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In this scene, the protagonist, Anna (formerly known as Annalisa Vincetti) is requested by her coworker, Nan, to stand in for a bridesmaid (who just happens to be Jett's precious baby sister, Sofia) at her wedding. Said previous bridesmaid has backed out for a personal emergency not disclosed to the reader until later in the story.

“Hey chickie,” Nan, one of the bookkeepers, begins. She leans casually against Anna's desk. “So, one of my bridesmaids had a…family emergency and she can't come to my wedding Saturday…could you stand in for her?” Nan nibbles her lip, deeply hoping Anna will agree. 

Anna takes a moment to process. She schools her expression, keeping her eyes from widening and her jaw from sliding open in confusion and surprise. ‘Family emergency’. Anna can sense the tension in Nan’s voice, the quick thinking with which she drew up the phrase she used. It's not so much the sadness with which she spoke but the quiet worry. It's not a family emergency, in truth. The family might be involved but what really happened is likely something darker. Nonetheless, it's clearly something Nan doesn't want to repeat which Anna can respect. “Oh, well…I guess I could. I don't have a dress, though.”

“Oh it's okay! You should be just about her size!” Nan reassures, tilting her head from side to side, doing her best to measure Anna in her mind. “I'll bring you the dress tomorrow!” She grabs Anna's hands and squeezes them excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She practically skips down the hallway back to her office. Anna lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. This will be Nan's third marriage, Anna recalls to herself. She was just wrapping up her second divorce when Anna started at the firm. Nan's nice enough, but she falls in love a little too quickly.

As she wraps up at the end of the day, she shuts down her computer and gathers her belongings. The warm sun lingers in the late summer sky as she walks towards the subway. The ride home is uneventful and she just catches the last child from her mother's home-based daycare being picked up by his dad. 

“Abend, mein Kindchen,” Gisela greets warmly and hugs her daughter, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

She eagerly returns the embrace. “Hi, Ma.”

“How was your day, leibling?” Gisela’s fingers gently comb through Anna’s hair. 

Anna leans into her mothers gentle ministrations. The motion always relaxed her. “It was fine. Nothing crazy. Oh! I’m going to be in a coworker's wedding on Saturday.”

Gisela pauses, surprised by the spontaneity of something like joining a bridal party only a few days away from the wedding. “Saturday? This Saturday?”

“Yeah. I guess one of the bridesmaids backed out for some kind of emergency so the bride asked me to fill in. I didn’t have anything going on so I figured, why not?”

“Sounds like fun.”

Anna shrugs, looking up at Gisela. “I guess.”

Gisela smiles warmly. “Well that’s very sweet of you to help out your colleague. I’m sure she really appreciates it.”

“It’s her third marriage,” Anna reveals with a soft chuckle.

Gisela lets out a laugh of her own. “Oh my! She can’t decide on a husband, I guess?

“I guess not.” Anna embraces her mother one last time before breaking away and heading for the kitchen, just in time for her stomach to growl impatiently. “Have you eaten yet?” She opens the fridge and sticks her head inside as if she’ll somehow find a perfectly delicious meal ready made for her and Gisela. 

“Not yet. What are you hungry for?” Gisela leisurely follows Anna into the kitchen. 

Anna pops her head out of the fridge. “Mmm…Papa’s fettuccine Alfredo?” She asks, eyebrows raised in hope. 

Gisela laughs and nods in approval. Anna grins and pulls out the heavy cream to begin cooking.

In this next scene, Anna sees Jett for the very first time:

“Here ya go!” Nan delicately holds the bridesmaid dress, wrapped in clear plastic. Anna’s head snaps up at the sudden announcement. It’s a lovely, tea length dress, plum in color. The chiffon straps form a halter neck. Anna awkwardly accepts the dress and hangs it up on the coat rack behind her. With a sigh, she sits back down and returns to work. 

Her phone rings. “Thank you for calling Meyers, Crawford, and Gustafson; my name is Anna Schornstein; how may I help you?” She greets warmly as she presses the receiver to her ear. 

That's when he walks in. Tall, all black suit, silvery blonde hair, commanding, intimidating. His face is clean shaven, which tells her he takes his appearance seriously. Even Meyers walks behind him as he escorts the mysterious man to his own office, right past Anna's desk - apparently he doesn't need to check in. He draws every eye in the room to him, except Anna’s. She knows better than to look him in the eye. The only ones who can look into the eyes of a man like that are his lover and his children. That's how Papa was. Her eyes dare a glance upward but away from him, brave enough to take him in through the corner of her eye and then fall to the desk again, not to meet his gaze and risk earning a place in the back of his mind on one of his lists - good or bad. She's neither afraid nor impressed but somewhere in the middle; aware, alert, experienced. She knows a made man when she sees one. Not out of some God-given talent, but out of twenty years growing up in her Papa's home, his 'family'. She picks up a ghost of a smile on the man, almost like he saw her surreptitious peek. Of course he misses nothing; Papa didn't either. 

I thought the Mafia wasn't here… she thinks to herself. Her heart begins to race as memories past begin flooding back. But this man is definitely Mafia. She could spot it from a mile away. And seeing him walk into the firm for the largest defense attorney in the city isn’t a good sign either. 

“Um, hello?” the caller on the other end of the line utters as if he’s repeated it at least once already. 

Anna shakes her head slightly, banishing the fleeting thoughts in her mind distracting her from her job. “Sorry! Could you repeat that?”

“My name is Joseph Biggs. I’m a client of this firm. Mr. Meyers...” The man asks demurely. 

Anna’s mind flickers to the mysterious man. “Mr. Meyers is currently…in a meeting. Can I take a message?”

“Can you have him call me back?” He requests, his voice sounding tense and unsettled. 

Anna scrambles to grab a notepad. “Of course!” She jots down his information then ends the call. She runs her fingers through her hair and takes a centering breath. Memories rush back; men much like the one she just saw passing through Papa’s estate, looking at her, always judging. ‘No good sons from her…’ they’d say. Papa always tried to find a good man for Anna, but no one would give her the time of day. None of her sons could become made men, being a quarter German. ‘I promise I’ll find you a good husband who will care for you and make you happy, Angioletta,’ Papa would reassure. But he would never find one. Not before the heart attack claimed his life. 

She shakes her head, willing the thoughts to dissipate. ‘Love your Papa but don't dwell on the past,’ Gisela always tells her.

This last scene I'm really happy with how it's shaping out. Jett owns a 'strip club' that's really a brothel, but he takes very good care of the girls. This is the first scene where Jett will be seen for his character. He handles an incident in his office inside a speak easy themed bar called the Reading Room, where Nan and her bridesmaids, including Anna, are enjoying a few cocktails for her bachelorette party.

Unbeknownst to the giddy girls in the main bar, Jett Lucchese sits in a soundproof office just beyond the Reading Room, fingers steepled, listening as a club manager reports an incident involving one of his escorts.

“Man by the name of Stewart Gottfried. Entered the club and requested a girl for the evening. Candy was assigned and she took him to the room. She came running out ten minutes later covered in bruises and tears. Turns out, guy likes to get rough. She said no. He didn't quit. Enzo Marino was on duty as security head. He detained the man. On his way now.”

“Bring her in,” Jett commands. His voice is calm, measured but without any room for argument. The made man watching the door nods. He opens the door and Candy walks in, tears still rolling down her face, red marks on her neck and face. She sniffles, trembling. She's never had to meet the boss before. 

Jett stands, not to intimidate but out of respect. The other made men in the room rise with him. He strides calmly yet with purpose to the tearful woman. He gently takes her hands and kisses her knuckles. “Mi dispiace.” He guides her with infinite grace to the sofa near his desk. “Un caffè?” He whispers. Candy blinks up at him, in awe of his softness despite the immense power behind him. She swallows and nods. He gives her a gentle smile, softly cupping her face then walking to the counter. He pours a cup of fresh coffee and mixes in a splash of milk and sugar. “You see, gentlemen, a man does not look away when a lady is in distress. A man steps in. A man protects a lady. A man does not put his hands on a lady without permission.” He stirs the coffee. “A man who needs to be told how to act around a lady is no man at all…and he certainly doesn't belong in my establishment.” He walks back toward Candy, his Italian leather shoes clacking against the hard wood floor. He lays the cup and saucer on the coffee table in front of her. She takes a tentative sip, relaxing somewhat from the sweet, creamy flavor and soothing warmth. Only when Jett returns to his set behind his desk, do his men return to theirs. “Candy, darling, I'm very sorry to ask this of you, but your statement is paramount to bringing our culprit to justice. Would you be so kind as to recount the sequence of events that led up to this unfortunate incident?”

