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Mr. Miller and I took another quick dip in the pool to cool off our sweaty bodies, then we got into the shower together.

His hands never left me while I washed. He twisted and tugged at my soapy breasts before moving his needy fingers down the curve of my slippery hips.

Arousal stirred through me as his lips trailed across my damp skin, kissing and caressing every inch he could.

"Mmm..." I tilted my head to give him better access.

His erection pressed against my back, and he rolled his hips, slipping it easily down between my slick legs.

The thick head of his cock pushed inside me as I finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, and he gripped my hips, his fingers flexing with tortuous pleasure.

"My son really hit the jackpot with you," Mr. Miller whispered against my ear, holding me firmly in place while he rammed his cock deeper into my pussy.

I put my hands on the shower wall for support, pushing my ass back to meet with each of his thrusts.

His balls slapped against my clit, making my eyes roll back, the water cascading over both of our moaning bodies.

The sound of a door shutting echoed from downstairs, and I groaned in frustration.

It had to be Jack, and here I was, stuffed full of his dad's cock.

I didn't know how long we'd been fucking, but I couldn't think of anything besides his hard, warm rod sliding in and out of me.

Thankfully, the sound of Jack's footsteps on the stairs snapped Mr. Miller out of his frenzy.

"Shit," he muttered, pulling his cock out. "Don't tell him I'm home."

"Mya?" Jack's voice came from the other side of the door. "Is that you?"

I tried to catch my breath, my hands still splayed out on the shower wall. "Yeah," I called out, biting my lip. What a horrifying case of deja vu. "I'm... I'm just taking a shower."

Jack fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether he should ask to join me. Or maybe it registered in his mind that I'd gone swimming without him. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes while Mr. Miller let out a soft chuckle, hidden underneath the sound of the running shower. He tucked his dick between my ass cheeks, holding my body to his as he thrusted against me.

"No," I responded honestly, trying to push Mr. Miller off, but he didn't let go. "I'll be out in a minute and then we'll talk."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Mr. Miller smacked his dick against my ass, then started jerking off behind me. My jaw dropped a little as I finished rinsing off my body, his low grunts becoming quicker and more breathless.

"You're such a dirty girl," he whispered, kissing my wet shoulder. "Telling him you love him when you just had his dad's cock stuffed inside you three times."

He reached around to twist my nipple, and then he groaned. Warm, sticky semen spilled onto my ass, making my breath catch in my throat. He smacked his dick on my cheeks a few more times, rubbing in his cum with the head of his cock.

I bit my lip and turned around to face him, letting the shower rinse off his fresh cum. "You're a pervert, you know that?"

"Mhm," he muttered, reaching up to fondle my tits. "I'm so fucking disgusting."

We both finished showering, and he stayed in while I climbed out. I dried off quickly, ignoring his lingering gaze on my damp body. When I walked out of the bathroom, I checked to make sure Jack wasn't upstairs. Once sure, I made my way down to the living room.

Jack's eyes widened when he saw me walk in, still wrapped in my fluffy white towel. He sat up on the couch, looking around the room as if checking for intruders. "What are you doing? Is my dad home?"

I smiled and sauntered over to slide onto his lap. "I don't think so. Maybe he came back while I was in the shower."

Jack bit his lip, his eyes wandering down my towel-clad figure straddled on top of him. His hands slipped underneath my towel and squeezed my thighs possessively, like he couldn't handle the thought of his dad being alone in the house with my naked, wet body.

I moved my hips against him, pulling a gasp from his lips. "I missed you," I whispered in his ear.

He smiled at me, sliding his hands higher up my thighs. "Yeah? I missed you, too. I'm sorry I didn't get to see you in your bikini."

A smirk crept onto my face as his hands groped the same ass his dad had just came all over. "It's okay. We'll get another chance, and you're here now..."

His thumbs rubbed circles on my ass cheeks as I leaned down to kiss him.

His lips were hesitant, but that'd been normal for him lately, so I didn't stop.

If anything, I grinded my hips harder on his stiffening cock.

Not just because I was worked up and horny, but I also needed to keep him distracted from any noises coming from upstairs.

After a moment, he pulled away. "We can't do this here," he said, his eyes darting around again. "My dad could be back soon, if he isn't already."

"So? He can watch." I smiled playfully, bowing my head to kiss him again, but he turned away.

"I'm serious, Mya," Jack insisted, all flirtation gone from his voice. "I'm not going to have sex on my dad's couch."

