When I first met him, I thought it was just a casual thing. My friend’s dad was always friendly, charming, and undeniably handsome. But I never saw him as anything more until that one evening at their house. My friend had just gone off to college, and I was still visiting now and then to keep his dad company. He had just gone through a tough divorce, and I figured he might need someone to talk to. What I didn’t expect was for things to get so… physical.

It started off innocently enough. We were in his living room, sharing a bottle of wine and chatting about everything—school, life, relationships. But there was this tension in the air, an unspoken attraction that I could feel every time his eyes lingered on me a little too long. He was older, experienced, and I was drawn to him in a way I couldn’t quite understand. The moment I stood up to get more wine, I caught him staring at me—his gaze sliding down my body as if he was undressing me with his eyes. I should have been offended, but all I felt was a rush of excitement.

“You know, I never noticed how grown up you’ve become,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with something more than just friendly concern. I could feel my cheeks burning, but I didn’t move. Instead, I found myself taking a step closer, until I was standing right in front of him. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers along my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.

Before I knew it, he was pulling me down onto his lap, his hands roaming over my thighs. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, and something inside me snapped. I kissed him, hesitantly at first, but when he groaned and pulled me closer, all my reservations melted away. This was wrong, so wrong… but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted to feel what it was like to be with a real man, not some fumbling college guy.

Things escalated quickly. He pushed me back onto the couch, his hands tearing at my clothes, and I gasped as he pulled my panties down, his mouth following right behind. I’d never been touched like that before—rough, hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough. He spread my legs wide, his tongue flicking over my clit, and I cried out, my body arching up against his face. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up until I was trembling, begging for him to let me cum.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at me, his lips wet and shining. “I’m going to make you wait.”

I whimpered, trying to pull him closer, but he pinned my hips down, his gaze dark and intense. Then he stood up, unzipping his pants slowly, deliberately. His cock was thick, larger than anyone I’d ever been with before, and I felt my mouth go dry just looking at it. He smirked, stroking himself lazily as he watched my reaction.

“Want it, don’t you?” he taunted, and I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak.

“Then get on your knees.”

I dropped to the floor without a second thought, my hands trembling as I reached for him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me forward until my lips brushed against the tip of his cock. He was already leaking, and I licked at the salty drop, savoring the taste. He groaned, his grip tightening, and I took him deeper, my mouth stretching around his length.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a thrill through me. I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could, loving the way he moaned every time I swallowed around him. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him losing control, to know that I could make him come undone.

I reached up, cupping his balls gently, and his hips jerked, a choked sound escaping his throat. I smirked around his cock, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked harder. He swore, his hands tightening in my hair, and then he was pulling me back, lifting me up and throwing me onto the couch.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, and then he was on top of me, his cock pressing against my entrance. I was so wet, so ready, and when he pushed inside me, I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He stretched me open, filling me completely, and I gasped, clinging to him as he started to move.

It was rough, intense, nothing like the awkward fumbling I’d experienced before. He took me hard and fast, his hips slamming against mine as he fucked me deep, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I was lost, my mind blank, nothing but the feeling of him inside me.

When I finally came, I screamed his name, my body shaking as I clenched around him. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, fucking me through it until I was a sobbing, trembling mess. Then he pulled out, stroking himself quickly, and I watched in a daze as he came all over my stomach, hot and thick.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “You’re a mess, sweetheart.”

I could only nod, too dazed to respond. But as I lay there, his cum cooling on my skin, I knew one thing for sure—I’d never be satisfied with a boy again. I needed a man who could take control, who knew exactly how to push me to the edge and then pull me back.

And he? He was more than willing to show me how far I could go.