Candy takes in a shaky breath and clears her throat. “I, um, I got into work around six. Mistress Nell assigned me to Mr. Gottfried. He seemed like any other patron. Eager, excited, maybe a bit lonely. So I kissed him a few times and brought him up to my room. It was going fine. He asked for oral and I was fine with that. Then he asked me to lay on the bed. I was thinking a typical vanilla missionary position. So, I laid down and he crawled over me. No problem.” Her breath hitches slightly, tears pooling in her eyes again. Jett listens, his attention undivided. She continues, “he entered me and started thrusting. It was all fine until he wrapped his hand around my…my throat.” She takes a deep breath, a few years spilling down her cheeks. “I asked him to stop and he refused, saying he likes to be rough.” A sob escapes her. “I'm sorry, Don Lucchese, I know there's lots of girls who are okay with that but I just can't-”

Jett cuts her off with a raise of his hand. He leans forward in his chair. “Candy, you know the rules. All of the patrons must sign the contract which clearly states the girls may end the session at any time for any reason. You are not expected to engage in acts you find uncomfortable. Please, continue.” He leans back once more. 

She swallows hard, taking another sip of her coffee. “I tried to pull his hand off but he kept squeezing tighter.” Her hand slides up, resting gently on the red bruise on her neck. “I begged him to stop and tried to get away. That's when he slapped me across the face. I did the only thing I could think of and…I…I kicked him…in the crotch… When he let me go, I ran out for help.” She breaks down into sobs, burying her face in her hands.

Jett nods, his expression passive but contemplative. “Could you identify the man?”

Candy looks up and nods. “Y-yes.”

Jett looks at his door man and nods. The man opens the door and the soldier, Enzo Marino, who was watching the club brings in the perpetrator in question, hands bound with zip ties. He presses the alleged assailant onto his knees. “Grazie, Enzo,” Jett says. He stands; the rest of his men remain seated this time. He turns to Candy. “Is this the man?” He asks. 

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

Jett turns back to his newest guest. “Mr. Gottfried. I understand you frequented my club this evening.” He strides around his desk and stands in front of the bound man. “Care to give us your side of the story?”

Stewart Gottfried is a tall man, lanky except around the middle. He's got to be in his mid forties. His black hair is speckled with gray. He turns his head up to look at Jett. “I didn't do nothin’ wrong,” he claims. 

Jett knows the man is guilty, but his practicality demands a confession. “Perhaps in your mind, you didn't. Tell me, what were you hoping for in visiting my club?”

Gottfried chuckles. “The fuck you think I wanted? I wanted to fuck someone.”

“Such language, Mr. Gottfried,” Jett tutts. He turns around and pours himself a glass of whiskey. “So unbecoming of a gentleman.” He swirls the tumbler then takes a sip, savoring the flavor. “Tell me then, how did you find our services?”

“That bitch kicked me in the balls,” Gottfried spits out, his eyes darting angrily over to Candy.

“I won't ask you again, Mr. Gottfried. There is a lady present. Mind your language,” Jett commands. “Now why would Candy do such a thing?”

“Cause she's fuckin’ nuts, I don't know.” Gottfried barely has time to finish before Jett grabs the back of Gottfried’s head and smashes it into the end table in front of him. Blood begins gushing from his broken nose. 

“I warned you, Mr. Gottfried,” Jett says, his voice loud enough to carry over the man's agonized cries and whimpers. “Now are you going to tell me what happened like a gentleman or do I need to continue to treat you like a rat?”

Gottfried pants, trying to regain control of himself, not out of respect but out of fear now. He glares at Jett, fighting internally with himself, wanting to challenge him further but knowing it could get him killed. He chooses self preservation. “I walked in, asked her for a-” he stops himself, trying to find the best way to say blow job without offending Jett. “Oral pleasuring… When I was ready f- …do my thing with her, I…I got a little over excited. See, I like to mix a little pain in with pleasure. So, I'm inside her and I press on her cute little throat a bit. Well, she goes berserk after that and kicked me in the b- …family jewels.”

Jett nods. “I see. And did Candy ask you to stop touching her throat?”

Gottfried glances over at Candy then back up at Jett. He tries hard to find a way to word his answer to make himself look better, but comes up with nothing. “...yeah, but I thought she was just playin’ hard to get, you know? Women love to do that. I figured, I needed to show her how a real man…pleasures a woman. I mean, she's a…you know…a uh…lady of the night. They gotta to whatever the customer wants, right?”

Jett stares impassively at the man for a moment. He glances up at the club manager and gestures for him to bring what's in his hand. Jett takes the piece of paper and lays it in front of Gottfried. “This is the contract you signed prior to meeting with Candy. Did you bother to read it?”

Gottfried purses his lips, looking down at the contract then back up at Jett. “Well, I…it's just your standard terms and conditions…does anybody read them?” He chuckles awkwardly. The blood from his nose now staining his shirt. 

“Read it. The entire thing. Out loud,” Jett commands. He leans back against his desk.

Gottfried's eyes flick between the contract and Jett several times before replying, “you serious?” He laughs nervously. 

Jett doesn't answer. He just stares at the men. Gottfried gulps and begins reading the entire contract out loud. Everyone in the room sits quietly and listens. Toward the end, he reads, “Employees of this establishment may, at their sole discretion and at any time, terminate any interaction with a client or guest.

“‘Upon such request, all interaction must cease immediately. Any attempt to continue engagement after termination has been declared is strictly prohibited.

Failure to comply with these rules will result in consequences at the discretion of the proprietor, includin’ but not limited to removal from the premises, permanent ban, and financial penalties.

“‘Any complaints or disputes arisin’ within the premises shall be handled exclusively through internal resolution by management. I, the undersigned, agree to the terms and conditions laid out in this contact in their entirety.’” He looks back up at Jett, a hint of pride in his voice for reading the entire contract.

“Is that your signature on the bottom, Mr. Gottfried?” Jett asks coolly. His eyes glance down at the scribbled name. 

“Yeah,” Gottfried confirms.

Jett stands up straight, buttoning his suit coat. Without taking his eyes off Gottfried, he commands, “Mr. Marino, escort Candy to the Grand Royal Hotel. Put her in a suite—spa included. She’s off for the weekend.”

Enzo nods understandingly. He offers his hand to Candy which she accepts. He leads her out of the room. When he's certain she's gone, Jett grabs Gottfried's hair roughly, yanking his head back. “You think you can assault my employees and get away with it?” His free hand flies up and grasps his throat tightly. “You like strangulation? This turn you on, Gottfried?” Jett growls. The man gasps for air. His hand tightens further. He throws Gottfried to the floor. Coughing and gasping, Gottfried fights to collect himself. Jett walks back to his desk and opens a drawer. He pulls out a wooden case and opens it, revealing several knives. He pulls out a meat cleaver and returns to Gottfried. He looks up at one of his capos and nods, signaling him to restrain the culprit and secure his hands. “Since you like to strangle people without their permission, let's nip that in the bud shall we? I suggest you hold your thumbs out from the rest of your hand, unless you want to lose them, too.” 

Your friend Sarah pulls open the door, a grimace that forces itself into a smile once she recognizes you. 

“Hey, come on in.” She widens the door and lets you step inside the house before closing and locking it behind you. “Hopefully we can sneak past my dad without hearing another shouting match.”

Your brows pinch together as she turns to lead you down the hall to her room. “Everything okay?”

“Kinda.” You watch her shoulders shrug. “My mom is asking for more money since my little brother is staying with her while going to college.”

“Hasn’t he been doing that for a couple of years now?” You cringe, hoping you didn’t overstep. 

She laughs half-heartedly. “Yeah, which is why my dad is so pissed off. He was yelling into his phone when I snuck by to answer the door.”

Sarah nods at the open door of her dad’s office. She tiptoes past and you follow her lead. You peek in as you walk by, catching a glimpse of Mr. Kennedy hanging his head into his hands from where he’s propped his elbows up onto his desk. Heart twinging with empathy, you frown to yourself. Not to think rudely of Sarah’s mom, but she’s always been bitchy—from screeching about you two leaving scuff marks from kicking off your shoes at the front door to playing music too loud in Sarah’s room. 

