet pair of knickers, white lace, and nice and tight against her skin.
But not for much longer.
I ease my fingers inside and tug them down, and her pussy is a treasure. Trimmed nice and short, and glistening nicely.
“Spread that slit like a good girl and show me how wet you are,” I growl, and she nods.
She really is a good girl as she snakes a hand down to stretch her lips nice and wide. Her clit is a hard little bullet, begging for my tongue.
Still, patience.
The night is young. Just like she is.
“Want to see how hard Daddy Harrison is for you?” I ask her, and she nods again.
“Yes, please…” she whispers, and there’s that needy edge in her voice again.
Fuck me, the boy really was an idiot not to see her potential.
I climb up against her, and hold my cock up nice and high for her to see. I know it’s a beast. I’ve heard it enough times over the years.
It’s particularly massive as it throbs for the girl in bed with me. Her eyes are saucers as she laps up the sight of it, swollen and purple, with thick veins right up the length.
“I’ll never be able to take that inside me…” she says, and I notice her choice of words.
“Never be able to, or wouldn’t want to?” I ask, and her cheeks flush pink.
She pauses, but her fingers are still spreading herself wide, and she is needy. Still needy enough that she’s squirming against me.
“Never be able to…” she says.
I ease down against her, flesh to flesh, my breath hot in her face and those big beautiful eyes right on mine.
“And if I could make you ready to take my cock all the way inside that tight little pussy, would you want it?”
Another pause, and this one lasts what feels like a lifetime until she lets out another little squeak.
And then she nods. A sweet little nod with her cheeks flushed bright.
“I’d want you,” she whispers. “Please, Daddy Harrison… please make me ready…”
Chapter Three
Poppy
I don’t know what’s coming over me as I stare up into Harrison’s eyes, so dark. His dick is bigger than I could’ve imagined. A huge monster of flesh, so hard for me.
It feels amazing, to see such a huge dick so hard for me. Such a huge man so hard for me.
This isn’t like being in bed with Calvin. I shouldn’t compare, but I do. I can’t stop myself feeling so different and knowing this is so wrong but so right.
Nothing feels better than Harrison’s body against mine. Nothing feels better than him playing with my clit.
His first kiss is on my cheek, then on the corner of my mouth. He doesn’t kiss me deep, just peppers kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. Then further.
It’s instinct that has me tug my nightdress lower for him. His
mouth is everything I need as he kisses on down. His breaths are so warm against my nipple, and I want him to lick. I want him so suck.
“Please…” I say, and I feel like a horny little girl.
His tongue is quick, flicking just right. And then he sucks. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and nips soft enough to be a tease.
I want more.
He gives me more.
His fingers are still circling, and I’m squirming hard, and I can’t take it, not so good like this.
“That’s right,” he says, between flicks of his tongue. “Let yourself come for me.”
I’ve never come for his son, not really. Sometimes he touches right, but as soon as he does it goes again. I come for myself, but it’s more intense now, like this, with Harrison’s fingers so soft, so tender, so perfect.
I can’t hold back the moans, more like gasps. My toes curl, and my legs stretch out, and it’s so good to feel his mouth on my nipple and his fingers on my clit both at once… but not nearly so nice as when I’m bucking against him and his mouth peppers down even further.
I know his tongue is joining his fingers just a second before he licks me. It’s crazy good. Crazy enough that I shudder and feel like a naughty girl as I cry out for more. I’ve never had an orgasm like this one. Never so intense.
It’s wild.
It sets me alight.
Sparks right the way through me until I’m alive with the thrill.
He keeps on going, even when I’m gasping for breath. It’s just his tongue now, circling. He pinches my clit just a touch between his teeth, and I cry out again. Cry out for more.
My mind feels like it’s tumbling over itself, I want him so much. I’ve been trying to kid myself for days now… telling myself that Harrison is just Calvin’s dad and I don’t have feelings for him… but I do.
He’s so fit and so hot, and has such a dirty glint in his eyes when he’s looking at me late at night. He’s so wise, and talks so smart, and laughs at such funny things along with me.
It’s true. Harrison is much better to be around that Calvin, and always has been since I first moved in here with him.
Calvin thinks he’s so smart, but he’s nothing but arrogant. He thinks he’s funny but uses the same stupid jokes over and over again. Harrison is so much more.
Harrison is everything I want.
Everything I want, right now and always.
So is his cock.
I really want to taste that beast of flesh.
I hitch myself up on my elbows, and love how his tongue looks as it flickers against me, but I want to taste him. I want him in my mouth.
“Please let me taste…” I tell him. “I want to taste you now.”
His eyes are glinting so dirty as they stare up at me. His mouth is still wet from my pussy as he moves up.
He doesn’t give me his cock. He gives me his mouth.
He kisses me hard and deep, and I kiss him right back. He chases my tongue around my mouth and I love how he claims it. I love how he takes my mouth with his.
I really want him to claim the rest of me.
I can taste myself in the kiss. I can taste my own pussy.
I reach up to wrap my fingers in his grey hair, and I love it like that.
He drops his weight onto mine, and his dick is so hard between my legs. It would be so right for him to push inside me right now, but I want to taste him first. I want to taste him now.
