11 comments/ 27481 views/ 39 favorites Coveting Him By: RDeLajour I know that I'm going to hell for my feelings and thoughts. Well, I'm not entirely sure if I am going to hell because who knows, maybe hell isn't real? But in many ways I feel like I am in hell. I really am trying to ignore him, but it's impossible. The way he demands my attention with those deep, sexy hazel eyes. That deep, rich voice that makes my nipples harden in ardent heat. Those lovely, masculine hands that are strong yet gentle at the same time. I imagine those hands running through my wavy locks as he slides inside my slippery, wet core, with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Those engaging hazel eyes boring into my soul, making my cunt tighten around his thickness. You're such a dirty, little girl, Esme, to covet your stepfather like that. Is that why you're soaking wet and ready for me? "Esmeralda, are you okay?" My stepfather's concerned yet gentle tone forces me to stop the erotic, perverted images flashing through my mind. Maybe I should see a shrink. Maybe he or she could help me understand why I want my stepfather, who is practically my father, to fuck me raw and senseless all night until I'm so sore, I can barely walk the next day. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lie with all the cheeriness I can muster. "I'm just feeling a little off today." "Anything on your mind? You can always talk to me, you know." Yeah, unlike my mother, who is my flesh and blood. I swear I can't talk to her about anything lately without her castigating me. When I told her that I wasn't sure whether I should change majors, she scoffed at me and told me that I had to make up my mind before I wasted any more time and money. She then proceeded to walk out of the kitchen without saying another word, slamming the door shut after her. I sigh. "It's just...I'm not sure whether I should stick with English or go for Business. I feel like my love for English will only take me so far in this world. Business has more opportunities and promise." He picks up his glass of wine and sips from it, and I secretly watch him, wishing his lips could drink from me like that. I imagine his sexy mouth on my inner folds, his tongue lapping me up as I come again and again, feeding him my cum... "Well," he says as he sits the glass down. "How about not having to choose and taking the both of them? That gives you a lot of flexibility and potential employers will be impressed by your dual majors." Shit, snap out of it, Esme! He's trying to talk to you about something serious. He wants to help you. Get your head out of the fucking gutter. "That does sound like a good idea." I stare down at my mashed potatoes and corn on the cob, which were hastily made by him at the last second since my mom has been MIA all day. "But it would be so hard. Do you think I can do it?" "Absolutely. You are more intelligent than you think, Esme. You don't give yourself enough credit." He pauses and says, "Just consider the idea. You still have a month left before classes start. You could always go into the advisor's office and make your decision." I nod. "I will definitely think about it." *** Later that night, I'm in my room, trying to watch a late night comedy show but failing to find any of it remotely funny. The truth is that I've been feeling so empty lately. I notice that it's growing more everyday. Sure, I have my two friends that I see on occasion, but besides that, the summer has been pretty lonely. I suspect I may have depression, since I have all of the classic symptoms: lethargy, feelings of emptiness and honestly, feeling like I don't matter much... Of course I haven't told anyone. I'm too scared to tell anyone, especially my mother. She would just tell me to suck it up. It doesn't help that things are obviously not okay between her and my stepdad. I can definitely sense the growing tension between them as each day passes. I wish I could say it's just a phase but it's been like this pretty much everyday for the previous month. According to my mom, my stepdad is having an affair. Which is something that I highly suspect. And I believe it less when I hear my mom's black SUV roll into the driveway. She's been missing practically all day, and I could tell that my dad is worried sick. He tried to hide the anxiety from me but I could see it in the way he kept running his hands through his hair and glancing at his watch. When I go into the hallway, on my way to use the bathroom, I can't help but overhear some of their hushed, angered words. "Where were you all day?" my stepdad asks with a mixture of sadness and anger engrained in his voice. "Even Esmeralda was wondering about you." "I'm a grown ass woman, Marcus!" my mom hisses as something slams against the wall. "I don't have to explain myself to anyone. You're not my dad." "No, I'm not. But I'm your husband. What if something happened to you? I wouldn't know where you were." She scowls. "You need to get off my ass. Maybe if you weren't working so