You’re not surprised that she’s trying to finagle more money from Mr. Kennedy; he’s always had a decent paying job, enough to take care of his kids and live comfortably while also giving his ex-wife enough to pay for her own place. She’s always off gallivanting with some rich guy, but now it sounds like she’s in between boyfriends so Mr. Kennedy is having to deal with her money issues. 

All of these thoughts buzz through your brain by the time you and Sarah walk into her room. She collapses down onto her bed with a groan, then flips over onto her back. 

“I was hoping he would go out this weekend, so I could invite Josh over.” She blows out a breath before turning her head to look at you. “He could bring one of his friends over, so you’d have someone to hang out with.”

You wave her off as you collapse down into the bean bag chair she’s had since her eighth birthday. “Eh, last time that didn’t work out so well.”

She raises up and hugs a pillow to her chest while crossing her legs. “Steve was nice. Just kind of boring.”

“Boring? I’m pretty sure he even put Josh to sleep.” You roll your eyes. “Besides what’s to stop you from going out with Josh anyways?”

She flattens her expression before pointing at the door. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe my uptight dad?”

She tosses the pillow at you when you laugh.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You throw her pillow back to her. “Well, since I’m here, you could sneak out. I’ll cover for you. You know he never bothers us when we do our sleepovers.”

“Maybe.” She purses her lips in thought. “We’re not teenagers anymore, so do you really think he’ll fall for that?”

You shrug. “I think so. I know we haven’t really done a sleepover since going off to college and stuff, but we’ve never done anything like it before. So why would he suspect anything different?”

She smiles brightly. “You’re right! Let me text Josh and tell him to park down the street. I’ll just slip out the window and you can cover for me if dad asks.”

You laugh. “Alright, but you owe me one.”

“I’ll take you to lunch tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

Sarah climbs out of her window and gives a small wave as she sneaks out of the yard onto the sidewalk. You lose sight of her as she rounds the corner, and you close the window softly making sure not to latch it. Glancing at your phone, you see it’s just now seven, leaving you with hours to occupy yourself before your friend makes it back from her date.

Deciding to grab some snacks and just veg out in front of Sarah’s tv, you leave her room and head to the kitchen. Nearing Mr. Kennedy’s office, you hear him arguing with someone. More than likely his ex-wife, you think, but you don’t want to assume. You slow down to eavesdrop, finding it hard to pass up the opportunity to be nosy.

“No, I’m not. I can’t help if you’re behind on your car payment. You traded in the one I gave you in the divorce. The one that was paid for. You brought it on yourself. No, no—STOP.”

Your heart rabbits in your chest with the sudden change in his tone. 

“Now, listen here,” he growls out, and you have to bite your bottom lip to stifle your gasp. “I am done with this conversation. You will take what I’ve already given you, and you won’t get one penny more. If our son needs help, HE can reach out, not you. Am I making myself clear? Goodbye.”

Your palms are sweaty. You’ve never heard Mr. Kennedy speak in this way, and it’s way hotter than it has any right to be. Waiting for a few minutes, you slowly step past the doorframe. Crossing your fingers, you hope he doesn’t notice you. 

“Oh, hi there, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were visiting.” 

You mentally accept defeat when he calls out to you, but you also notice that he has dropped his strict tone for something more warm and inviting.

“Hi, Mr. Kennedy.” You smile at him, stepping into his office. “Yeah, Sarah and I are having a little sleepover tonight.”

He smiles, highlighting the crows feet at the corners of his eyes and the laugh lines surrounding his mouth.  “Just like old times, huh?”

“Yep.” You smile back, a little nervous flutter in your stomach. 

Standing up, he makes his way to the front of his desk, waving you closer to take a seat. “I haven’t seen you in ages, how’ve you been?”

“Good, I’m doing good,” you clear your throat and take the seat he’s gesturing for you to take.

“Alright then,” he chuckles.

Once you’re sitting down, he braces his hip against the desk’s edge, folding his arms as he looks down at you. You nervously smooth down your skirt.

“Uh, how are you?”

He glances back at the phone lying dark on his desk; his brows pinch together in distaste before smoothing back when he turns to you. 

“Things have been better, but can’t complain too much. I have my health at least,” he chuckles, and it pulls a small laugh from you.

“That’s good!” You have to press your thighs together to keep your leg from nervously bouncing.

He hums in agreement, blue eyes roving over your face before flicking down you body and back up. “Well, I guess I should let you get back to Sarah.”

He pushes off his desk as you stand and you catch a whiff of his smoky cologne; it sends a shiver through you—a low warmth pooling in your belly. Mr. Kennedy’s palm rests on your lower back, guiding you to the door of his office. It’s not necessary, but you soak up the warmth from his palm, heart racing with excitement.

“I’m sure I’ll catch you girls later,” he chuckles, leaving you in the hallway while he heads back to his desk.

Your feet take you further into the house, muscle memory leading you into the kitchen while your brain buzzes with the interaction you two just had. Feeling a little out of sorts, you ignore any snacks and just grab a bottle of water. On the walk back to Sarah’s room, you hear the trill of a cellphone followed by Mr. Kennedy’s voice. 

“Yello, son.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, I know. Uh huh. Well, you’re always welcome to stay here. I know it’s a drive—“

The click of a door signals the end of the one side conversation you were listening in on—leaving you even more curious about the Kennedy family dynamics. Quickly shuffling past the now closed office door, you end up back in Sarah’s room. You make the decision to change out of your clothes into your pajamas—it’s not like you were planning on going anywhere later anyways. 

Flopping down on her bed, you scroll on your phone for a lot longer than you intend (as usual) before deciding to actually grab a snack, this go around, from the kitchen. You make it further than the first time before being stopped; only now, instead of it being the home office, it’s the living room.

“You two having fun?”

Mr. Kennedy’s voice startles you for a split second, making you pause in the open entranceway. Your head pivots and you take in his relaxed posture, sitting on the couch with a tumbler in his hand. He looks loose, like the stress from earlier has melted away—it probably has, you think to yourself while glancing at the glass in his hands.

“Is that a no?” His sardonic tone snaps your gaze up to his face.

“I’m sorry?” You laugh nervously, stepping further into the room. 

“I asked if you girls were having fun?”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Uh, yeah, just like always.”

His lips quirk up into a grin. “That’s good. Why don’t you have a seat next to me? Tell me what’s been going on in your life.”

You fiddle with the hem of your thin shirt and make your way over to the couch and Mr. Kennedy. When you sit down next to to him, he pats your leg. 

“Y’know, you’ve been friends with Sarah so long, it’s almost like you lived here.”

He laughs and you join him with your own nervous giggle.

“Well, what’ve you been up? Besides classes,” he waves off the reply on the tip of your tongue. “I mean, you dating anybody? Going to parties?”

Your brows pinch together in thought. Maybe he’s asking to pry into whether you andSarah hit up any of the sorority invites. You shake your head no.

“Not really. I mean, I don’t really like to party so Sarah and I hang out and watch movies and stuff.” You pick at your nails. “And I haven’t dated anyone since high school.”

He nods. “Oh yeah, that boy who chickened out of taking you to prom.”

You cringe internally, embarrassment welling up. “Uh, yeah. So, my life outside of school is pretty boring.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he pats your leg again. “Sounds like you’re being a good girl.”

The words send a tingle down your spine. “Thanks, Mr. Kennedy.”

He smiles, teeth glinting in the low light. “No problem, sweetheart. I just like knowing you’re being safe.”

A warning bell goes ignored in your brain. “Safe?”

“You can never be too careful these days. I hear all kinds of things about dumb little boys and sweet girls like you.”

“Oh,” you frown, angling your body to face him more. “Well, like I said I pretty much just stick to my classes.”

“And that’s good,” he murmurs, eyes dark as they skim down your body. “You’re much too sweet for some dumbass boy. Such a pretty girl deserves a man who knows what he’s doing.”

Your heartbeat ratchets up, nipples pebbling under your too thin shirt at his smooth baritone. Mr. Kennedy’s eyes drop down to your breasts and he grins. 

“I s-should probably g-go,” you stammer out, beginning to rise up from your seat. “Sarah’s waiting.” 

The glass tinks when he places his whiskey tumbler onto the surface. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you down into his lap, your back pressing against his chest. 

