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She gasps and moans as I taste her, reveling in the feeling of her sticky, warm juices on my face and her silk stockings rubbing against my cheeks. I lap at her center, making her squirm, using my fingers and tongue to quickly bring her to the pinnacle. Morgan clamps her thighs around my head, a wail bursting from her lips as she thrashes and writhes beneath me.

“I’m coming,” she cries. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Daddy.”

Morgan yanks my hair so hard, it makes me wince, but I keep licking her sweet little pussy, unable to get enough. The taste of her is intoxicating. But she slowly releases her hold on my hair, and her thighs loosen. I look up at her and lick my lips, savoring the last bit of her nectar. She trembles, but her eyes shine with need.

“I need you inside of me,” she gasps.

A grin upon my face, I flip her over onto her belly and climb up on top of her. As I kiss the back of her neck, I slip my cock into her. She is such a tight fit that Morgan gasps. But her pussy is so wet that I’m able to slide deep into her. Her soft moan is like music to my ears, and I take a moment to savor the feeling of her tight, wet grip around my shaft.

Slowly, I start to move, gently thrusting myself into her, the feeling of my dick sliding along her wet, slippery walls sending sparks of electricity shooting through my body. Her whimpers become cries as I increase my pace, pounding myself into her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her head back. The sharp crack of my hand slapping her ass echoes around the room. Morgan yelps and moans salaciously.

“More, Daddy,” she cries. “Harder, Mr. Hooper.”

It should freak me out to hear her call me that. I should tell her to stop. But the truth of the matter is that hearing her call me Mr. Hooper while I’m buried deep in her tight, wet pussy is filthy. Dirty. And I fucking love it. I slap her ass again, drawing a moan from her that rings in my ears. My balls tighten, and the pressure builds inside of me. I know I won’t last much longer.

Grabbing her by the hips, I roll Morgan onto her back and brace myself on my arms above her. She spreads her legs, inviting mein, and I lean down, kissing her with the heat of my passion as I bury my cock inside of her. She gasps and groans as I thrust myself deep. I pound myself into her in a hard, steady rhythm, and I’m mesmerized, watching her full, perfect tits bouncing as I do. Her bright blue eyes are locked on mine, and her lips are slightly parted, a look of pure rapture on her face.

A grunt slips through my gritted teeth, and I feel the heat in my face as I try to hold back. Try to stave off the inevitable. I want this moment and these feelings to last. I’m not ready for them to end. But the friction of her tight pussy, gripping my shaft harder than a fist, is pushing me to the brink, and I can’t hold myself back.

“Fill me up, Mr. Hooper,” she moans. “Come inside of me, Daddy.”

And that’s all it takes. That sort of filth coming out of such a sweet, innocent face pushes me over the edge. My cock swells, and I throw my head back, moaning loudly as I burst. My cock throbs and pulses, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her. And as I fill her up, Morgan’s body tenses and shakes. She calls out my name and digs her nails into my forearms as she writhes beneath me, as she orgasms. Her pussy contracts around me, making the fit even more snug as she milks every drop out of me.

Our breathing ragged, our hearts racing, we remain locked together as the warm glow of our union burns brightly around us. Morgan looks up at me with those wide blue eyes of hers and a strange look on her face. She reaches up and lays her hand against my cheek, and I lean into her. Feeling myself soften and slip out of her completely, I flop onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, my head spinning, and a smile on my face.

Morgan lays her head on my chest and traces lazy circles on my stomach with the tip of her finger as I gently stroke her back. Wrapped in a contented silence, neither of us speaks for a long moment. She finally raises her head and looks at me, a flirty smile on her full lips and tired eyes. She kisses my chest and lays her head back down. It’s not long before she slips into the slow, steady breath of sleep. I lean down and kiss the top of her head.

I don’t know what this is or where it’s going. All I know is this girl has awakened something in me I thought was long dead and gone. And I love her for it. All I know is that I think I love her.

10

MORGAN

Islowly emerge from the depths of a sound sleep and feel the smile stretch across my face. The comforting firmness of his body is pressed to mine, his muscular arm wrapped protectively around my waist, and his breath warm on the back of my neck. I smile and nuzzle closer to him, savoring the moment. Somehow, this all just feels too good to be true. As if I’m going to wake up and realize this is all just another one of my fantasies.

I don’t even recall falling asleep. All I remember is a wonderful evening with Mr. Hooper. My mind is pleasantly muzzy, but I do recall that at some point, I woke up to him taking off my heels and stockings and tucking me under the covers. I remember lying there for a couple of minutes, secretly pinching myself just to make sure the past few weeks hadn’t been some kind of fever dream. But no, it was real.

I like that he had me leave my heels and stockings on while we had sex last night. It was naughty. And if there’s one thing he’s done, he’s helped me open up a bit and explore sides of me I’ve only ever fantasized about. I never really thought I’d be boldenough to indulge in those things I secretly want and enjoy. But he brings it out in me. He’s helped me open doors inside myself I never even knew existed.

As I lie there, basking in the images and sensations, I briefly consider waking him up for an early morning round. Before I can do that, I feel a strange weight on my chest. There’s a sudden heaviness in the air that dumps a load of adrenaline into my veins. That strange energy cuts through all the pleasant memories that had been flowing through me, pushing them to the back of my mind and sealing them away. Goosebumps prickle my skin and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I know what that feeling is. I’m being watched.

Sitting bolt upright, my eyes are still blurry, but I make out the figure standing at the foot of the bed. I rub my eyes and give myself a small shake, and my vision slowly comes into focus, and the blurred figure comes into sharp relief. And as it does, I feel my heart drop straight into the pit of my belly, and I start to tremble.

“Kelsey,” I say. “I … I, uhh…”

My voice is quaking as hard as my body. My mind is spinning so hard, I can’t latch onto a single coherent thought, let alone give voice to it. Her face is dark with rage and etched with betrayal. Mr. Hooper stirs beside me as he comes awake. When he sees the alarm on my face, he sits up beside me and groans.

“Honey,” he manages.

“Are you two serious right now? Really?” Kelsey spits.

Beside me, I feel a quiver pass through his body. “Honey, I-I thought you weren’t due back for a couple of weeks yet.”

“Really? That’s what you’re most worried about right now?” she screeches.

Kelsey stands with her hands planted on her hips, narrow eyes burning with rage, shifting back and forth between me and her father. My stomach clenches painfully, and my heart flutters faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Kelsey and I have been friends all our lives, and to see her glaring at me with undisguised contempt is tearing me to pieces.

“So, what, you waited for me to leave town then started fucking my father?” she growls, fixing me with a glare that burns a hole through me. “Or has this been going on behind my back for a while now, and you’ve both just been lying to me?”