much, we'd see each other more." My mom's cruel, cold words even sting me, and they weren't directed at me. Having heard enough, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, where I make sure to wash my face before I step back out into the hallway. To my surprise, my dad is walking toward the living room, looking very pale and shaken up. I wonder what else she told him, but in reality, I don't want to know. What I heard was enough. "Can't sleep, sweetheart?" he asks as he fakes a smile. "I was going to watch some TV. Why don't you sit down with me for a second?" I don't like where this is headed to. Is this the end of them? Even though I want him more than anyone on Earth, I can't exactly be cheerful about their break up. That would bring a lot of sadness and pain to him. I know that he still loves her. I can see it in his gaze when he looks at her. But does she still love him? "What's up?" I casually ask as I sit down with him on the tan leather couch. "Is everything okay?" He grabs the remote controller from the black coffee table and asks, "Would you like to go camping tomorrow? We can get away for the weekend. A father and daughter getaway." I'm in shock for several seconds, but I force myself to remain in the present. "Just you and me? What about mom?" He smirks. "She's got other plans. I know it's last minute, but my friend has a cabin upstate. He told me I'm welcome to use it whenever I want. He rarely goes there." I'm too ecstatic to even speak. Marcus and me alone, in the woods? How much more perfect can it get? This has to be lucid dreaming. But I quickly realize that yes, this is really happening. And I can't fuck it up by being a complete and utter weirdo. He says, "It's right by a beautiful lake. We can go swimming there. There are other cabins nearby, but they are pretty far away. We can do a bonfire and snack on marshmallows and go fishing. We can go walking in the woods. I know you like that." I'll do anything as long as I'm with you, I want to say so badly. Instead I say, "That sounds perfect." *** I barely get any sleep. Not only do I wake up a little earlier than usual to pack up my stuff, but I also ended up touching myself all night, thinking about Marcus. Thinking about him and me alone in a cabin ignited so many fantasies in my head. My crazy imagination conjured images of us naked in front of the fireplace, on a warm blanket, shifting between making love and the sort of fucking that makes you feel owned. I came at least ten times thinking about him fucking me in every possible position; from passionate missionary to me riding him and coming all over his cock. I came especially hard when I thought about him pushing me up against a tree without warning and sliding his throbbing cock deep inside of me. I had to stifle my moan with my hand to not wake them up. So I look and feel like a zombie at six AM, sitting on the barstool chair as I patiently wait for my stepdad with coffee for the both of resting on the table. He walks into the kitchen, looking adorable with his thick framed black glasses and fuzzy stubble. He rests his gaze on me and his eyes widen in surprise. "Up earlier than me?" he asks. "That's a record. You showered and everything?" "And I got all my stuff ready. And coffee is waiting for you." He glances at the two steaming mugs of coffee and smiles. "Good girl. I'll be right out. I'm just going to take a quick shower." I shiver. He's called me good girl several times, but every time I hear those words, it brings a shiver down my spine. I just can't help it. I imagine him saying that to me when I'm kneeling before him, eagerly savoring his taste and pleasuring him with my lips and tongue. Warmth floods my cunt and my nipples tighten at the mere thought of me going down on him. I'd let him fuck my mouth senseless... Don't fuck this up, Esme, I mentally scream at myself as I shiver again and pick up my hot mug of coffee. It's only when I take a sip of the black liquid and wince when I remember that I didn't add any sugar or creamer. *** It doesn't take us long to get out of the house. Marcus and I are similar in that aspect. We like to be as efficient as possible and not waste time. After a quick but thorough stop at the supermarket, we stop by the liquor store for two bottles of his favorite wine, a Chilean selection called Casillero del Diablo, which literally translates to the devil's cellar. I'm not a big fan of wine, but I'd be more than happy to get drunk on it with him. Also, he picks up a small bottle of Jameson, which surprises me but I remain silent at his unusual purchase. We haven't been alone like this in a very long time, but it feels oddly comfortable as we drive through the beautiful, scenic Hudson Valley and closer to Lake George. The ride is a little under three hours but it's well worth it because we have a great conversation about everything and anything, making me question yet again why he decided to marry my mom. I love my mom to death, but she is not the intellectual, philosophical type