“Fuck, you smell good,” he huffs, nuzzling his face into your hair before trailing his lips across your neck.

“Mr. Kennedy,” you gasp out, disbelief widening your eyes even as arousal makes your body feel heavy.

He moans, hands dropping to your hips to hold you down while he grinds up against your ass. “I know you lied for my daughter.”

Your stomach drops, anxiousness flooding your brain. “I-I don’t—“

“Shhh,” he soothes, shifting his hands until his palms are hot against your bare thighs. “The security cameras went off and I have a tracker on her phone. I know she’s out with her boyfriend.”

You slump back against him, thoughts running circles in your head. “She didn’t think you’d let her go out.”

He chuckles and the sound vibrates against your back. “She’s old enough to know better.”

His fingers dig into the dough of your thighs, spreading your legs wider. “Just like you are. I’ve seen the looks you’ve been giving me.”

He nips the skin below your ear and you shiver in his lap.

“And since she’s gone for a while, why don’t we play house, sweetheart.”

“House?” You mumble, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when Mr. Kennedy lightly traces his fingertips against the skin of your inner thighs. 

“Yeah,” he laughs, low and dark. “I’ll be the daddy and you can be the mommy.”

The fingers of one of his hands glides up the seam of your sleep shorts before cupping your pussy through the fabric. “And daddy wants to play with mommy’s cute pussy all night long.”

You keen loudly, hips bucking up into his hand. His fingers dig into your cunt, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. The sensitive bud throbs—trapped underneath layers of cotton and aching to be touched. Arousal and trepidation go hand in hand as you writhe in Mr. Kennedy’s lap, letting him touch you in such an intimate way, wanting him to do even more. It feels so wrong, but that only heightens every nerve, making the rush that much more pleasurable.

Mr. Kennedy’s other hand grasps your hip, thumb pressing down on the soft skin. The digit digs into the tender joint and you gasp, rocking your ass down against the bulge underneath you. He grunts, palm grinding against your mound and guiding you into a rhythm that has you both panting.

“You’re already soaking through your panties, aren’t you?” He chuckles, and your chest burns in embarrassment. “C’mon, you can tell daddy.”

“Y-yes,” your breath hitches. “Daddy makes me so wet.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “Is mommy gonna let me play with that cute pussy?”

He moves the hand cupping you through your pajama shorts to slide underneath the elastic band, fingers gliding under your panties until his digits press down onto your clit.

“Ohhh,” you gasp, eyes fluttering at the feeling of fingers squeezing together your pussy lips.

“Well?” Mr. Kennedy squeezes your cunt lips in pulses, teasing your clit with hints of  pressure that only make your hole drip more slick.

“Yes, please, please play with my pussy,” you mumble, head tipping back to rest against his shoulder.

“Whose pussy?” He kisses the shell of your ear.

“Daddy’s?” Your voice lilts, a little confused at what he’s asking from you.

He hums and swipes a finger across your bundle of nerves. “No, but I do like the sound of that. Tell me whose pussy I’m playing with, sweet girl.”

“My pussy.”

He clicks his tongue, and you whine when he pinches your swollen bud. “Mommy’s pussy!”

“Good girl,” he coos, fingers petting across your cunt lips and the hood of your clit. “Daddy only plays with sweet mommy’s like you.”

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, brain buzzing with static as his fingers tease your pussy with light strokes of his fingers. It feels like he keeps you there for hours, trapped against him, his hand cupping and squeezing your cunt with only the lightest of touches to your bundle of nerves as he whispers filth into your ear.

“So wet, my fingers are drenched, sweet girl.”

“Mommy likes daddy teasing this soft little pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Imagine what my cock’s going to feel like. Can’t wait to stuff this sweet cunt.”

By the time he pulls his hand free of your clothing, you’re a whining mess, begging him to keep touching you.

“Shh, shh,” he murmurs, helping you up from his lap. “We’re just going to continue this in my room.”

Your head bobbles with a nod, legs shaky as he guides you with a warm palm squeezing your ass. Thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind—you barely take in the change of scenery while he closes his bedroom door. Your eyes lock on Mr. Kennedy, watching as he sheds his clothes until he’s standing there totally nude. A light dusting of hair covers his chest, but what draws your eye is the blonde hair trailing from his belly button down to the thatch of hair above his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight; his dick is thick and long, uncut tip dripping precum that you want to taste on your tongue. His eyes crinkle with a teasing smile.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

Your stomach flips with nerves, but you quickly slip your own clothes off until you’re just as bare as him. His eyes darken, taking in your teardrop breasts and hard nipples before dragging his gaze down your body like a caress, locking onto the damp curls at the apex of your thighs.

“Aren’t you a pretty little mommy,” he murmurs, stepping into your personal space. 

Mr. Kennedy kisses you. It’s hot and wet and perfect. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting go with a soft nip. Whimpering, you cling to him, hands gripping his chest and eagerly kissing him back. His tongue draws yours into his mouth and his groan vibrates your lips. Mewling in your throat, you kiss him sloppily, spit coating your lips and chin, making you feel that much hotter. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples in soft circles.

Your mouth drops open in a moan, your own hands reaching out to grab onto his thick biceps. Tugging your nipples with his fingertips, Mr. Kennedy grins down at you, pinching the buds roughly before smoothing his thumbs across your stiff peaks. He pushes you down to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels on the floor in front of you. Ducking his head, he latches onto one of your nipples with a rough suck, leaving the other one free for him to flick with his fingers.

Digging your fingers into his thick hair, he groans at the tug on his scalp. His mouth pulls away with a wet pop and he trails his lips across your chest until he can suckle on the opposite bud. He squeezes and gropes the breast not covered by his face, pinching the wet nipple between his knuckles before tugging it gently.

“God, it feels so good,” you whimper, fingers snagging in his hair and pulling him closer.

He chuckles and pulls away making you whine in protest. “As much as I love sucking on mommy’s tits, think I want to taste something even better.”

You gasp and arch your hips upward, “Oh please, daddy, please lick my pussy.”

“Fuck, how can I say no to that,” he kisses a line from your sternum down to your mound. “Lean back, sweetheart, and let me eat that hot cunt.”

With zero fanfare, Mr. Kennedy shoves his face into your wet pussy, tongue licking into your drippy hole with a rumbling moan. His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue laps at your cunt, slurping against your pussy so loudly it makes you go hot all over.

“Such a messy cunt,” he mutters against your pussy lips. “What a good girl.”

Mewling, your hands cup the back of his neck and you hump his face, smearing your wet cunt against his lips and chin. He groans, hands cupping your ass and holding you against him, letting him lick deeper into your pussy. Grunting like an animal, he eats your cunt like it’s his last meal. You rock your hips against him, dripping slick all over his tongue as he licks and kisses across your pussy lips. Pinning your hips down to the bed, he holds you in place, not allowing you to move at all while he kitten licks the hood of your clit before circling the wet muscle around your swollen bud.

He suckles your bundle of nerves with a hum before pulling back. His face is covered with spit and slick, the sight searing into your brain and kicking up your arousal even higher.

“Mr. Kennedy,” you sigh, tugging him upwards. “Want a kiss.”

“But I am kissing you,” he smothers his laugh into your cunt, kissing across your slick folds. “See?”

You pout, tugging his hair gently. “Please, kiss me.”

Dragging his tongue up your slit, he drops one last kiss to your clit before shifting up your body. Bracing one forearm by your head, he softly grips your neck with his free hand, lightly squeezing your throat. Whimpering, you buck your hips up, grinding your slick cunt against his abdomen before he slots his dick against your wet pussy.

“So sweet,” he murmurs before kissing you.

You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue and it draws a low whine from your chest. Slanting his mouth, Mr. Kennedy kisses you deeply, tongue plunging past your lips and filling your mouth with spit. It makes your clit throb when you’re forced to swallow his saliva. He moans, rubbing his cock along your sopping wet slit. The head of his cock brushes against your slippery clit and you wrap your hands around his shoulders to give yourself something to hold onto.

“This little pussy is just aching for daddy’s cock, isn’t she?” He finally leans back enough to murmur down at you. “You on birth control, sweetheart?”

“No,” you shake your head as you answer. “I’m not on anything.”

He groans, rutting his cock forward until the tip presses against your hole. “That’s good, so fucking good. You ready?”