“What is it, pretty girl?” he asks me, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to speak. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I have to summon the words, I feel so naughty saying them.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say. “Please, Harrison, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he says, and he’s up and on me in a flash, that huge swell of a dick ready to push past my lips.
My mouth has to open wide to take him. My tongue is trying to circle, but struggling, and it feels a whole new world of naughty when he pushes so deep into my mouth that I retch as I try to suck.
“Good girl,” he says as he finds a gentler rhythm, and I really do feel like a good girl.
He uses my mouth and it feels so nice. I suck him and lick him and I stare up at him the whole time, because he’s so attractive he burns.
Even when I’m pleasing him with my mouth, his hand snakes back down to tease my clit all over again. I’m moaning against the dick in my mouth, because I can’t stop the excitement building back up.
He can read me just as well as I can read myself.
He plays me just as well as I can play myself.
Harrison doesn’t need to ask me if I’m ready to take him. He already knows. He pulls his cock from my mouth, and my lips feel all swollen puffy. He moves himself down so naturally, his body covering mine from head to toe. My thighs open and my legs wrap around him, and his eyes are right on mine as I feel the head of his dick so big against my slit.
He rubs back and forth, and I can feel my body getting ready to take him. It feels good. So good.
It feels perfect.
I should never be giving myself to my boyfriend’s dad for my very first time, but it’s everything I could’ve ever wanted – such a gorgeous, amazing guy claiming me.
It hurts real bad as he pushes inside. He’s strong and steady, and it feels the most natural thing in the world. Still, it hurts so bad.
I whimper a little, but he doesn’t let up.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Let Daddy Harrison take you, and I promise he’ll make it feel good.”
I nod for him, and squeeze him tighter with my legs. He pushes harder, and I feel so stretched and so full.
“You can’t fit…” I say, but his mouth cuts me off with a kiss.
He thrusts in one final thrust, so hard and so painful that I cry out loud, but then he stays, still and paused, kissing me like I’m his girl for life.
I savour the moment. I savour the sensation of his cock so deep inside.
I’m full of Harrison Gable.
I’m stretched tight by Harrison Gable.
But I want more.
He gives me more.
He works his hips in short strokes at first, and I struggle to take it, even though I don’t want him to stop.
“Please!” I moan. “Please, give it to me!”
One long thrust makes me cry out loud again, but my body moves for me, writhing and bucking for more. It’s the most natural thing I’ve ever felt – his body connected to mine.
This is right. It has to be right.
We have to be right.
Us together.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, and kisses my forehead, as though he’s reading my mind. “It’s a good job Calvin was a prick, Poppy. You’re meant to be with me. Lockdown has made that obvious, sweetheart. So fucking obvious.”
I hold him tight, and I’m smiling against his shoulder as he thrusts inside me. This is just the beginning. My lockdown time here is just the beginning.
“You didn’t know I was the one for you, did you?” he asks, and I’m still smiling.
“Maybe not with my brain…” I reply. “But the rest of my body seems to have known way before I did.”
He kisses my forehead again, and then he fucks me. Properly.
Deep and hard, with such perfect rhythm that my flesh is moving in perfect sync with his.
I should be taking the pill, but I’m not. I should be asking him to pull out, but I don’t.
“Take it,” he grunts, and he’s reading my mind again. “Take my seed, little girl.”
I want it.
I want his seed.
I want to be his good little girl, taking his seed.
I want this to be everything his sad prick of a son could never be.
“Give it to me!” I cry. “Please, Daddy Harrison, give it to me!”
He does.
He gives it to me.
Feeling him come inside me is the most amazing feelin
g of my life. His grunts and growls and thrusts, so deep and my breaths are ragged underneath his. My pussy is sore, but happier than its ever felt.
He pulls out, and we both stare down at the white bedding between my thighs in time to see the blood come out of me with his dick.
That’s it. He’s taken my virginity. He’s the one to have claimed me.
I’m so happy he has.
“Such a sweet little pussy,” he tells me, and kisses me again. “I’m never going to get tired of filling you up, little girl. You’re mine to keep.”
Yes.
Yes, I am.
I snuggle into his side, loving how it feels to be against him.
Sleep should find me, but it doesn’t.
His cock is hard against my thigh again, before his breath is even calm.
Lockdown just took one hell of a turn for the better.
I can’t hold back the smile from my face as his fingers slip down to my clit for round two.
Chapter Four
Harrison
I’ve been filling up Poppy Ann Neville with my seed more times than I can count while lockdown ploughs on around us.
She’s been asleep in my arms every night, just where she should be.
Horny for my cock every night and every day, just like she should be.
It’s when lockdown is officially over that my idiot of a son finally rocks up back at our front door and lets himself in with his key.
His face is downcast, his eyes full of regret.
But it’s too late.
Poppy smirks at him as he confesses his eternal apology.
“Please, babe!” he pleads. “It was just a stupid catch-up, she doesn’t mean anything! I was trying to save you from the virus! I didn’t want you to catch it!”
She presses herself to my side, and her arm wraps tight around my waist, and I’m proud. So fucking proud of the girl on my arm.
The girl he was too much of a fool to keep as his.
“What’s going on?!” he asks. “What the hell is going on here?!”
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