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Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(20)



     



 

"What do you mean, ‘real'?" I asked again slowly. "Do you mean that I'm  more than a houseguest, more than you know, just a friend?"

The big man threw his head back and positively roared with laughter.

"Of course you're more than a friend," he said, amused. "Unless you want  to be friends who fuck? Fuck buddies? Fuck friends? That kind of  thing?"

I colored at the rawness, the disgusting terms, but shook my head.

"Is that what we are?" I asked slowly. "Is that all I am to you?"

And the big man snorted, exasperated, even as his eyes caressed my breasts and hips, my cunt going warm inside.

"Naw, of course not," he ground out, stripping me with his eyes, like he  could see through my clothes with x-ray vision. "But later, baby,  later, because I just spent tens of thousands, honey," he said, voice  silky. "And I want to see some of this jewelry on you," he said, pulling  out the blue boxes, undoing the bows, and lifting a giant emerald to  the light. "You know, most women would love to own this," he mused more  to himself than anything. "And yet you," he said, "are all about talk  and not about jewels. We're gonna have to fix that," he said, amused.  "But for now, come on baby, out of your clothes, let me see how this  looks on you."

And I frowned at him, eyes still serious.

"No, I'm not getting undressed, we're having a discussion about what's going on about us, between us."

But before I could utter another word, I was hoisted onto his shoulder  like a sack of potatoes as Rob strode confidently down the hallway and  into the master bedroom, depositing me onto the bed.

"I hear what you're saying little girl," he said, voice still silky,  eyes gleaming. "But I want to see this necklace on you naked and when I  say ‘now,' that means ‘now,'" he ground out, body massive, imposing,  looming over me.

And for the umpteenth time, I realized how commanding he was, how alpha,  how people bent to his whims, doing as he commanded. I'd seen it with  the saleslady, with the barista, even on the phone as he chatted to  nameless associates. I saw how the world accommodated Robert Martin, how  the big man was so charismatic, so commanding, persuasive, and alpha  that everything and everyone rearranged themselves for him. And I was no  exception because I was completely under his sway as well, his hands  molding me, those lips, those blue eyes binding me tight, completely  under his thrall. I should have been afraid or even offended but  instead, warmth suffused my form, body going limp, warm with need and  lust. Was this supposed to be happening? I was an independent woman  after all and supposed to make my own way in the world, carve a path for  myself, stand on my own two feet. But instead, there was this alpha  male towering over me, eating me with his eyes, and I was oddly  comfortable with it. Instead of feeling like a victim, it felt right,  that doing things for him, with him, for him, was right and what I  wanted too.

So I shook myself free of pre-conceived notions. Sure, there are all  these books, essays and lectures about feminine empowerment and I  believed them, I really did. But what all the studies left out was how  good it felt to be in love with a man, a real man, a powerful, dominant  one, one that left my insides quivering, body on alert, attuned to his  every command. Because underlying it all was trust, trust that Mr.  Martin would never hurt me, that he'd only take me as far as I was  ready, that I was safe with him, secure, that my best life would be  lived with him.

So I surrendered then, completely, all of me, emotionally and physically, my mind, body, and heart under his sway.

"Yes, Mr. Martin," I breathed. "Yes." And with trembling fingers, slowly  I undid my dress, pulling the soft material apart so that I wore  nothing but a tiny demi-bra and panties.

His eyes were blazing now, a massive tent at his crotch.

"Off. All of it," he commanded and without a protest, I acquiesced.  Slowly, I rolled the stockings from my legs, sensuously slipping them  down, and then reached in back to undo the clasp of my bra. It fell  away, revealing my huge girls and I shook them a bit at him, the  luscious flesh rolling and jiggling.

"You like, lover?" I husked, the contact between our eyes electric. "You like?"

And Rob let out a half-groan, half-growl then, popping open his fly and  letting out that massive pole, stroking it with his hand. As I watched a  bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and trickled down that huge shaft,  smearing wetly on the hot rod as he stroked himself.