“W-what about protection?” The sentence comes out quieter than you intended.

“We don’t need that,” he reassures you, voice saccharine sweet. “Daddy’s and mommy’s don’t use condoms.”

Another warning bell goes off the back of your mind, but the promise of raw, unprotected sex with Mr. Kennedy overrides all your nervousness. 

Nodding, you murmur, “Okay.”

“Good girl,” his praise makes you glad you decided to keep going. “Reach down and  guide me in, show daddy how much you want his cock.”

Dropping one hand between your bodies, you grip the base of his cock and slowly press it against your leaking pussy. He hisses under his breath and you glance up into his face. A grin quirks up his lips and he nods. 

“Just feels good. Keep going.”

Biting your bottom lip, you turn your attention back to your hand. Giving his cock a gentle squeeze, a thrill goes through you to hear him grunt. You notch the tip of his dick at your hole, feeling your inner walls clenching in anticipation. He rolls his hips forward and his cock begins to sink deeper inside your cunt.

Your hand slips away and your head drops down to the pillow with a choked out whine. “Oh, it feels so big.”

“Shit,” he growls, hips jumping and forcing more of his cock into your slick pussy. “I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.”

When Mr. Kennedy finally bottoms out inside your pussy, you’re both breathing a lot harder than before. Your walls flutter and squeeze his dick until he tightens his grip around your throat.

“You better quit that if you don’t want me blowing my load,” his gravelly tone makes your pussy flutter like crazy which in turns makes him tighten his fingers on your neck. “You just can’t help it can you? Mommy’s just feeling too good.”

His mocking doesn’t help anything, and you whine needily. “Please, it’s just too much.”

“Poor pitiful thing,” he coos. 

He pulls his cock halfway out before burying himself inside your squelching cunt— again and again and again. Picking up the tempo, he fucks you at a steady pace, knocking the tip against your cervix and sending lighting bolts of pleasurepain to sit heavy in your core.

“Can’t believe you’re going to let me nut in you without any protection,” he laughs to himself. “Fuck, gonna make me a daddy all over again, aren’t you?”

“N-no,” you stutter brokenly, eyes rolling back when he slips his fingers between your bodies to rub at your clit.

“I’m not mad, sweet girl. I love breeding little pussies like this, all soft and wet.” He groans, fingers circling your sensitive bud. “Can’t wait to see my cum dripping out of you.”

“We can’t.” But you can’t deny the more he talks about it the wetter you get.

“C’mon, don’t you want me to breed this sweet little pussy?” He grunts, cock spreading open your cunt with each thrust. “Just fill you up with load after load.”

You whine, walls clamping down around his thick length. “Mr. Kennedy, I can’t.”

“Aww, yes you can,” he croons, wrapping a calloused hand around your thigh to hike your leg higher, bottoming out in your pussy with each pump of his hips. “You can take it. Take me. Look at how eagerly this soft slippery hole gobbles me up.”

You glance down your body, past your heaving chest and soft belly to see Mr. Kennedy’s cock, glistening in your slick, sliding out from your fluttering pussy. He grips the base and slaps it down on your clit with a wet plap plap plap.

“Ready?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. He guides the tip to your drooling hole and slowly pushes inside.

Whimpering, you can’t take your eyes off the way his cock easily sinks inside your cunt—walls greedily clamping down on him as he rocks himself deeper into your clenching heat.

“Yeah, there we go,” he murmurs, head falling back as he luxuriates in the feeling. “Fuck, love this tight pussy. Love stretching you out.”

“Mr. Kennedy,” you gasp and he groans loudly. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me hear how much you like this daddy stuffing your tight cunt.”

Moaning, your fingernails dig into his shoulders and he grunts at the slight sting, hips pistoning harder into your wet cunt.

“I’m gonna breed this tight pussy,” he whispers down at you, pupils nearly swallowing the blue of his eyes. “Don’t you want to be a real mommy? Hmm? And who better to help you than a real daddy.”

Your walls flutter around his fat cock, more slick coating his length and making each thrust sound obscene.

“I can’t,” you pant, dizzy with the idea of Mr. Kennedy getting you pregnant. “I-I’m not ready.”

“But this little pussy is just begging for a creampie,” his voice is liquid sin in your ear. “Don’t you feel so empty? Let daddy give you a baby, sweetheart. Let daddy fill you up. I won’t let you out of my bed til it takes.”

The visual of Mr. Kennedy breeding you over and over has your legs twitching, body shuddering as your climax hits you hard. Nails scoring down his back, you babble nonsense as your pussy clenches and milks his cock, your orgasm whiting out your senses.

“Please, please, want it, want you to breed me,” you chant up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please daddy make me a mommy.”

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, fucking into your spasming cunt with hard, rough thrusts. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you, stuff you so full you’ll be leaking my cum for days.“

He grunts and picks up the pace, hips rabbiting against yours as he fucks his cock deep into your slick walls. Growling out words you don’t catch, he buries himself to the hilt inside your hole, his dick pumping rope after sticky rope of hot cum in your pussy. You can feel his cock throb and pulse, making you keen weakly. Lying together, you both bask in the afterglow and try to catch your breath.

Once his dick softens, he pulls out with a low groan. He shifts to the side to lay back on the bed before pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest, and he runs his fingertips up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“I’m not as young as I used to be, but it won’t take me long to go again,” the rough burr of his voice burns low in your belly.

“I don’t mind,” you murmur, tilting your head back to look at him.

He dips his head and kisses you, tongue sliding past your lips. You suck on the slick muscle, throwing your leg over his so you can grind your cum filled pussy against his soft cock.

“Naughty girl,” he chuckles against your mouth.

“You said you’d make me a mommy,” you tease back.

Mr. Kennedy manhandles you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs. His cock kicks against your messy cunt and he kisses you heatedly. 

Stepping into the lodge, your eyes take in all the woodsy Christmas decor. It’s kinda cute, you think—brows wrinkling when you catch sight of the fake light up noses on the mounted deer heads lining the wall. Well… maybe not that cute. Checking in with the bubbly woman manning the reception desk, you step away and head over to the elevator and stairwell.

A man bumps into you, thick bicep clipping your arm and making you stumble with your luggage. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He winces, reaching out to grasp your elbow. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay.” You turn to offer him a polite smile and are a little dumbfounded by how attractive this stranger looks.

He’s older than you, crows feet and wrinkles adorning his face with a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. A small, white scar kisses the apple of his right cheek, nearly shielded by the hair hanging down over his face. You catch a glimpse of a few silver hairs interspersed with the sandy strands.

He grins sheepishly, fine cheekbones drawing your eye. “I’d feel better if you let me buy you a drink in apology.” 

You laugh. “Okay then, let me drop my bags off at my room, and I’ll meet you at the bar in twenty minutes?”

His brows raise in surprise but his grin widens, crows feet deepening. “Alright, sounds good. See you there.” 

Giving you a nod, he walks off further into the lodge, leaving you near the elevators. You smile to yourself and take the first open lift, rolling your luggage in quickly before the doors shut. A giddy feeling of excitement bubbles in your chest like carbonation. It’s not like you to accept an invitation on such a whim, but it’s your vacation and you want to do something different. Something fun. 

The elevator dings and you step out onto the second floor, wheeling your bag down the spacious hall to your room. Entering, you give it a quick glance, taking in the open space and soft bed in the center. The window across from the doorway lets in plenty of natural light, the setting sun painting the snow trailing outside the pane a buttery gold.

It doesn’t take you long to get settled in—all that needed to be done was place your toiletries in the bathroom and hang up your clothes in the little side closet. A cursory look at yourself in the mirror by the door shows a young woman dressed more for comfort than seduction. You smooth down some flyaway hairs and pop on some chapstick. Puckering your lips, you give yourself a silly kiss and laugh.

This holiday you’ve promised yourself to just enjoy yourself. No responsibilities, no worries, and no expectations. It’ll be tough to break your anxious mindset of overthinking every single thing—but having a drink with a handsome stranger is a great start. Double checking to make sure you have your phone, wallet, and room key, you lock your door behind you and head back downstairs to the bar.

The man from before catches your eye with a little hand gesture as soon as you step from the lobby into the restaurant. You wave back and make your way over to the booth he’s seated in, facing the entrance in an obvious way. It makes you feel warm, knowing he was waiting for you.

