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My stomach twisted, and I rushed to the door, trying to pry it open. "No, we can't be."

"We are," he said with a gruff chuckle. His eyes were glued to me as I kept trying to pull the door open, but it didn't budge. It was sealed shut.

"Jack should be home soon..." I whispered, realizing I'd left my phone on the kitchen counter so I couldn't call him.

"I sure hope not," Mr. Miller said in a low voice, stepping closer to me. I backed against the door, holding my towel tighter around my body while his gaze drank me in again.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he muttered, eyes traveling up to my face. "You don't know how many times I've fantasized about Jack sharing you with me."

My eyes widened. "Mr. Miller... you're drunk."

He nodded, leaning closer, the smell of alcohol radiating off him. "Drunk words are sober thoughts." Then, without warning, he pressed his body against mine, flattening me against the bathroom door. "Take your towel off, Mya."

I shook my head, my heart racing. "I-I can't."

His body pressed more firmly against mine, smashing me even more. "He won't know, I promise. Just let me look at you. Please."

"Mr. Miller... we can't do this."

He gripped the top of my towel and, in one swift motion, ripped it off me.

My strength wasn't enough to resist him, and my towel fell to the floor, revealing my body still glistening from my shower.

I tried to bring my hands up to cover myself, but he seemed to be expecting that.

He seized my wrists and held them above my head, then took a couple steps back to get a better view of me.

Mr. Miller bit his lip. "Fuck. Look at those round, bouncy tits. Your perfect thighs and ass, and that fucking beautiful skin. I could eat you up."

His hungry gaze and lewd words stirred something inside me.

I felt myself getting wet as his eyes continued to wander my body, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

He leaned in again, putting his mouth to my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to be as quiet as possible in case Jack comes home. "

"But-"

He grabbed both my tits and squeezed them, feeling the flesh bulge between his fingers. "Shh. You're going to be a good girl and listen to me in my house. Or I'll kick Jack out on the street and fuck you in my bed every night."

I went quiet, knowing he wasn't bluffing. He'd always been unnecessarily tough on his son, and I didn't want things to be any worse for Jack.

Mr. Miller pressed his body against mine again, grinding the bulge in his pants against my bare pussy. His eyes rolled into the back of his head while he moaned and squeezed my tits, brushing his fingers against my nipples. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking eagerly.

An involuntary gasp left my lips as he sucked my tits. He switched between them, growling and biting at my flesh as they bounced and jiggled in his hands.

"Too sexy for your own good," he muttered against my breasts, continuing to press warm, wet kisses against them. "My son is a lucky man."

I leaned my head back while his lips trailed up to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin at the base of my earlobe. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, groaning. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body, and I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back my moans.

"It's okay to like it," he said softly, as if sensing my restraint. He kept one hand on my breast and trailed the other down to slip between my inner thighs. "God, you're wet as fuck. Soaking wet and ready to get fucked by daddy."

I whimpered, but it wasn't a whimper of protest. It was a whimper of shameful desire and need.

Fuck, I didn't care that he was more than twice my age, reeked of alcohol, and -- even worse -- was my boyfriend's dad.

I needed his greedy cock inside me. I needed him fucking my young, tight pussy against this door.

I needed him drooling on me and moaning my name knowing that I'm the best fuck he's ever had.

I breathed heavily, my breasts quivering. "Fuck me, Mr. Miller. Please. Fuck me before your son gets home."

His eyes widened, and he moved his hand from my breast to my hip. "Yeah? You want your father-in-law's cock? Let me make sure you can handle me first."

He slid two fingers inside my pussy, and I instantly bucked my hips, fucking them. A groan escaped his lips as he stood there watching me fuck his fingers, my face flushed and my tits bouncing. He leaned down and caught a breast in his mouth, sucking roughly at my nipple.

"Yes," I moaned, clenching my pussy around his fingers. He bit down hard on my nipple, making me gasp in pain. Then, without warning, he added a third finger and began pistoning in and out of me.

"Fuck!" I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, my chest heaving as he ruthlessly finger-fucked me. The sounds of his hand slapping against my wet pussy filled the bathroom, and waves of pleasure rocked my body. This was wrong, so wrong.

He kept his hand on my hip, holding me firmly in place as his fingers slipped in and out of my wet pussy with ease.

He moaned and licked his lips, moving his thumb in circles over my clit.

The pleasure nearly brought tears to my eyes.

I bucked my hips back at him, feeling my orgasm approaching, clutching his shoulders as I prepared myself to come all over his calloused hands.

Then he took his fingers out of me, making me groan in frustration. "Don't stop."

Mr. Miller chuckled. "Look at you, giving in like a good little whore." He put his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes while he licked and sucked my juices. "Mmm... but I need you coming on daddy's dick tonight."

He unzipped his pants, and the sound brought me back to my senses for a moment. I'm about to fuck my boyfriend's dad. Fuck. What am I doing? As if sensing my hesitation, he put his hand on my throat and held me against the door, using his other hand to take out his throbbing erection.

My eyes widened at his length, the head reddened with need and glistening with drops of precum. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck it, let him fuck my mouth, play with my tits, and give him the time of his life. But before I could, he grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs around his waist.