Why? Your dad fucked me here, why can't you? I wanted to ask, but I knew better. Instead, I just bit my lip and stared at him. "I'm on your lap in nothing but a towel, and you're telling me no?"

He didn't meet my eyes. "I'm telling you not here."

"So if I asked you to go in the room with me, would you come, or would you just tell me you're tired?"

Jack didn't say anything, but his silence gave me my answer. I let out a frustrated sigh and climbed off his lap, feeling embarrassed and rejected. I half expected him to apologize and pull me back, but he didn't. He grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV, directing his attention to the screen.

I turned away from him and went upstairs, heading to our bedroom by myself.

The bathroom door stood slightly open, signaling that Mr. Miller had already snuck out and into his room.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of him hearing what just happened between me and Jack, but I was almost certain he wouldn't have risked being seen by eavesdropping.

I closed my bedroom door and locked it behind me, in case Jack decided to change his mind last minute.

Then I dropped my towel and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in.

A floorboard creaked behind me, but before I could turn to look over my shoulder, a hand went over my mouth.

"Mmph!"

"Shhh," Mr. Miller said in my ear. "Or Jack will hear you."

My eyes widened as he pressed his body against my bare back, his hand sliding from my mouth to my breast. He brought his other hand up, fondling both of my tits with his dexterous fingers. My senses left me for a moment, my head falling back while moans fell from my lips.

"Is this what you like, baby?" he whispered, twisting my nipples roughly. "Getting touched and played with all day?"

I struggled to find my voice. "Mr. Miller... Jack..."

He chuckled darkly, seeming to understand what I was trying to say. "'He can watch'."

My heart skipped a beat when he quoted my earlier words to Jack, confirming he'd heard our conversation. Heat spread across my face, and his hands pinched my nipples, making me gasp.

"You'd think I wouldn't have to constantly remind you of how fucking territorial I am," he growled, biting up my shoulder and to my neck.

"He's my boyfriend," I managed to say between heavy breaths, purposefully not using the word fiancée. For some reason, boyfriend felt dirtier on my tongue, more playfully naughty and mischievous. His hands tightened painfully around my breasts as I said it.

"Do I need to remind you who treats this pussy right?" He planted a gentle kiss on my shoulder, his arms encircling my waist.

Without warning, he lifted my naked body up and carried me over to my bed, tossing me down like I weighed nothing. My tits bounced as I made contact with the mattress, and his cock hardened even more, creating a noticeable bulge underneath his gray sweatpants.

"Jack's downstairs," I warned him, but my voice didn't have any urgency behind it.

"I don't care," Mr. Miller said, not taking his eyes off my body. "Spread your legs."

I didn't immediately obey, still nervous about the possibility of Jack coming upstairs.

But Mr. Miller was a rabid animal. He dropped to his knees and forced my legs apart, exposing my glistening pussy.

Groaning, he pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing small, delicious circles.

Electricity jolted through me, my eyes widening while my mouth fell open in breathless moans.

"Fuhhh..." I barely managed to gasp out.

Mr. Miller brought his free hand up to trace a finger over my lips, his rough skin like sandpaper. "Clearly my dirty little slut needs a lot of attention to stay satisfied. It's no wonder Jack can't keep up."

He dove right in, slurping and licking my wet pussy like it was the tastiest ice cream cone in the world. My eyes rolled back, and his hand covered my mouth as the moans spilled out of me like sizzling steam. His tongue invaded my fuck hole, darting in and out between my pulsing walls.

"So wet and sweet," he murmured, his breath sending cool tingles across my warm core. A shiver ran through my body, barely leaving before he forced his tongue inside me again.

"Yes, Daddy. Yes..." I whimpered underneath his hand, tempting him to tongue-fuck me even harder. My legs shook, my hips snapping forward to pull his tongue inside me as much as possible. His thumb moved faster over my swollen clit, raking my body with waves of honeyed pleasure.

"God, I wish Jack could see me eating your pussy right now," Mr. Miller whispered, lapping his tongue over my folds like a dog drinking water. The wet, slurping sounds pushed me to the edge, and when he pulled my clit into his mouth, the orgasm was instantaneous.

My back arched, and my mouth fell open in a muffled moan.

One of his fingers slipped between my lips, and I caught it with my tongue, sucking it like it was his cock.

He let out a deep moan, my sticky cum spilling all over his face, lips, and into his eager mouth.

The excitement from doing this with Jack downstairs left dull tingles in my stomach, and I found myself fantasizing about him watching us, too.

It only made my orgasm all the more sweeter.

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