“Hi,” he greets you, standing up from his seat. “I thought I’d wait on you before ordering anything.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to, but thank you.”

As soon as you sit, a man bustles over to the table, quickly taking your orders and hustling over to the bar. 

“He seems a bit frazzled,” you wonder out loud. 

“Busy time of year I’m sure. I’m Leon, by the way,” the man holds out a hand. 

Smiling, you introduce yourself and accept his handshake. The waiter places the drinks on the table and slips away to check on other guests.

“What brings you out here?” Leon picks up his lager and takes a generous sip.

You watch the tendons flex in his hand, noticing the calloused skin stretched across his knuckles.

“Vacation.” You mimic his movements and take a careful drink of your own hot cider. “What about you?”

“Same.” He gives you an easy grin. “Decided to skip out on the work and drama of the holidays.”

You laugh softly. “I totally get what you mean. It’s a bit of a relief to know I’m on my own time.”

“Exactly.” 

You both fall into easy conversation, trading anecdotes on your lives that keeps the other amused. After explaining about your day job, you find out Leon works in the government sector—as a contractor of sorts. It’s simple and nice, and before either of you realize it, the bar is closing for the night.

The waiter stops by one last time with the check, and Leon waves away your efforts to pay for your drinks.

“Can’t let such a lovely lady foot the bill. Consider it a gift,” he teases. 

That makes you laugh out loud, the warmth of his attention and the cider melding into a deliciously sweet glow. You feel a pang of sadness to think your time together is drawing to a close. Watching Leon sign his name on the receipt, you see him place his card back into his wallet and turn his attention back to you. He runs his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous for the first time since you’ve started talking.

“I know this sounds like a bad pick up line, but would you wanna meet up again? I’m here for the week, and it’d be nice to have company. You’re, uh, easy to talk to.” His lips quirk, giving him a nervous tilt to his mouth.

“Um, sure,” your voice cracks and you clear your throat—embarrassment creeping into your tone. “I’m having a good time with you, too.”

He smiles, a boyish grin that hints at what he looked like when he was younger. “Would you like to meet here for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” you agree readily.

“It’s a date then,” he says, and it makes you feel toasty inside.

The walk to the elevator is chummy, with Leon telling you dad jokes that have no business being as funny as they are; you part ways once the lift stops on your floor, Leon giving you a little wave as you step off while he continues on to the third floor. Once you’re back inside your room, you quickly shower and change into your comfy Christmas pajama’s (Snoopy’s wearing little Santa hats). Shutting off the lights, you crawl into bed and fall asleep while staring at the snow falling outside the window.

The next couple of days pass by in a blur; you explore the little town a few miles away from the lodge, visiting the quaint shops and buying a couple of souvenirs for yourself. The evenings are spent with Leon, at the same booth where you introduced yourselves, talking and laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s the best vacation you can remember taking in forever.

The morning of Christmas Eve dawns as bright as usual. You find yourself dressing warm for the short journey through the snow back into town—wanting to pick up a last minute gift for Leon. You saw it in the window on your walk back the other afternoon, and you just decided to bite the bullet and get it for him. If he doesn’t like it, you’ll keep it with your other souvenirs. 

Stopping out front of the store, a pleased smile crosses your face. The etched bourbon glass still sits in the place you last saw it. It doesn’t take you long to make the purchase, but the storekeep ropes you into a conversation about Christmas movies and before you know it, the day has tipped over into a golden afternoon. Bidding the sweet elderly man goodbye, you start the frosty walk back up to the lodge.

The snow picks up on the last half of your trek, but luckily, you get to your room with plenty of time for you to change out of your damp clothes into something more comfortable. Grabbing Leon’s gift, you make your way down to the restaurant, nerves jittery. You catch his eye when entering the room, sending him a quick smile as you pick you way through the crowded space to reach the booth.

“Hi.” Leon moves to stand up, like he always does when you join him, but you quickly sit before he can do much more than twist his torso. 

“Hi,” you reply, a little breathless. “Kinda packed out tonight, huh?”

“Think they’re doing a Christmas Eve party or something.” He glances around. “Heard a couple of people talking about it as they passed by.”

“Oh, okay.” You fidget in place before placing the gift bag in front of him on the table. “So, I hope it’s not weird of me, but I got you something.”

His eyes soften in a way that makes your heart trip over itself.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmurs. “But thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”

He pulls out the crinkled tissue paper and reaches into the bag. Pulling out the glass, he grins crookedly over at you before looking back down at his gift. 

“I feel like you know me too well for such a short time,” he laughs, lifting the glass up to catch the light.

You practically beam at him, smile wide across your face. “You like it then?”

“Yes. I do.” He reaches across and takes one of your hands in his own, squeezing it gently.

A perky waitress deems that moment worthy of interrupting and steps up to the table to ask your orders. Since it’s Christmas Eve, you both decide on the special that she rattled off at the beginning. Once she leaves, Leon places his gift to the side and draws you into pleasant conversation.

The evening zips by and it seems like in just a blink, the restaurant is slowly clearing out leaving only small pockets of people a little more jovial than when they arrived. Leon helps you up from the booth, keeping his arm around you as he leads you both out into the lobby. He stops next to the Christmas tree on display. You take in the huge fir tree—lit with multicolored lights, silver tensil strung across its boughs with a brightly lit star topping it all off.

“Hey, uh, would you want to join me in my room?” You glance over at Leon and see him looking up at the tree. When you don’t reply he shifts his gaze to you. “Seems a shame to end the night already. And, I’ve got a killer mini bar—fully stocked.” He drags out the last words in a playful tone that has you giggling. 

“Sure, that sounds nice.”

A boyish grin pulls the corners of his lips up and he chuckles happily. “Okay. Well, right this way, then.”

Moving his arm to link through yours, Leon guides you away from the tree and over to the elevators. A shy quiet surrounds the two of you, but it’s filled more with anticipation than any awkwardness. Arriving at the third floor, Leon walks you down to his room at the far end of the hallway. Swinging open the door, he allows you to enter first and then follows after.

“Your room has a fireplace?” You gasp out, surprised and delighted. 

“Yeah, I splurged a little and upgraded my suite.” He runs his hand through his hair—a nervous tic that you’ve picked up on in the few days you’ve known him. 

“I’m so jealous,” you rib, making your way to the couch near the fireplace.

“That was my plan all along,” he jokes back, placing your gift down on the dresser. “Want me to get a fire going?”

You bite your lip. “If you don’t mind? I don’t want to put you out or anything though.”

“I don’t mind. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

You hum in want of a reply as he kneels next to the hearth and builds a fire. Once the kindling catches and a nice rosy flame flares up, he settles onto the couch next to you. 

“This is nice,” you sigh, basking in the heat from the fire and the warm body next to you.

“You’re nice,” he murmurs near your ear, making you turn toward him.

His blue eyes seem darker than before and they drop down to your lips. He cups your jaw and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. Butterflies take flight and your stomach swoops in nervous excitement. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Leon dips his head and brushes his mouth softly across yours. The rasp of his stubble makes your body tingle pleasantly. You chase after his lips and kiss him harder, mouth parting wetly with a sigh. His tongue glides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth to swipe across your own. He continues to cup your face, but his free hand drops down to grip your waist. Your kisses get sloppier.. deeper.. wetter. Pressing the dough of your thighs together, you try to alleviate the ache in your clit. 

Moaning, you twist to face him more easily and he pulls back with a chuckle.

“Hang on, sweetheart. I have an idea.”

He pulls you back to lay against his chest—between the spread vee of his legs—allowing you both to gaze into the crackling fire. Leon presses kisses against your neck, and it sends chills down your arms. His tongue licks the shell of your ear and trails down to your lobe, pulling the delicate skin into his mouth with soft suction. You whine and wiggle back against him, feeling his cock throb against your ass.

“Patience,” he croons. “Gonna get that pussy nice and wet before burying my face between your thighs.”

“Oh, god,” you gasp, sinking back against him until there’s no space left.

His hands move from lazily tracing patterns against your belly through your shirt to slipping down past the band of your comfy sweats and your panties. Leon’s hand cups your pussy, fingers lightly petting against your cunt lips.

“Oh, such a soft, warm, little pussy,” he rumbles. “Mmm, and she’s already wet for me.”

