Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(21)

But he shook his head.

"You can," he reassured. "I'm above you, but not lying on you," he  rasped. "Just angle your hips down hard, once, and it'll be done."

And I realized he was right. He was supporting himself with his elbows  so I wasn't crushed by masculine weight. I could still breathe even if  my breasts were smooshed against his chest, my cunt halfway impaled on  his dick. And I wanted it so bad, I wanted him in me, to feel that cock  deep, taking me all the way, so I did it. Taking a deep breath and  squeezing my eyes shut, I jerked my hips hard, thrusting myself down so  that my hymen tore on his hot rod, breaking in two, gone forever.         

     



 

"Ohhhh," I moaned, head thrashing on the pillow. Oh god, it hurt so bad  but it was so good at the same time, feeling him all the way inside, his  dick tip so deep, so satisfying. "Ohhh," I moaned again.

And Mr. Martin shushed me, lips caressing my cheek, my mouth.

"You did perfect, baby girl, perfect," he rasped, breathing in my small cries, my little mewls. "And I'm going to take you now."

Because his hips moved a bit then, pushing in even deeper and I let out  an involuntary cry. Oh god, how big was he? How far was he going to go?  My pussy was already spread to the max, stretched so tight I could  hardly believe this was happening. Was there more? Could I do it?

But he chuckled roughly against my chin.

"You've done great, baby girl," he rumbled. "The hard part's done and  I'm going to take you all the way now, again and again, until you break  apart, baby, completely shatter for me."

And with that, small waves began pulsing through my body with each push  and withdrawal of his cock. Oh god, it felt so good, the pain  dissipating, becoming a faint memory, dissolved under swells of  pleasure, and soon I was rocking my hips with him, welcoming him deep,  urging him on.

"Yes, Mr. Martin," I gasped, clasping my arms around that big back. "Yes, yes."

And he groaned into my ear, holding me close as if I was the most  precious thing in the world to him, caressing me, a gift from the  heavens.

"That's right, little girl," he rumbled, "let yourself go, let Daddy show you the way."

Because the waves were beginning to grow in size, swell and ache with  pleasure and my cunt was positively pulsing now, each thrust of his dick  reaching deep inside to make me shiver and tremble. My nipples felt on  fire with every brush against his chest, pressed so tight against that  commanding form and as Rob moved inside me, he reached one hand down to  caress my clit, pinching the nub once, hard.

"Come now, baby," he rasped against my mouth. "Come for me now."

And with that, I gave it all up, shattering hard, my pussy spasming and pulsing on his pole again and again.

"Ohhh!" I moaned. "Ohhhh!" Because I was lost, lost to everything he  promised, everything he gave, even if it hadn't been spelled out yet. I  could feel it in his touch, how he took such good care of me, how he  loved me, the way he worshiped my body, my every need, my everything.  And so I gave it up again and again, creaming hard, my cunt clamping  down on him, shaking with ecstasy, unable to control the hurricane of  desire that pulsed through my curvy form.

And the big man was just as lost because with a roar, a powerful clench  of his shoulders, a deep thrust of his hips, he came too, shooting  himself deep into my insides, arc after arc of hot white splashing my  inner channel, making me shudder as the virile sperm found its way  inside.

"Fuuuuuck!" he roared, chest and abs tight, groin glued against my body. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

And I mewled in return, pussy clamping down even more, milking him of  each drop of semen, drawing the stuff of life deeper and deeper, loving  every precious spurt. Because his penis was giving it up, pulsing again  and again, blasting hot white cum, and it was so satisfying, so hot, and  so empowering at once. I loved knowing that I could make an alpha like  Rob lose himself, give it up in my sweet arms, clasping him and holding  him tight as the stuff of life spurted into me again and again. I loved  knowing that as I gave myself up to him, he did the same, adoring me,  treasuring me, the physical and the emotional both so good, flying to  the highest heights, driving us over the cliff despite our odd  beginnings.

And as our bodies returned to earth, both of us panting, gleaming with  sweat, his dick still deep in my pussy, he licked my collarbone, tasting  the dampness there.

