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Mr. Miller peeked out of the window, making sure Jack and his mom were gone before turning to me. "I fucking hate seeing him touch and kiss you."

I smiled, almost rolling my eyes. "That's your son, and we're getting married." The words weren't meant as a deterrent, but more of a way to see his reaction. To my satisfaction, his eyes burned with jealousy.

"Don't remind me," he said, stepping forward to close the distance between us. His hand pressed against my lower back, tugging me against him. "I'd do whatever it takes to stop it if I knew you wouldn't hate me for it."

My heart thumped while our bodies melted together, his warmth overtaking my senses. I didn't put my hands on him—not yet. But I pushed my breasts further against his chest. "Even though Jack's mom clearly wants you back?"

A smirk spread across his face, and he moved his hand down to cup my ass.

"Oh, I bet she does. I'm sure she misses my money and getting treated like a queen.

But I have no intention of taking her back.

Ever." He squeezed my ass, bringing his other hand up to grab my hip.

"You know what's crazy? I haven't been able to even think about another woman since being with you. It's ridiculous, but it's the truth."

His words sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. Without thinking, I blurted out my worries. "Jack said he wants to start paying more attention to me... he wants us to spend all night in bed together."

Mr. Miller's eyes darkened, and his grip tightened on my hip, sending a sudden jolt of pain through me. "Well, now I'm glad I wasted a whole batch of pasta just to get them out of here."

I looked up at him. "What did you do?"

His eyes explored my face, lingering on my lips. We hadn't kissed yet. I could tell he wanted to, but something held him back. Instead, he leaned down and buried his face in my neck. "I tossed out some of the food so they'd have to go back to the grocery store."

He laughed—actually laughed—and I gazed at him with wide eyes. "You're lying."

"I'm not." He chuckled again, planting kisses along my neck while his hands explored my body. "That's not even the worst part. I also siphoned the gas tank so they'll run out halfway there and have to make an extra stop."

My heart sank into my stomach, and I shook my head. "You realize how insane that is, right?"

His hands slipped under my shirt, grazing up my skin, leaving behind a trail of fire. "Sure, but I don't care."

He squeezed my breasts hungrily, cupping them and feeling their fullness underneath my black lace bra.

Waves of pleasure rocked through my body, and I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt.

His breathing sped up against my neck, his squeezes to my breasts getting rougher.

I let out a soft moan, and then he yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it to the ground.

"You're so damn sexy," Mr. Miller said, sliding his hands down to hold my hips as he gazed at me. He licked his lips while his eyes moved across my cleavage bulging from the confines of my bra, bringing his hands up to squeeze and knead my exposed flesh. "Only I get to touch these tits tonight."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, but even as the words came out, my hands reached behind me to unhook my bra. "They could come back at any moment..."

He didn't say anything, completely immersed in watching me take off my bra for him.

His fingers helped me peel it away from my skin, then he tossed it to the ground next to my shirt.

For a moment, Mr. Miller simply stared, a faraway look in his eyes.

It was like he was seeing my tits for the first time again.

His hands cupped them reverently, kneading my flesh with gentle appreciation.

I leaned my head back, moaning, losing myself to the moment.

He leaned down and captured one of my nipples in his warm mouth, sucking with primal need.

A gasp left my lips, and I tried to back away a little, but he grabbed my hips and used the momentum to guide me backwards onto the couch.

My pussy ached with yearning as he climbed over me, latching onto my tit again. The smell of Old Spice and vanilla cigars overwhelmed my nostrils now that he was on top of me, blanketing my body with his. He bit and nibbled on my nipple before moving on to ravage my other breast.

"You know, if Jack walked in right now, I'd fight him with my bare fucking hands just to keep sucking your tits," Mr. Miller said, flicking my nipple with his tongue.

My eyes fluttered closed, the area between my legs dampening with more wetness. "Stop saying these crazy things."

He chuckled and pulled away, looking down at me. "I mean it." His eyes studied my face, taking in my watery eyes and flushed cheeks. "Why? Does it make you wet when I say things like that?"

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Miller licked his finger and slipped it underneath my skirt, dragging a wet trail up my legs to my inner thighs.

When he reached the thin material of my panties, he moved two fingers in circles against the lace.

A deep, husky moan left his lips when he felt how soaked I was.

"Let me fuck you again," he breathed in my ear. "Please."

My heart skipped a beat, and I held my breath. "I don't know..."

