Seducing My Mum’s Best Friend
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Elowen’s moan echoed through the bedroom, low and broken, spilling into the quiet space between the rumpled sheets and the half-drawn curtains.
“Uh-ahh.”
Cassian, my mum’s best friend, tightened his grip on my waist. His large hands were hot and rough, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above my hips hard enough to leave marks. The weight of his body pressed me deeper into the mattress as he leaned over me.
“That’s it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut.”
I gasped, voice shaky. “Daddy… please—”
Without warning he rammed his big cock into my pussy. The sudden stretch burned in the best way—thick, heavy, and relentless as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
I cried out and arched my back, pushing back against him, wanting more. Heat flooded through me. I couldn’t get enough of this fucking pleasure. Every nerve felt alive, my walls clenching greedily around the thick length that filled me completely.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled against my ear. “Taking daddy’s cock like you were made for it.”
He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room with each deep stroke.
His cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside me, the friction sharp and delicious. Sweat slicked my spine where his chest brushed against me. His breath was hot against the side of my neck.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You—daddy,” I moaned, barely able to form the words between gasps. “I’m yours… fuck me harder.”
“Now come for daddy,” Cassian ordered softly, voice low and rough with control.
That was my undoing. Pleasure crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. I exploded around him, my pussy pulsing and fluttering as wave after wave ripped through my body. A broken moan tore from my throat while my thighs trembled.
“Good girl,” he said, still buried deep, giving my clit feathery strokes with the pad of his thumb. The light, teasing touch made my oversensitive nerves spark and twitch. “That’s it. Keep coming for me.”
“Harder, papi!” I screamed.
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