I moaned as his head rubbed against my clit, then slipped down to press against my opening. He bucked his hips, pushing the tip in and sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck, you're tight, Mya," he groaned, hands tightening around my ass cheeks. "Let me find out my son hasn't been fucking this pussy right."

I closed my eyes and responded by thrusting my hips, pushing him deeper inside of me. "Mmm!" I cried out, the sound desperate and frenzied. "Fuck me, Mr. Miller. Fuck me."

Mr. Miller brought a hand up to grab my breast, squeezing so hard that I gasped and bucked my hips again.

He slipped in my pussy even more, biting his lip while his thumb rubbed circles on my left ass cheek.

He seemed to be taking his time and savoring the moment, the feel of his son's tasty girlfriend on his old cock.

But I knew it wouldn't be much longer before he exploded inside me.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, trailing wet, sizzling kisses up to my ear as he lightly bucked his hips. He fucked me softly against the door for a few moments before whispering, "When I'm done with this pussy, you'll never be able to fuck Jack again."

His hands found my hips and seized them, thrusting forward with the strength of a bodybuilder and impaling me with the rest of his length.

A moan of pleasure ripped through me, echoing off the bathroom walls, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

His eyes rolled back, and he tightened his grip on my hips, slamming into me again. And again. And again.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I cried out, whimpering each time his rock solid cock drove inside me.

My eyes watered with pleasure as I stared at him.

He stared back, holding my gaze and biting his lip while he pistoned in and out of me.

"You like this?" I asked in between moans and whimpers.

"You like fucking your son's girlfriend? "

He took a hand off my hip and started pinching and twisting my nipples, eliciting more moans from me. "Hell yes, I do. I'd fuck you like this every day if I could. I guess that makes me a dirty old pervert, huh?"

He slammed into me harder, his face turning red while he jackhammered his hips like a crazed animal, watching the tears of pleasure fill my eyes. His hand moved up from my breasts to grab my throat. "You like fucking your boyfriend's dad, don't you? Admit it."

I swallowed, loving the way he held my throat and ruthlessly fucked me against the bathroom door. "Yes..."

His eyes closed and he moaned. "Fuck. I'm going to come."

"Mmm, yes-"

A door closed downstairs, and both of us froze. His body stiffened with his cock still hard inside me.

"Mya?" Jack's voice called out, then footsteps started up the stairs.

"Shit," I whispered, my eyes widening. "It's Jack. He can't find us like this. Get off me."

I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. "No," he whispered back, putting his lips to my ear. "You think I'm going to stop now, when I finally have you where I want you?"

"Mr. Miller, please," I begged desperately, the footsteps getting closer. His rock solid cock stayed buried to the hilt inside me, twitching as it pleaded for release.

"Listen," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin behind my earlobe. "You're not leaving this bathroom without my cum inside you. Play it cool, and get him to wait for you downstairs."

"Mya? Are you okay? Do you need me to get the door open?" Jack asked, now on the other side of the door.

Mr. Miller brushed his fingers against my nipples, smiling against my neck.

He got a kick out of playing with my tits while Jack was so close to us, unaware of what was going on just inches away.

He was probably imagining the look on Jack's face if he saw the way his girlfriend was on his dad's cock right now, crying and begging to get fucked. His cock twitched inside of me.

"No," I finally responded to Jack, biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning. "Not yet. Can you... can you get dinner started, please? I'll call you up when I'm done."

"Sure thing, babe. Just let me know when you're ready."

He walked off, his footsteps fading down the staircase. Mr. Miller's smile widened, and he thrusted into me again, slower this time. "You're such a good little slut," he whispered, brushing his thumb over my lips.

I closed my eyes, my breathing ragged and heavy. "This is so wrong..."

He seized my hips again, holding them steady as he fucked me with slow, deep thrusts. "It feels so damn good though, doesn't it?"

"Yes. Yes. Fuck yes." I bucked my hips back at him, meeting each of his thrusts.

Mr. Miller reached down to rub his fingers against my soaked clit, putting his lips next to my ear.

"You wanna know something? I've jerked off to you so many times.

Whenever Jack isn't here, I try to catch glimpses of you changing or using the bathroom.

" He chuckled darkly, biting my neck so hard I gasped.

"You know what else? I stole a pair of your dirty panties from your laundry.

I put them on my face and stroke my cock to thoughts of your-"

Warm honey filled my core, and I covered my mouth to keep myself from crying out.

My body shook with pleasure, my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm raked through me.

"Fuck," he groaned, his own climax releasing.

He kept his dick buried inside me, filling me up with his cum while mine gushed all over him.

He didn't even know if I was on birth control, but he didn't seem to care.

He pumped his seed into me, his hands still holding my hips in place, until every last drop of it was nestled inside my womb.

We stayed there for a few moments, both of us breathing heavily. The reality of what we'd just done settled in, and Mr. Miller pulled his softened cock out of me. A bit of his cum dripped down my inner thighs. Red blotches and bite marks covered my tits, and his saliva still coated my nipples.

His eyes scanned my naked body, his erection already starting to come back. "Our little secret?" Mr. Miller grinned, knowing he'd do everything in his power to make sure this fantasy didn't end here.

I laughed, smiling back at him. "Our little secret, daddy." He'd be back for more. Whether that meant sneaking in my showers or my bed, it didn't matter.

I'd let him.