His fingers dip into your cunt and pull away to smear slick across your pussy lips. You squirm and he hums again, a reassuring note that has you settling down. His fingers trace the same nonsensical patterns against your slit from earlier, dragging the digits across the soft skin of your cunt. He pets your curls, gently tugging on your pubic hair until you squirm again. Chuckling, his fingers soothe against your mound, and then taps a staccato beat on your swollen clit.

“Let’s get these clothes off so I can see that lovely cunt.” 

Your hole flutters around nothing as he kisses a spot right behind your ear. Lifting your hips up, he leans forward—chest staying pressed against your back—and helps you slip your clothes off until you’re bare from the waist down.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, dragging you back tighter against him, his arm a warm band underneath your breasts. He pets across your mound, teasing your curls. “Mmm, sweetheart, I could just…”

“Eat.” He lightly slaps your cunt and you whine.

“You.” Another slap to your wet slit.

“Up.” He lands one last slap to your pudgy bud, and your hips jump up into his hand.

“Leon,” you moan, hands fluttering at your side until you allow them to dig into his muscled forearm holding you in place.

“I know,” he simpers, fingers slowly circling your clit before slapping it with the pads of his first two fingers. “Who knew such a sweet girl had such a hungry little pussy.”

A high keening whine slips from your mouth, head falling back to rest against Leon’s shoulder. He chuckles, the sound reverberating through your back. His fingers spread your cunt lips, webs of slick shining in the firelight.

“She’s crying for me,” he muses, and it sends little bolts of arousal to pulse in your clit.

His fingers ghost across your leaking hole  and you mewl. Chuckling at how needy you sound, he pinches your pussy lips before brushing a thumb across your pudgy bud. Your thighs shake with the effort to keep them open, body needing to move—wanting him to touch you more.

Leon’s palm presses down on the hood of your clit, dipping his middle and ring fingers into your hole. You buck up into his palm, panting at the pressure on your clit. 

“You need it, don’t you?” He murmurs, fingers stroking your walls before curling and rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of finally having something in you.

Scissoring his fingers inside your snug cunt, he slowly slides them in and out of your clenching hole. He pulls his fingers out to smear slick across your sensitive bundle of nerves before pressing them back inside. You lose yourself to the pressure of his fingers stretching your cunt until he finally pulls his hand completely away. 

Bleary eyes take in the movement of his hand as it moves past your face—you then hear him suck his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good. Think it’s time I kiss that soft, pretty pussy.”

Shuffling you both around, he kneels on the rug in front of the couch with your legs splayed open in front of him.

“C’mon don’t be shy,” he teases, kissing your knee and helping you scoot down until your ass is on the edge of the cushion. “There we go, fuck, you look so good.”

His warm palms keep your thighs pressed open as he ducks his head down, licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Kissing across your cunt lips, he hums a pleased note. The dough of your thighs tremble underneath his hands as you moan over and over with every sloppy kiss and lick to your pussy. Tongue parting your slit, he teasingly presses the tip into your dripping hole. He changes course and runs the slick muscle up your slit before circling your pudgy bud.

“I was right,” he mutters, kissing your clit. “So fucking soft, got the most perfect little pussy.”

Another wave of arousal washes over you, slick leaking from your hole as he suckles your clit back into his hot mouth. Letting go of your swollen bud with a wet pop, he kisses your pussy all over, dragging his lips up and down your slit, running his nose across your puffy clit with every bob of his head. His scruff rubs against your soft cunt lips, in direct contrast to his hot tongue, making your body twitch.

As the seconds drag on into minutes, your body climbs closer and closer to orgasm. Leon’s strong, calloused hands squeeze the fat of your thighs and you mewl needily, your hands reaching down to tangle in his mussed hair. His tongue flutters inside your hole and you moan high in your throat, hips writhing against his hungry mouth. Pulling his lips away with a loud schlick, he sits back on his haunches, making your hands draw away, while his thumbs rub the skin of your thighs.

“W-Why did you stop?” Your breath gusts from your mouth, feeling on edge and unsatisfied. Your hole clenches around nothing, body tight with tension, hands now gripping the cushion on either side of your hips.

“Let’s move this to the bed. I’m ready to stuff your cute cunt, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

He helps you to your feet, hands groping your ass and making you giggle a little deliriously. As you make your way over to the bed, Leon helps you slip off your top and bra leaving you totally nude. He nudges you up onto the soft sheets as he strips down to nothing and joins you. You take in his toned body, stomach a little soft but no less attractive. Scars crisscross his chest and ribs, your fingers twitching to trace them. His cock is so pretty, you think—flushed a rosy pink, his tip dripping and pearlescent in the light of the fire.

Leon boxes you under his body, cock leaving a sticky trail of precum along your inner thigh. Kissing you heatedly, he rocks his hips down to grind his dick against your wet pussy. You card your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp and hearing a low rumble from his throat. His tongue slips past your lips to glide alongside yours, teasing you to kiss him harder.

Arching your back, you rub your body against his, nerves alight and tingling. He slowly grinds his hips against yours, smearing slick and precum between your thighs and all over his cock. You gasp and whine between his kisses, hands scrabbling against his neck and shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. His tip glides between your pussy lips and you both let out guttaral sounding moans.

“Hang on a sec,” he murmurs against your lips, slipping from the bed to rifle in his bag on the floor.

Rejoining you, you notice the shiny foil clasped in his hand.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be into barebacking.” His words makes you smile up at him.

“Thanks.” You wrap your hand around the nape of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. 

“Although,” he breathes out between kisses. “I definitely wouldn’t mind it. Would love to feel your hungry little pussy on my bare cock.”

You mewl into his mouth, back arching to press your tits against his chest. He shudders and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he deepens the kiss. His beard is rough on your softer skin, but it only makes you wetter. One of his hands comes between your bodies to tug and pinch your nipples. More slick leaks from your pussy, dripping down onto the comforter.

Leon plays with your nipples until they ache in the best way, leaving your breasts feeling heavy and full.Finally pulling away from your mouth, he sits back enough to tear open the condom packet and slide it down his thick length. Leon grips the base of his dick and smacks it down on your pussy, right across your clit. Moaning, you roll your hips upward, wanting more. 

“Ready?”

At your nod, he clicks his tongue. “Use your words, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”

“Please, Leon, I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” he croons, using his thumb to press the head of his cock down to your entrance.

He glides the tip of his cock in and out of your cunt, your hole clenching down on him with every teasing thrust. 

“Should I drag it out? Hmm?” He ruts his cock back and forth, never slipping more than the tip into your pussy. 

Groaning, he grips the base and guides his cock to smack your slit. Your neck lifts, angling so you can stare down your body at where he rubs his condom covered dick across the swell of your clit. Whining, you paw at his chest, nails scratching at his pecs. 

“Leon, please, I want it, fill me up,” you beg, head falling down onto the bed. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Such a sweet girl,” he coos, notching his cock at your entrance. “Too bad you won’t let me raw your little hole, baby. It’d feel so good.”

Whimpering, you rock your hips up, aching to have him thrust into your fluttering cunt.

“Leon,” his name slips from a plaintive whine to a searing gasp as he sinks into your slick hole.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he groans, settling his hips against yours, cock buried to the hilt inside your silky pussy. “Gripping me so tight. You need this, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled dazedly, pussy spread open by the thick length—stretching you deliciously. Your clit throbs and you realize that you’re moments away from climaxing. “Oh god, Leon, I think I’m g’nna cum.”

“Fuck yes,” he pants, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Cream all over my cock, let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze my dick.”

You’re sure you look like a fish out of water—mouth open and gasping for air—but you feel too good to care. Pussy clamping down on his cock, your back arches and you claw at his biceps, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks.

“Shit,” Leon lets out a choked laugh. “Strangling my cock—fucking hell.”

He stills, cock twitching and hard as he stays snug inside your pulsating cunt, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm before slowly pulling himself out. Leon pinches the tip of the condom and tugs it off, hissing as it wetly clings to his dick.

Your legs and arms flop onto the bedding, body a dichotomous mix of exhausted and wanting. He grins down at your hazy expression.

“Let me go grab another condom,” he says as he begins to climb out of bed. 

“No,” you stumble over the word. “No, uh, I mean I’m fine without it. You can just pull out.”

His eyes widen, but the hungry look he levels at you only deepens as you speak. 

“Yeah? I can fuck that sweet pussy raw?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, tugging him down on top of you. “I wanna feel you.”

