[MF] My dads friend finally took his shot after i turned legal

i don't even know where to start, maybe a lil backstory first..

okay so my dad's friend? yeah. Older, beard, deep voice, kinda rough around the edges, big hands, always wears that same leather jacket that smells like firewood and engine oil. He's been around forever but ofcourse never gave me any attention, always over for beers or helping dad fix shit around the house. and he always acted so normal. polite and definitely safe.

Except i saw the way his eyes lingered after i went to college and ofcourse after i turned 18. the way he'd glance down when i wore crop tops. the way he cleared his throat when i bent over. he never said shit. never acted on it. but i knew. and i'd been obsessed with getting under his skin ever since.

fast forward to last night. dad invites him over for movie night. nothing new. they drink, talk shit, pick some old action flick. i was just in the mood to tease tbh ... wore these soft little grey shorts that ride up just enough and a loose tank with no bra. i saw his jaw tighten the moment i walked in and sat on the floor between them.

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He said my name when i reached up to grab the remote and my tank slipped low—voice all rough, lowkey warning me. i just looked back at him and smiled. "what?" all innocent.

halfway through the movie, dad said he was tired and went upstairs to sleep (like always). He left and suddenly... it's just me and him. in the dark. on the floor. barely a foot between us. and the tension?? like thick.

i could feel his eyes on me. trying not to look but failing. so i pushed it. leaned back on my hands, arched my back a little, let my shorts ride up. i pretended not to notice the way he adjusted himself. cleared his throat again. kept his hands clenched in his lap.

then i said it. soft as hell.

"you always this quiet when it's just us?"

his eyes cut to me. "your dad's upstairs."

i smirked. "yeah... he's also passed out."

he looked so uncomfortable. shifting around, jaw tight, eyes anywhere but on me now. "you're playing with fire, sweetheart."

and i leaned closer. my voice almost a whisper. "maybe i want to."

he exhaled so slow. "you don't know what you're doing."

"yeah i do," i said, and i moved. slowly climbing right into his lap.

he froze. arms stiff at his sides. i could feel how hard he was through his jeans. and i swear he stopped breathing.

"tell me to stop," i whispered, grinding once, slow. "i will."

his hands finally moved, grabbed my hips like he was gonna push me off. but he didn't. just held me there. "fuck," he muttered. "this is wrong."

but i kissed him.

hard.

and after that... he stopped resisting.

his hands tightened on my waist and he kissed me back like he'd been holding it in for years. tongue deep, teeth scraping my lip, fingers bruising my skin as he pulled me closer. his mouth moved to my neck, biting just enough to make me gasp.

he whispered, "be quiet for me, baby. can't have daddy hearing his little girl getting fucked."

that alone almost made me cum.

he pushed me down to the floor, pulled my shorts down slow, licking his lips when he saw how soaked i was. "fuckin soaked already? filthy little thing." then he spread me open and went down on me like it was his last meal.

his tongue was everywhere. deep flicks, slow circles, sucking my clit while two fingers slid in deep, curling just right. i had my hand clamped over my mouth, trying so hard not to cry out. but it was too much. too good. he had me shaking in minutes, biting my fist while i came all over his face.

"taste so fucking sweet," he growled, licking up every drop.

i pulled at his belt, desperate. "please... i need you inside me."

he didn't even reply just shoved his jeans down enough to free his cock and holy fuck. thick. heavy. veiny. way bigger than i expected. he rubbed it against my pussy, slow and teasing, before pushing in inch by inch. stretching me wide. i had to bite into his shoulder to keep quiet.

once he was all the way in, he stilled. "you okay, baby?"

"yes," i whimpered. "please move. fuck me."

and then he did.

slow at first. deep, grinding thrusts that made me see stars. every time he bottomed out, i swear my whole body shivered. he had one hand around my throat, just resting, and the other on my hip, pulling me down onto his cock over and over.

then he flipped me. had me on all fours, ass up, face down into the carpet. he slammed into me from behind, balls slapping against me, hand in my hair now, yanking it as he fucked me like he was trying to claim me.

"this what you wanted?" he panted. "being used like a little fucktoy while daddy's upstairs?"

i was barely coherent. drooling into the carpet, moaning into my own arm.

he reached around and rubbed my clit while he kept fucking me deep, and i screamed into the floor when i came again, pussy squeezing so tight around him he cursed out loud.

"gonna cum," he growled. "gonna fill this tight little pussy up. take every drop, yeah?"

i couldn't even answer. just nodded like a dumb little slut.

and he did. held my hips still and flooded me. deep groans, low moans, twitching inside me until i felt it dripping out onto my thighs.

afterwards, we both just laid there on the carpet. sweating. breathing hard.

he finally whispered, "we can't do that again."

i laughed. "sure we can."