that my stepdad deserves. My stepdad loves to read and engage in philosophical debates while my mom would rather go out and party with strangers. It's not that my mom's interests are bad; I just wonder why Marcus decided to marry her if they are so vastly different... I actually end up falling asleep for about twenty minutes before we finally get there. My stepdad gently nudges my shoulder to awaken me, and when I open my weary eyes to his gorgeous, handsome face patiently staring at me, I can't help but grin. Hello, beautiful. "We're here?" I ask with a groggy voice. "Yes, we are. Get the lighter bags, I got the rest, okay?" I nod. After rubbing my eyes from any remaining sleep, I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the passenger's seat to start unpacking. Luckily, we don't have a lot of stuff to bring in. And when Marcus said cabin, I wasn't expecting such an opulent, beautiful vacation home. The log home is absolutely stunning, making me question who exactly my stepdad befriended. When I enter inside, I can't help but stare at the large, beautiful fireplace and the elegant, practically new furniture. A select few abstract paintings and black and white photographs adorn the walls, giving the home a lovely, inviting feeling of acceptance and comfort. "This is not a cabin, dad," I say once we've packed away all of the groceries, snacks and drinks. "This is a luxurious summer home. Who is your friend, exactly?" He grins. "Okay, I lied a little. This is my cabin. When my dad passed away, I inherited it. Pretty nice, right?" My jaw drops open, I can't help it. "It's...yours? But...since when?" "To be honest, I never came here before today." He pauses. "My dad and I...we had a complicated relationship." I don't need to prod anymore; I know that he feels uncomfortable. I stare at his handsome face as a flurry of emotions play across his lovely features: sadness, anger, regret. He's not wearing his glasses like before and it's a little weird to see him out of a suit since he practically lives in them, but I don't mind. I think he looks incredibly sexy and alluring in them. That is another fantasy of mine, for him to ravage me while he is wearing his fitted suit. Once again, I find my perverted mind wandering... "Why don't we take a drink?" he asks as he reaches for one of the bottles of wine on the large kitchen island. "I know you don't usually like wine, but can you have one for a toast?" I smile. "Sure, that sounds good." He takes the bottle of wine and opens it. I watch him as he uncorks the bottle and fills the crimson liquid into the glasses. After passing me one, he clears his throat and to my complete shock, his eyes start to glimmer. "Whatever happens, Esme, I just want you to know that you'll always be my little girl. I'll never stop loving you as my daughter. No one or anything could change that." "Aw!" I almost tip my glass over because I actually sway from his words. "Thank you so much...I feel the same way about you. You're the best dad ever." We clink glasses and I try not to cringe too much as I tilt my head back slightly to sip from the wine. I don't really drink often, but I find myself enjoying the tart alcohol for once. I must surprise Marcus because when I finish the wine in one impressive gulp, I find him staring at me, dumbfounded. "You never fail to surprise me, Esme," he says in amusement and a hint of pride. "Care for another glass?" I really should say no. But I kind of want to get drunk and take a swim in the lake, naked. Or maybe that wouldn't be the best idea... "Sure," I say before I know what I'm doing. Fifteen minutes later, I find myself in the large backyard, close to the lake. I'm staring at the expansive, night sky with the glittering stars that shine like luminescent dots of hope. I actually find myself wondering what's going to happen if Marcus and my mom really do break up. Who's going to keep the house? Will she let me see him anymore? Would she get jealous if I saw him? Is she cheating on him? "Hey! There you are!" My stepdad's voice drifts from the open sliding door. When I sit up and turn around, I immediately sense that something is off about him. When he gets close enough to me, I notice his dazed expression and slightly wavering walk. It doesn't take a scientist to deduce the fact that my stepdad is pretty drunk. But he's an adorable drunk. Because he grins as he plops himself down next to me, elongating his sexy, firm body. "Hey," he says with a wavering, chipper voice. "Want to do something fun?" God, yes. Lust swells deep within my womb as my gaze flickers down his body. "Please elaborate." He laughs. "I was going to say...why don't we blast music as loud as we can and just dance? I'm feeling like such an idiot right now, so that sounds like fun." I smirk at his cuteness. "That sounds like fun to me. Let's go inside." Apparently my late grandfather has a pretty nice sound system. My stepdad puts on "Dancing In September" and I start dancing in the living room. I'm shaking my hips and pretty