"You know I love it," he ground out, eyes blazing a hot trail on my body. "I fuckin' love it."         

     



 

And I laughed throatily then.

"Then you'll like what's next," I purred because I sat back and lifted  my legs straight at the ceiling, pointing my toes up. It was hard to  balance but I'm young and flexible, I managed. And slowly oh so slowly, I  inched my panties over my hips, stopping once they were over my ass and  drawing them upwards, up over my thighs and calves, finally off. My  legs were still pointed towards the ceiling, squeezed together, but I  knew he could see my pussy lips from in back, the pink flesh moist and  glistening, swollen with desire.

"Do you like it, Mr. Martin?" I whispered naughtily, looking at him from around my legs. "Like what you see?"

And the blue eyes were riveted on my puss, his hand going fast on his pole, but the big man stood rock solid and immobile.

"Spread," was his only command, and with a sigh, I did his bidding.  Slowly, I pulled my legs apart, lowering each one gently until I was  almost doing the air splits, my thighs wide and welcoming, my vee open,  each toe pointed at a different corner of the room. My cleft steamed  soft and wet, all for him.

"Come and get it, Mr. Martin," I murmured, looking at him coyly. "Come and get what's yours."

But the big man shook his head, still fisting his pole. Holy shit, there  was so much cum now that it was practically a river running off the  tip, dripping madly onto the floor. But he remained rooted to where he  was, dark streaks across his cheekbones, abs and pecs tight, dick hard.

"Spread," was his command again, and this time my cheeks flushed.  Because he wanted it all, wanted to see everything that belonged to him  and parting my legs wasn't enough. He wanted to see deeply, intimately  inside of me.

So reaching a small hand between my legs, I did as I was told. Slowly,  my fingers pulled my labia apart until my inner channel was exposed, the  hot pink on display, glistening and gleaming moistly, clit hard and  engorged, ready to be tasted.

"Yes, Mr. Martin," I panted. "Yes, yes, yes."

And in half a second the big man was on me, all over me, licking my  nipples, suckling and pulling off the tips as his hand massaged my cunt,  pinching my clit, lightly rubbing the bottom of it.

"Fuck," he ground out against my flesh. "Fuck, little girl, you're so beautiful, exactly what I want."

And I mewled against him, everything available for him, everything offered to him, like I'd been made for him.

"Yes," I panted again as his hand slipped through my wet folds again,  testing the swollen, engorged flesh. "Yes, yes." Because he was checking  to make sure I was ready, to make sure I could fit his dick, and there  was no better time. I was more than ready, I was dying for it.

"Put it in," I begged, eyes pleading, boobs heaving with need and want. "Put it in me, now."

And finally, Mr. Martin did what I'd been dying for these last three  days. He lined his dickhead up with my hole, testing the opening,  running his glans around my wetness, probing gently.

"I'll put some of it in," he ground out hoarsely, "but fuck, baby, you're so tight."

Because he'd pushed into me a few inches and oh god, but he was so big,  so huge that I felt like my body was going to tear in two.  Inadvertently, I let out a hoarse scream, one of pleasure, of ecstasy,  the delight of finally feeling a man's dick inside.

"Keep going," I panted, begging. "I want to feel all of you in me, all of your cock."

But the big man loomed above me, chest massive, shaking his head, dick still embedded a couple inches.

"Naw honey," he forced out, panting himself at the delicious wetness, my  pussy gripping him moistly. "Feel that?" he rasped, nudging his dick  tip a bit inside. I mewled, there was the sensation of stretching, just  the tiniest bit of pain, and I cried out. He kissed me then, breathing  against my lips, our breath mingling. "Honey, for this last part," he  rasped. "I want you to break yourself open on me, push yourself down on  my dick."

My eyes flew open then.

"How?" I gasped. I was lying under the big man, literally pinned under  his massive weight, he was twice my size. "I can't," I shook my head,  body electrified, desperate for him to bury himself fully.