We collapsed like that, her still with her panties and jeans around her knees with my thick erection throbbing and twitching out the last of my huge load inside of her.
"Fuck, honey, we-"
"We gotta get back to the table, I know."
I really did not want her to get off my lap - not then, and not ever - but I knew we were way past pushing it right now.
With a gasp, she stood, before instantly reaching down and yanking her panties up her long slender legs and pulling them tight against her pussy. I could already see the front of her panties soaking through with my cum leaking out of her, and I growled just thinking about how dirty that was as I pulled my own trousers up.
Chelsea whirled around, giving me a quick, passionate kiss on the mouth before she opened the stall door and scurried to the door.
"You go first, and I'll give it a few more minutes."
She stopped at the door, turning back to me and grinning at me as I buckled my pants back up. "Oh, Mr. Harding?" She winked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight; it really did mean a lot to me." She giggled as I gave me a 'watch it' look, before she poked her head out the door and then scampered to the ladies room.
*****
I hung out in the bathroom for another few minutes, leaning over the sinks try to catch my breath while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The lines in my face were a lot more noticeable than they’d been when I’d been her age, that’s for damn sure. I had a few streaks of silver starting to show at my temples, and there was just something strange about really looking at yourself and seeing an older version of, well, you.
What the hell did that girl see in me?
It’d have been easy to write the whole thing off as some girl with issues just looking for a “daddy figure” to fill a hole in her life - innuendo not intended. But I knew Mike, and the guy was an awesome father. So, it’s not like Chelsea was some sort of damaged individual who needed an emotional bandaid of sorts, and for some reason, that made this whole thing even more real.
Because that meant she was really into me, and not just the idea of me. And that thought both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.
Okay, sure, on a purely physical, primal level, this girl was fucking amazing. She was this young, eager little sex-kitten ready and willing to learn anything and everything I could teach her. She wanted to learn it all, and she wanted me to teach it to her, and the base caveman part of me roared at that chance. There was the primal side of me that wanted to dominate and claim this girl as mine. I wanted to spend every Goddamn waking hour spreading those creamy thighs and burying my cock in that innocent little pussy over and over again. I wanted to fill her with every single drop of my sticky cum again and again, until it trickled down her leg.
Until it made her belly swell with life.
I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants a the idea of my sinfully tempting younger lover carrying my child; our child. I pictured her belly swelling up, her cheeks flushing pink, and her breasts growing tender, and I knew the whole fucking world would know she was mine then. The whole damn world would know that little angel belonged to me, and that I’d claimed her and laid my seed.
Okay, a little caveman, I’ll admit, but that’s just what Chelsea did to me.
And yeah, we still weren’t using protection. Knocking her up was a hot thought, but it was also a seriously possible outcome of us playing this little game of chance every damn time
Of course, Chelsea getting pregnant by me could also mean me getting shot by her dad, and rightfully, really. I mean fuck, what sort of guy went around deflowering his buddy’s college-girl daughter? I tried to imagine what I’d do if it was Mike and a daughter of mine, but I couldn’t picture it because every thought trail ended in an image of me balls-deep in Chelsea’s perfect little pussy.
Yeah, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
Chapter 17:
Chelsea
"Everything ok, honey? We were worried about you." My mom gave me a concerned look as I sat back at the table. Jake's face was flushed, and he smirked at me briefly before turning back to his dinner place.
"Oh, yeah, sorry mom. My roommate called my cell - guy trouble or something."
My parents smiled at me and then each other.
"Well it's so nice to know you're the responsible one making the good choices that your friends can rely on, honey,” my dad said, smiling at me.
I quickly turned to my plate, shoveling salad into my mouth to try and hide the cat-with-the-canary look on my face.
Right, making good choices; like, letting my older, married neighbor fuck me unprotected and come inside of me what, four times now?
Dinner passed in a sort of hazy glow, and as we all ate, I managed to sneak a few more looks and even a couple of hand squeezes under the table with Mr. Harding.
*****
We were hugging our goodbyes outside the restaurant later in the freezing cold Boston winter, when Jake leaned into me and growled into my ear. “I have to see you again. I'm staying at the Marriott; my number is in your coat pocket."
I felt a shiver from more than just the cold run up my spine as I felt his arms squeeze me tight before letting go.
"So great to see you Chelsea, and glad to hear schools going so well!" He said it loudly as he pulled quickly away from me and smiled at my parents.