much moving around like no one is watching. It's only when the song ends that I realize that Marcus isn't dancing with me. He's intently watching me from the leather couch. His gaze is penetrating, and it's one not meant for a daughter. My nipples tighten and I immediately become self-conscious, sitting down next to him while I avoid his gaze. "Sorry, I'm being such a weirdo," I say. He doesn't say a word as he nears me. He's not acting like himself at all but I find myself loving every second of it. His face is so close to my own; I can see his hazel eyes so well and smell his rich, distinct cologne. "Have you ever found yourself coveting an older guy, Esme?" he asks in a low tone. Despite the loud music blaring around us, the tension between us is so thick and palpable. "Yes. But they are all married and off limits." "How old?" I smirk. "Why do you want to know?" He returns my smile. "I am curious. It seems to be a common theme, the attraction between an older man and a younger woman." He pauses and says, "What if the marriage is already over? The love is gone, there hasn't been sex for two years, and you know your spouse is cheating on you?" I stare at him, trying not to let the flurry of emotions show on my face. You would think I'd feel happiness and excitement over his admission. But in reality, I feel sadness. I know that this must be hurting him. So I lean my head on his shoulder and nuzzle him, silently gesturing to him that I am here for him. I feel his tense body relax as he wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer toward him. I'm not sure how long we sit there in collective silence, but the song ends and the minutes pass as I breathe into his shoulder and inhale his unique, lovely scent. My hand wanders down to his firm stomach and I find myself shivering, imagining touching his sexy, sinewy body with my fingertips. Kissing his bare shoulder gently, feeling him tense and groan besides me... "You are so beautiful," he whispers as he courses his fingers through my long hair. "I'm surprised that you're not married yet." I laugh. "Married? The last boyfriend I had lasted a month. Apparently I don't go to the gym enough." He tenses and scowls. "He said that to you? What an idiot. You're perfect the way you are." You're just saying that, I want to say out loud. You don't know what I look like underneath my clothes. "Thanks. I guess some guys are into my body type, right?" "Lots. I know I am." A shiver runs through me. "Really?" "Yes." I feel his hand start to massage my back as he lowers his mouth to my forehead. His lips graze my skin before he presses them against my forehead. I feel like he's holding back from saying something, but I don't want to push him into saying it. So I let him continue caressing my hair until I feel his fingers wrap around my chin, tilting my head upward. "I want to kiss you," Marcus whispers. "What is wrong with me?" Adrenaline surges through me as I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him, meeting his mouth with my own. He moans as I tenderly kiss him, tasting him for the first time. I don't realize that I'm trembling until I bring my hand up to his face to caress it. "Make love to me," I whisper once I break the soft yet sexy kiss. "No one has to know." He groans. "I can't. You're practically my daughter. This shouldn't be happening. This is wrong, Esme. Even if I am having issues with your mom, and we are most likely going to separate." I don't think twice as I get on top of him and gently sway my hips, feeling his erection straining against his pants. He looks up at me in a mixture of arousal and hesitation. But his hands seem to have a mind of their own because they wrap around my waist, pulling me closer toward him. I gasp as his lips graze my vulnerable neck, going down until his mouth reaches my collarbone. I can't help but bring my hand down to my wet arousal, my hand slipping past my shorts and panties to my drenched cunt. He moans in approval as I slowly start to finger myself, the wet sound of my finger flickering against my cunt echoing throughout the room. "You are touching yourself on top of me..." he says as he stares at my working hand. "I don't think I'll be able to hold myself for too long." I want him to get a better view of my wet, slippery cunt so I quickly take off my shorts and panties before I get back on him. He avidly stares at my shaved, bare pussy as I fuck myself on top of him. It usually takes me about ten minutes before I can orgasm for the first time, but with him eagerly watching me, I am almost there within a few minutes. "Are you going to come, baby girl?" he urgently asks. "That is so fucking sexy. What are you thinking about as you touch yourself?" I moan as I gaze into his sexy, beautiful eyes. "You...inside of me..." Coveting Him "Mm...how am I making love to you?" I gasp as my womb tightens. "You're on top...fucking me hard...then gently...then you flip me over and fuck the shit out of me." "Get on top of my face." My hand stills as a