Ok, lemme spill. i know this sounds bad, but the other night something happened, and i’m still dripping just thinking about it. my dad's best friend, a tall, rugged, silver fox type, has always been around, and let’s just say, i’ve noticed him in that way for way too long. his deep voice, strong hands, the way he fills out a golf shirt… i couldn’t help myself.

they were hanging out, drinking like they always do, and as usual, i kept teasing him, giving him those subtle touches when i refilled their drinks. by the time my dad passed out, it was just the two of us. he sat back on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned a little, looking way too good for my self-control.

i sat next to him, pretending to watch the tv, but my mind was racing. i slid my hand onto his thigh, casually, testing the waters. he didn’t move, just looked at me with those piercing eyes that made me ache. so i got bolder, moving higher, feeling the heat between us grow.

next thing i knew, his zipper was down, and his thick cock was in my hand. i couldn’t stop myself, not even for a second. i took him into my mouth, working him slow at first, letting my tongue explore every inch of him. he groaned, gripping my hair, and fuck, that sound made me wetter than i’ve ever been.

“you’re trouble, you know that?” he growled, pulling me onto his lap. my shorts were off before i even realized, and he slid his fingers inside me, teasing me until i was begging for him. i straddled him, feeling his cock press against me, and when he finally pushed inside, it was like my whole body exploded.

he fucked me hard, gripping my hips like he owned me, and i swear, i didn’t care about anything else in that moment. his hands roamed my body, his lips biting and sucking at my neck, leaving marks i’ll have to hide. i came so hard i screamed, and he wasn’t far behind, filling me up until i could feel him dripping out of me.

after, we just sat there, tangled together, catching our breath. we didn’t say much, but the way he looked at me before he left? i know this wasn’t just a one-time thing. i can’t stop thinking about it, and honestly? i don’t even feel guilty. i want more.