"Guess I'll see you again around spring break then!" He shook my dad's hand and kissed my mom on the cheek before they turned to say goodbye to me for the night.
"Call me, tonight" he mouthed over their shoulders at me, before he turned and stepped into the waiting cab.
And right then, I knew that for the first time since becoming my roommate, Lucy was going to have the dorm room to herself for the night.
Chapter 18:
Chelsea
After I said goodnight to my family and watched them climb into a cab, I waited a few minutes and then hailed one myself, feeling my pulse jump.
'I'm staying at the Marriott’
For the first time ever, I was going to go meet a man in a hotel room; it sounded so illicit! I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Jake that I was on the way, and then sank into the backseat of the cab grinning from ear to ear.
The sneaking around with Mr. Harding had been part of the thrill of it all, of course. The three times we'd been together so far had been the quickly in my parents living room, then the time I'd secretly fucked him at the dinner table in front of my family and his date with no-one the wiser, and then barely an hour earlier, in the restaurant bathroom just now at dinner with Jake and my family.
It was thrilling, these secret, clandestine encounters of ours, but the thought of being able to take our time - to be alone together without pressure of being caught or having to hurry - just seemed like such a luxury that I found myself buzzing with excitement as we drove through the night.
I stepped out of the cab feeling a bit nervous to be honest. There was this jittery feeling of naughtiness involved with me waltzing into a hotel and then sneaking up to Jake's room like some sort of mistress; which, to be fair, is I guess what I was at that point.
I closed the cab door and took a deep breath, steeling myself to act calm and perfectly normal when I entered the hotel, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a nineteen year old girl to be heading upstairs to the hotel room of her forty year old, married next door neighbor. But just then as I turned, suddenly I grinned.
Jake was waiting outside for me; waiting for me with a smile.
"Funny meeting you here," he grinned, taking my arm. “Going up?"
"Yes please." I grinned back, looping my arm through his.
He walked me right through the lobby, arm in arm. No "oh this is my daughter" facade; no sneaking in separately. Jake held my arm, and then ran his hand up my back as we waited for the elevator in a way that very plainly said, "yes, this is a romantic relationship." We got a few knowing looks of course, and even a disapproving a
rched eyebrow from a middle-aged couple who got off the elevator, but none of it even phased me, not with Jake there.
It also occurred to me as walked into his hotel room that this would be our first time in an actual bed together, a thought that made me giggle.
I turned to him as I stood at the foot of large, king-sized bed and bit my lip, my eyes sparkling as I looked at him. I was no longer nervous; no longer worried about time constraints, or being found out by people who couldn't know about us.
"We've never- I mean; on a bed-"
"I know." Jake moved in front of me, wrapping his arms around me tight and leaning in to kiss me.
"There's no rush this time, Chelsea. No bathroom quickie, not this time." He kissed me, and I melted into him, feeling his strong chest against mine, his muscular arms holding me tightly.
"I'm so glad you came," I whispered as I pulled back to look up into his eyes. "I had no idea you did any business up here in Boston!"
His smirking look said it all, and I suddenly blushed bright red as the truth hit me. He didn't do any business up here; he'd come for me.
I attacked his mouth with mine as the truth dawned on me, hungrily kissing his lips and his face as he grinned. Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed, and I giggled as I hit the soft mattress and let my arms drop over my head onto the downy comforter.
Jake moved over me, his eyes hungry as his hand began to pull at the button of my jeans. Deftly, he pulled the zipper down, slowly, and I felt my pulse begin to race with the click of every single metal rivet.
"This time, I'm going to take my time with you."
I let out a small moan as he finished with my zipper and then hooked his hands into the waist of my jeans and panties. With a tug, he began to pull them down over my narrow hips, slipping them down my slender legs and then off of me completely. I blushed as his gaze moved back over me, hungry and passionate as his eyes lingered on my tight, pink little slit.
With a growl, he moved back onto the bed, his mouth going to my knee and kissing me there, before his lips began to travel up. I moaned as I sank back into the bed, bring my hands up to begin unbuttoning my shirt and letting it fall open. My small but perky breasts - bra-less, of course - were high and soft on my chest, my nipples straining like little pink pebbles as Jake's mouth moved higher and higher.
When his tongue dragged wetly against my outer lips, I cried out; my hands instinctively dropping down to his head and my fingers running through his dark hair. He moaned into me as his tongue slipped between my folds and curled against my opening.