whimper escapes me. "On top of you?" He smirks. "I want you riding my face as you come in my mouth." I almost come from that mere mental image. The last time a guy went down on me, he said I tasted weird, and made me so uncomfortable. But he seems genuinely aroused by the possibility of fucking me with his tongue. I take my hand away from my throbbing cunt and slowly, carefully, mount his face. He kisses my glistening pussy lips before he traces his tongue up my wet slit, reaching my sensitive clit. I gasp and shudder as he slides his tongue back down, gently probing into my tight hole. "Don't hold back," he says. "Come as hard as you want." I've never come from a guy eating me out. But I've certainly fantasized about this for so long. So when I feel his wet tongue lathering me in his warm saliva, I start to tremble and moan and grind against his mouth as I let raw pleasure unfold within me. He is too good with his tongue and lips, licking me voraciously and finding the right rhythm until my womb tightens again and I am forced to take off my shirt and bra so that I can pinch my hardened nipples. "Baby," I moan as he wraps his lips around my clit and gently sucks on it. "I'm going to come...please don't stop." His response is to flicker his tongue against my clit, forcing me to come so hard and violently that I find myself bucking and screaming. He continues to gently lap at my cunt as I feel my arousal drip down to his eager mouth. I feel my limbs turn into jelly as the orgasm subsides and he stops to kiss my sensitive, ready to be fucked cunt. I carefully slide down and place myself on his lap again, looking deeply into his eyes. I moan as I see him eagerly licking his lips in satisfaction. "Ride me, baby," he says as he starts unbuckling his belt. "Use me. I want you to feel good." I moan as I watch him take out his cock. It's even better than I had imagined. So thick and the tip is glistening with pre-cum. I wish I could lick off the bead of his arousal and fuck him hard and dirty with my throat, but it seems like he has other plans for me now. I've always heard that older guys last longer than younger ones, so hopefully this lasts longer than half an hour, which is what I've been accustomed to. I'm about to slide him inside of me when he curses, making me stop. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I don't have protection. Maybe this isn't such a good idea." I smile. "You can pull out." "Still..." He frowns. "It's risky. We'd still be taking a chance." "I'll take the morning after pill tomorrow." I kiss him, distracting him from his worries. "Don't worry. It will be fine." Even though it's really sweet that he is caring so much about me, I really need him inside of me. I don't think I can wait another second. Maybe it's selfish of me to ignore his concerns, but he seems to change his mind after I start sliding him inside of me. He groans as his hard, thick cock enters my tight, wet cunt with no hesitation at all. I move my hips against him once he is all the way inside and he shudders, clutching onto my back tightly. "Goddamn...you are so fucking tight and dripping wet," he hisses. "It's been two years, Esme. I apologize if I don't last long." I smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I understand. I probably won't last long, either." "I can control myself...as long as you don't go too fast. You feel too fucking perfect." I slowly start riding him, enjoying the sensation of him being so deep inside of me. Even though it's been awhile for me, too, I am so wet and ready for him. He gently frames my face and pulls me toward him, kissing me with so much ardor and passion. I moan into his mouth as his hands wander up to my breasts, lightly tweaking my hardened nipples as more arousal floods my core. He brings his mouth down to my right nipple and sucks on the sensitive nub, making me close my eyes and tilt my head back as my hips move faster against him. "Baby, let me fuck you harder, please," I beg as he brings his mouth over to the other nipple to suck on it. "I want to bounce on top of you." He groans, kissing my wet, hardened nipple before he says, "Okay. Use me." I start riding him faster and harder, loving the way his hands grip my waist and the way he fills me up so perfectly. I close my eyes and just focus on the sensation of his cock filling my tight, slippery cunt and I feel my orgasm stirring already. He must sense it because he digs his nails into my skin, adding a little pain to the pleasure, which makes it feel even better. "I'm...I'm so close," I whisper as I slam into him and begin to tremble. "You feel so fucking good. I love your cock inside of me." "Yes, come all over me. Come on my cock like a good girl." I feel my cunt tighten around his shaft and I have to cover my mouth to muffle the loud scream that escapes me. It feels so good that I can't stop, and I actually have another orgasm as I continue riding him. I want him to fuck me as hard as he wants so I carefully get off him and stretch on the couch