He rolled my nipples between his fingers, making my back arch with pleasure. "Please. I'm going to go crazy if I can't fuck your perfect sweet pussy again."

His fingers moved past my panties and slid inside me, my soaking wet warmth accepting him easily.

My juices gushed all over his hand, making him groan.

He leaned down to take my breast in his mouth again, sucking and licking like a crazed animal.

My head fell back, loud moans ripping through me while he feasted on my flesh and pushed his thick fingers deeper inside my pussy.

"Okay, okay... fuck," I moaned, squeezing my legs together around his hand.

His fingers felt so fucking good stretching me open, and his warm saliva all over my tits sent me over the edge.

I couldn't take it. His touch held so much passion and depravity, like he needed to feel me just to live.

It made me want to give him my body over and over again, until he physically couldn't fuck anymore.

Mr. Miller flicked his tongue against my nipples, breathing hot air on them. "Okay, okay, what?"

"Fuck me," I said, my chest heaving. "I need your dick inside of me."

He grinned, taking his fingers out and reaching down to unbuckle his pants. "My pleasure."

My heart raced as he tugged his pants and boxers down. His thick erection pressed against my leg, and I moaned at the sight of his reddened tip—proof of how much his cock yearned for me. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

"So eager..." he whispered, reaching down to trail his finger over my lips. "I love seeing you go from shy and innocent to a fucking sex kitten."

I bit my lip, trying not to smile too much. "Sex kitten?"

He grinned, his cock pressing against my slick pussy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you like it better when I call you a good little slut."

He thrust his hips forward, pushing his entire length inside me at once.

I gasped and dug my nails deeper into his shoulders, my body thrumming with pain and pleasure as it adjusted to the length of his cock.

My legs tightened around his waist, and I gazed up at him with starry eyes, bucking my hips against him.

Mr. Miller groaned, his face flooded with color. "God, I love how fucking eager you are. And how fucking good you feel."

His hands seized my wrists, holding them above my head as he fucked me with long, deep strokes. My eyes rolled back, pleasure completely consuming my body and mind.

"Yes! Yes!" My moans and praises spilled from my lips without me being able to stop them. "Fuck me, Mr. Miller! I love your cock!"

He growled and slammed into me harder, filling the room with wet smacking sounds. The force of his cock sunk me deeper into the couch with each one of his thrusts. He held my wrists with one of his hands, bringing the other down to grab my throat.

"You like that?" He bit down on his lip, snapping his hips forward without restraint. "You like getting fucked by my cock behind Jack's back, don't you? You dirty fucking slut." His grip tightened around my throat, but not enough to hurt me. "How'd I get so lucky to meet a dirty slut like you?"

My breathing came out in broken gasps as he continued drilling into me with reckless abandon, leaving me unable to speak. I couldn't even touch him because he still held my wrists above my head. I could only lay there, letting him ravage my body and satisfy his craving.

His thrusts stopped, and he stared into my eyes, concentration on his face. He bit his lip again, dragging his hand from my throat to my nipples, twisting and flicking them. Then he leaned down and planted wet kisses to the swells of my tits, continuing his animalistic strokes.

"Fuck yes!" My voice echoed around the living room, and the wet smacking grew louder, drowning out my moans. He sucked and licked my nipples while my eyes darted from him to the window next to the front door, checking for signs of movement.

"You taste so damn good, baby," he muttered against my breast, and I felt that familiar sweet ache in my pussy. I bucked my hips, meeting each of his thrusts, my tit bouncing inside his mouth as he sucked and moaned.

The pressure kept building until it reached its peak, and my body exploded in a fit of pleasure. My eyes squeezed shut while waves of euphoria shook through me, making me twitch underneath him. I kept moving my hips with his, riding out my orgasm.

Mr. Miller moaned when my wetness cascaded over his cock, and he pumped into me a few more times before letting out a long half-groan-half-growl. He pushed himself to the hilt inside me, suckling gently on my nipples while his cum spilled into my body.

We lay there breathing heavily for several minutes before remembering Jack and his mom could be home at any moment. Mr. Miller pulled out of me, yanked his pants back up, then went into the bathroom to get towels for our mess. I stayed on the couch, still catching my breath.

When he came back out, neither of us spoke. I put my bra and blouse back on while he quickly wiped up any leftover wetness on the couch. His eyes kept darting to me, like he wanted to say something, and my cheeks flooded with warmth.

How could I ever tell my boyfriend's dad that he was the best fuck I'd ever had?