"Fuck baby, you did good," he groaned, dick jerking once more in my cunt.

I just smiled coyly at him.

"I know," I purred. "It was amazing, wasn't it?" And I stopped for a  moment, pausing because Mr. Martin was drawing his dick out now. His  pole was so gorgeous, still semi-hard, virile and purple, covered in a  mix of our cream, with the tiniest smear of red against the side. And he  stopped to look at me, seizing my eyes with his blue gaze.

"Honey," he rumbled deep in his chest. "Know that I'll treasure this  forever," he ground out. "I was your first and I'll never forget how  sweet, how wanton, how wild and desirable you are."

And I let out a breathy laugh, looking down at his hot rod, still pulsing, aroused and deep purple.

"I know," I said, breasts still trembling slightly. "I know," I said  again, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. Because Mr. Martin was mine  now, and I was his. And no matter how difficult things got, how  confusing, tangled and flat-out bizarre, I knew we could make it work  …   so long as we were together.         

     



 





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Ally




I thought we'd be fine after our sweet, satisfying encounters, I thought  for sure Mr. Martin and I were an item now. Because for the rest of my  four-night stay, I found myself in his bed, exploring each other's  bodies, loving one another, taking, intimate in our exchange, so  satisfying and amazing. It was a series of midnight rendezvous, a series  of illicit encounters because he was still my boyfriend's dad, so  during the day, we pretended like nothing was going on.

"You bored yet?" asked Jonah, yawning as we watched a movie in the living room.

"No of course not, why?" I asked, my cheeks coloring. Mr. Martin had  watched the movie with us and unbeknownst to his son, had fingered me a  bit under the big afghan, touching me whenever the sound effects from  the action movie drowned out my breathy cries, my moans of arousal.

But his son was clueless, falling asleep halfway through the movie, not  waking up until the very end. And even now, he was still moving in his  own world, like he had a permanent set of 3-D glasses on.

"Think I'm gonna go for a cream puff," Jonah said carelessly. "There's  that new pastry place down the street, a vanilla one would hit the  spot."

I shared a look with Mr. Martin. We'd talked a little about his son  lately like we were two parents, and Jonah's terrible eating habits and  diet were part of our concerns. Cream puffs were the last thing he  needed given his consistently low energy level and spindly frame. What  Jonah needed was real nutrition, from fruits, vegetables and protein,  not empty calories and a huge dose of sugar.

So I scrambled up from the duvet, discreetly making sure my skirt was  pulled down. Oh god, Mr. Martin's fingers had felt so good in me, so  amazing, and all I wanted was his dick once more.

But that had to wait until tonight, when I snuck into his room at  midnight. For now, there was still Jonah and his terrible diet, and I  had to help him, somehow, some way. So I spoke up cheerily, "I'll come  with you. Maybe we could stop by the smoothie shop on the way."

And Mr. Martin shot me a look because he knew exactly what I planned. I  wanted to go to the smoothie shop first, because maybe then I could get  Jonah hooked on a healthy drink and we'd bypass the cream puff store  altogether.

"You kids go," he rumbled. "I've got some business to take care of," and  with a wave, Jonah and I pulled on our jackets, stepping out into the  chilly New York breeze.

"Yeah, I can't wait to get back to school," my boyfriend complained. It  didn't even sound right to call him my boyfriend anymore. I guess within  a few days, I've grown up a lot, matured years, and Jonah was really  nothing but a boy now, someone I wanted to be happy because he was my  baby and I was his mom.

"No worries, we'll be back at Hudson soon enough," I said lightly. "Two days in fact."

Oh god, two days. I only had two more days with Mr. Martin before  classes started, my old life coming back with a vengeance. I didn't want  to think about it, it was so close and so I shook my head, like I was  shaking cobwebs loose.

"Oh here we are," I said, pulling open the door to 360 Smoothies. "Come  on, let's see what they have," I said persuasively as Jonah and I  stepped inside. He looked at the offerings and scrunched his nose.