Slow, dragging licks up and down my slit turned to teasing curls of his tongue against my throbbing clit. And then teasing tongue curls turned to focused flitting of the tip against the pulsing, sensitive underside of my hard little nub as his lips formed a seal around me and he began to gently suck.
My hands gripped his hair tightly as his mouth on my young pussy began to rocket me higher and higher, pushing me towards that sweet release in a way I'd never felt before. His tongue was magic on my clit, and as he brought a hand up and slowly began to curl a single finger up inside my tight channel, I knew I was done for.
With a loud cry, I came hard, moaning his name out loud without a single worry about someone hearing us. Jake growled as he licked me right through my orgasm, coaxing me through before he let me collapse onto the bed.
He moved above me then, his clothes gone and his big, thick cock pressing hotly against my soaking wet, trembling slit. I looked up into his eyes as I reached down with my small hand and wrapped it around his massive shaft and pulled the throbbing head against my lips.
"Fuck me, Mr. Harding." I cooed, knowing how much saying his name that way instead of just "Jake" made things so much hotter for both us. “Fuck me long and slow, and make me yours."
He growled, and as he entered me, his huge cock stretching my tight slit so deliciously, we both moaned loudly.
We took our time, with my legs wrapped around his waist and him rocking into me, before he flipped me around and let me ride his big dick up and down as he played with my nipples.
"Oh, fuck, honey, you're gonna make me explode here!" Jake's face was red, his eyes wild and his jaw tight as I rode pumped up and down on his cock. I was whimpering and moaning, my mouth hanging open and my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt myself start to tip over the edge into my release.
"Oh yes Mr. Harding! Do it! Come inside of me! Fill my nineteen year old pussy up with your big dick and empty your huge load of cum deep inside of me!"
He growled, his cock starting to swell up inside me as his big balls, so heavy and full of cum for me, slapped up against my ass.
And then, without even really meaning to, I said out loud what I'd been thinking in my head. “Fuck me Mr. Harding! Come for me me and put a baby inside of me!"
Jake's eyes went wide, and with a roar, he slammed up into me and erupted. I cried out as I tumbled over the edge with him, my tight little slit milking his big, thick cock as he pumped rope after thick rope of sticky, potent cum deep inside my body. He clutched me to him tightly, my nails digging into him as we both tumbled down from our high, collapsing into one another and panting.
Slowly, I whimpered and opened my eyes to see Jake looking at me with a deep stare. Suddenly, I blushed, feeling awkward about what I'd said and wondering why I had. I mean, it had to be a weird subject for him, right? After the whole thing with Lenore?
"Oh, God, Jake, I'm so-"
He silenced me with a deep, powerful kiss on my mouth, full of passion and fire. When he pulled back, he grinned at me, shaking his head. "Don't you ever apologize to me about anything, honey; not ever." I smiled as he leaned in and kissed me again. “And besides, that was incredibly hot, what you said."
I grinned shyly. “Oh yeah?"
He growled, and I gasped as I felt his cock throb deep inside of me. “Fuck yeah it was.”
“Oh really?” I cooed, slowly rocking my hips on top of him. I could see the muscles in his chest and arms ripples as he tighten his grip on me, his eyes flashing. And then suddenly, I squealed as he lifted me off of him, pushed me down on the bed and grabbed my hips from behind.
“You like the idea of me pumping my cum inside of you without any protection?” He growled, teasing my slit with his big cock.
I whimpered, my breath catching. “Yes!” I whispered out.
“You like the thought of me claiming you with my big cock and fucking a baby right into you?”
I moaned loudly then, pushing back as I felt his cock slip between my lips and push in easily through all the cum he’d already left in there.
Jake leaned over me as he pushed his head in deep and slid home, making me grunt as he suddenly filled me. “You want me to fill that belly with a baby, honey?” He growled, and I all but trembled at his words.
Yes; I did.
“You want me to fill your womb with my seed until you get all big and round with our child?”
“Yes!” I cried out, and then I gasped as his hands tightened on my hips and his cock began to fuck me.
We’d made love before, but that was pure and raw fucking, and I loved every fucking second of. I loved how helpless and how dominated I felt with this much bigger, much older man holding me down and just fucking me senseless. I came the first time with his hand gripping my tight ass and the other pulling my hair, my face in the sheets and my screams of pleasure tumbling from my lips. I came again when he used both his hands to just grab me by the waist, lift me up so my face was down and ass was high in the air, and just pound into me so hard the bed rocked.
The third time, we came together, my cries loud and free as his cum filled my young, fertile pussy up totally unprotected just like the other times.
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