with my legs spread out and my ass hanging in the air, tantalizing him. He groans as he tentatively caresses my left hip, his hand wandering down to my round, full ass. "You want to fuck me hard?" I urgently whisper. "You can. Don't hold back." "Where am I going to come?" "Wherever you want, baby" "Mm. On your ass would be nice. You got such a nice one. Your body is so perfect." I feel the head of his cock rub against my wet entrance before he slides inside without hesitation. He shudders as he penetrates me all of the way, going completely still as his strong hands wrap around my full waist. "Fuck me, baby," I groan as I push my hips back against him. "Pull my hair and slap my ass and call me your dirty whore. I want it." "Grind against me. After you come, I will fuck you so hard, you'll feel it tomorrow." I moan. "Fuck. Yes, baby. Talk to me like that, it's so hot." I gasp as he slaps my ass and then pulls on my hair, hard. "Come on my cock again, my dirty little slut." My whole body trembles as I start grinding against him. His cock feels so perfect inside of my tight cunt. The sound of our wet, frantic fucking echoes throughout the still room and I feel my thighs tremble as another orgasm seizes my body, making my legs and arms go limp with pleasure. I'm even more wet now and once a few seconds have passed so I can collect myself, he takes a firm hold of my hips and slams into me with so much force, making my breasts sway and my spine stiffen. "I'm going to fuck you like the dirty whore that you are, then I'm going to come all over your ass." I can barely talk as he fucks me with hard, demanding thrusts that have me trembling all over. I feel his balls slapping against my clit and his thrusts become more needy and fast as I squirm against him, moaning and whimpering his name. "Yes, say my name," he growls as he slams into me, making me scream. "I'm so close. Do you want my hot seed all over your sexy ass?" "Yes!" I beg. "Please, I want it." He curses before he pulls out and hisses. I feel his warm seed fall onto my ass and I moan in contentment. It feels so good to have him cum on me. Luckily there is a box of tissues on the coffee table, which he grabs and gently wipes away his spilled seed from my skin. He gently lifts me up and places me on his lap, kissing my forehead while his breath returns to normal. "Thank you, baby girl," he whispers against my skin. "You are so sweet and sexy." *** I wish I could say that the next day is full of more sexy, primal fucking and cuddling afterward, but unfortunately guilt seems to be eating Marcus alive because he avoids me at all costs. He claims that he's coming down with a cold but I can see past through the bullshit lie. He feels really bad about what happened and he is afraid of it happening again. He spends most of the day outside, fishing and reading a book, while I wander the woods, feeling a little numb and hurt. Yet I understand him completely. He must be feeling so confused and overwhelmed right now. So I feel guilty myself when I see him in the kitchen, drinking a glass of wine and leaning against the counter, and my thoughts immediately wander to him fucking me from behind, pulling my hair. My gaze flickers down to his crotch and I almost groan at the thought of kneeling down before him to worship his cock with my mouth and hand... "Esme," he firmly says, finally setting his gaze on me. "Can I talk to you?" "Of course." He is silent as I stand a few feet away from him. My heart is racing, my chest tightening as I expect those words that I've been dreading. Last night was a mistake. It can't happen again. We have to leave now. He sighs before he says, "Your mother and I are getting separated. I called her earlier this morning and told her that I want a divorce. I know that she's cheating on me with her coworker. I saw them making out last week at her job." I blink as shock encapsulates my body. "Oh my God...does that mean...that you're moving out?" He sighs. "Yes. I will be packing up my stuff as soon as I get back. She promised to be out of the house tomorrow so I can pack up in peace." I don't know what else to do but to hug him. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes as he envelops me in his own arms. "I'm sorry," I whisper against his black cotton shirt. "I feel...horrible. I had no idea she was doing that behind your back." "It's okay," he gently says. "I had my suspicions for a long time. They were confirmed last week. I can't force her to love me anymore." "We're heading back tomorrow?" I ask as I hear his steady heartbeat. "Yes." I feel him stiffen before he says, "Esme, can I tell you something?" "Yes." He hesitates before he says, "I really...enjoyed last night. I've never been with such a beautiful woman who was so into sex. It's...rare to find someone as passionate as you." I feel my cheeks flush. "Really? You mean that?" "Yes. I wanted to ask you...did you want to do it again?" Instead of answering him, I slowly kneel before him and look up at him as I unbuckle him and diligently unbutton his jeans. I am silent as he eagerly watches me kiss his hardness through his boxers, loving the way he is staring at me with rapt attention. "Can I worship you with my mouth?" I ask as I pull down his jeans and continue to look up at him. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." His hand slightly trembles in my hair as he weaves his fingers through the wavy strands. "Of course you can. I would love that." I quickly pull down his boxers in excitement and moan as his hard, erect cock comes into view. Even though I am eager to fuck him with my throat, I want to take my time savoring his unique taste. So I close my eyes and lick his fully engorged cock all the way from the base to the tip, making him groan. I open my eyes and stare up at him as I wrap my lips around the sensitive head and gently suck on him as I feel him shudder and grab several strands of my hair. I plant kisses up and down his thick shaft before I start sucking on the head again, loving the way he tentatively thrusts into my open mouth. But it isn't enough. I need more of him. So without warning, I take in his entire length, fighting against the urge to push him out as his cock goes down my throat. He gasps as I keep his cock down my throat for a few seconds before I have to pop him out. Even though I've never done this before, it feels so good to hear and feel him in so much raw pleasure. "Baby, look up at me," he urgently whispers. "Let me see your beautiful eyes." I eagerly look up at him as I flick my tongue against his balls and feel my womb tighten even more in pure lust. I am so turned on right now by just pleasuring him. Maybe that makes me a freak, but I can't deny it feels so good to have him groaning and bucking against my face, quickly losing control. "Sexy baby girl...you're so dirty, licking and sucking me off in the kitchen. Your hot, wet, little mouth drenching me in your warm saliva. Will you let me fuck your mouth?" I moan and eagerly nod. "Yes, please! Hold the back of my head and just fuck my throat. I want it, baby." "Mm. So eager to please. How hard do you want it?" "Until you come down my throat." He seems to like that response because he quickly grabs hold of the back of my head and slides his cock all the way down my throat. I moan around his throbbing hardness and even though it stings my eyes a little as he begins to pump in and out of my mouth, I continue to look up at him as he uses my mouth. It feels so good to focus on the way he tastes and smells, on the way his thrusts become more greedy and insistent. The sound of me slurping and gagging on his cock has my nipples so fucking hard and my cunt absolutely drenched in wetness. He curses as he pulls out of my mouth, making me moan as I stare at the thick strand of saliva connecting my mouth to his hard, glistening cock. He urgently presses his wet, throbbing shaft against my nose and rubs it across my face, making me whimper and tremble in absolute need. "You really are a cock whore," he whispers in a low tone. "How would you like my cum on your face and I spread it all over with my cock?" I moan. "Fuck yes! That is so dirty. I want it." "Mm. I knew you would. Open your mouth." I quickly do as I'm told and I start to tremble as he fucks my mouth with primal, unforgiving thrusts. I know that he's going to come soon because his thighs are trembling and his breathing is turning shallow. He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and starts stroking his cock, which is so slippery from my saliva. I eagerly look up at him as I anticipate his warm, delicious cum on my face. "Fuck...coming now..." I close my eyes and moan as I feel his seed spilling across my face. He hisses as he continues to come on my face, the strands of ropey cum landing on my cheeks, forehead and nose. Like he said he would, he rubs his cock over the places where he came and feeds me his cum as he slips his hardness back into my mouth. I moan so loud as I eagerly suck away all of the cum, which tastes so sweet and delicious. He keeps feeding me his cum until my face is virtually clean of his seed. Once he is done, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my forehead against his firm stomach, nuzzling him. We bask in the silence as he runs his fingers through my hair and caresses my cheek with his free hand. "Good baby girl," he whispers. "Thank you. Now let's shower you up." I look up at him and smile. "Are you going to go in with me?" He smirks. "Of course. I have to make sure you're properly cleaned." I almost make a comment about how my mom is an idiot, missing out on such a sexy, handsome man that is both sweet and dirty, but I just stay quiet as he grabs my hand and leads the way to the bathroom, excitement filling me up at the thought of him fucking me deep and hard in the shower. It seems like we're going to spend the rest of the day fucking each other until the entire world melts away, and I can't help but smile at the sexy, depraved thought. No one has to know, right?