He groans, rutting his cock against your sopping wet slit. “But I gotta pull out?”

You nod your head. “Uh huh.”

“But… don’t you wanna know what it’s like to have your hole bred? All that thick, sticky cum just filling you up. Bet you’d loved it, be a cum hungry slut after you got a taste.”

White hot heat spears itself through your core. You roll your hips harder against him, rubbing your clit against the underside of his drippy cock. “D-don’t say that.”

He coos, “I’m only teasing. I don’t mind to pull out.” He leans closer, voice dropping low. “But you can’t tell me it doesn’t make you wet to think about me creaming your soft little pussy.”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you reach down to press his tip against your hole. “Fuck me, Leon.”

Slowly, he inches his cock inside your sopping wet cunt, groaning and mumbling under his breath until he’s fully seated inside you.

“It’s so—fuck, it’s so good,” he mutters, grinding his hips in half circles. “So much hotter and wetter than I thought. Feels so fucking good on my cock.”

Leon pushes up onto his palms, arms straining as he holds his weight above you and jerkily humps your pussy. His cock sinks into you again and again, rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt as his pelvis teasingly brushes across your swollen and slippery clit.

Whimpering, your hands grip at Leon’s shoulders to keep you grounded in the moment. With every pump of his hips, you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you mewl, wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him even deeper.

He licks into your mouth with a sharp moan before pulling away with a small bite to your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Feels so good,” you pant.

“God, I’m about to lose it,” he groans, hips shifting into quick shallow thrusts that grinds against your g-spot perfectly. “Let go of me, sweetheart, so I can pull out.”

A thrill races down your spine and you tighten your legs where they’re still wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing against his ass.

“But I’m so close,” you mewl, arousal ramping up higher and higher.

“Baby, if you don’t move your legs you’re gonna make me cum inside your tight little hole,” he pants, pupils blown wide. A grin spreads across his face. “Unless… you want a fat load to drip out of this hot, wet pussy.”

Your cunt clenches around him and he laughs, making you whine needily.

“Oh fuck, you do. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cum nice and deep.” He leans down to kiss your neck. “Gotta make sure I breed your sweet cunt the way she wants. She’s just begging for a creampie.”

Your nails scratch lines into his shoulders and he hisses in pleasure, hips pumping his cock faster into your squelching heat. 

“What a dirty girl, not letting me pull out,” he simpers against your ear. “Trying to baby trap me, sweetheart? Make me knock you up.”

“Oh fuck, Leon, that’s,” you moan, not even able to finish your sentence. The thought of him knocking you up snaps that tight band of arousal in your belly and you cum hard.

Neither of you expect it, but it doesn’t stop Leon from fucking you rough and fast. He chases after his own climax, using your cunt to find his own release.

“God, that’s it, fuck, cumming cause you want me to stuff your soft, fat pussy? Fucking so hot,” he growls. “Yes, fucking milk me, milk my cock. Gonna breed you so deep, you’ll be dripping my cum for days.”

He mutters, incoherent to your buzzing ears, and sinks in as far as his cock can go—shooting rope after rope of his thick jizz into your spasming pussy. Moaning, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth as he spurts more cum into your sensitive pussy. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop,” he whines, slowly rutting his dick into your messy cunt. “I’m gonna keep going til it stops, okay? Fuck, just lay back and take it.”

You nod, light headed and turned on. Leon keeps rocking his cock slowly into your cum filled pussy. The sound is obscene, but it only makes it hotter. He groans and hums against your lips, making out with you as he fucks his spend deeper into your used cunt. You’re not sure how much time passes, too cockdrunk and sated to care, before he’s spilling a second load into your pussy. 

“Mmm, good girl, taking it so well,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Fuck, never came so much at one time. Got the perfect fucking pussy. God, just wanna keep stuffing you full of my cum. Would you like that? Wanna stay here and just let me use your soft cunt?”

Shuddering, you moan, “Yesss, god, that sounds so good.”

“I know,” he hums, kissing you again. “Just keep that hole dripping with cum the entire time you’re here.”

Nuzzling into your neck, he continues to drop little kisses all over your throat. Eventually, his cock softens, and he slips out of your wet heat with a sigh. He collapses down into the bed next to you melodramatically, and you giggle, rolling over to snuggle into his side. 

“Wanna take a shower together?” He mumbles into the sheets. 

“Sure,” you yawn, jaw cracking. “But maybe a quick catnap first?”

“Okay.” He pushes up from the mattress and climbs out of bed. “Let me grab a washcloth really quick.”

Disappearing into the emsuite bathroom, you hear the water running for a moment before he pads back into the room. Grabbing your thigh, he parts your legs and pauses for a second. 

“That’s so fucking sexy.” He sucks his bottom into his mouth, eyes taking in the creamy mess between your thighs.

Feeling a little embarrassed, you try to close your legs at his heated gaze. The movement pulls Leon from his staring and he gently runs the warm, damp cloth across your puffy cunt and wet thighs.

“Sorry, got distracted,” he winks, a playful smile overtaking his face. “This okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You meet his smile with one of your own. 

He walks back to the bathroom to toss the cloth into a hamper. Once he makes it back to the bed and you, he pulls you to his chest, dropping kisses across your cheeks and jaw.

“This is the best Christmas I could’ve asked for,” he mumbles against your temple, sleep slurring his voice.

“I was thinking the same thing,” you whisper, kissing his chin. 

Stepping into the lodge, your eyes take in all the woodsy Christmas decor. It’s kinda cute, you think—brows wrinkling when you catch sight of the fake light up noses on the mounted deer heads lining the wall. Well… maybe not that cute. Checking in with the bubbly woman manning the reception desk, you step away and head over to the elevator and stairwell.

A man bumps into you, thick bicep clipping your arm and making you stumble with your luggage. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He winces, reaching out to grasp your elbow. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay.” You turn to offer him a polite smile and are a little dumbfounded by how attractive this stranger looks.

He’s older than you, crows feet and wrinkles adorning his face with a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. A small, white scar kisses the apple of his right cheek, nearly shielded by the hair hanging down over his face. You catch a glimpse of a few silver hairs interspersed with the sandy strands.

He grins sheepishly, fine cheekbones drawing your eye. “I’d feel better if you let me buy you a drink in apology.” 

You laugh. “Okay then, let me drop my bags off at my room, and I’ll meet you at the bar in twenty minutes?”

His brows raise in surprise but his grin widens, crows feet deepening. “Alright, sounds good. See you there.” 

Giving you a nod, he walks off further into the lodge, leaving you near the elevators. You smile to yourself and take the first open lift, rolling your luggage in quickly before the doors shut. A giddy feeling of excitement bubbles in your chest like carbonation. It’s not like you to accept an invitation on such a whim, but it’s your vacation and you want to do something different. Something fun. 

The elevator dings and you step out onto the second floor, wheeling your bag down the spacious hall to your room. Entering, you give it a quick glance, taking in the open space and soft bed in the center. The window across from the doorway lets in plenty of natural light, the setting sun painting the snow trailing outside the pane a buttery gold.

It doesn’t take you long to get settled in—all that needed to be done was place your toiletries in the bathroom and hang up your clothes in the little side closet. A cursory look at yourself in the mirror by the door shows a young woman dressed more for comfort than seduction. You smooth down some flyaway hairs and pop on some chapstick. Puckering your lips, you give yourself a silly kiss and laugh.

This holiday you’ve promised yourself to just enjoy yourself. No responsibilities, no worries, and no expectations. It’ll be tough to break your anxious mindset of overthinking every single thing—but having a drink with a handsome stranger is a great start. Double checking to make sure you have your phone, wallet, and room key, you lock your door behind you and head back downstairs to the bar.

The man from before catches your eye with a little hand gesture as soon as you step from the lobby into the restaurant. You wave back and make your way over to the booth he’s seated in, facing the entrance in an obvious way. It makes you feel warm, knowing he was waiting for you.

“Hi,” he greets you, standing up from his seat. “I thought I’d wait on you before ordering anything.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to, but thank you.”

As soon as you sit, a man bustles over to the table, quickly taking your orders and hustling over to the bar. 

“He seems a bit frazzled,” you wonder out loud. 

“Busy time of year I’m sure. I’m Leon, by the way,” the man holds out a hand. 

Smiling, you introduce yourself and accept his handshake. The waiter places the drinks on the table and slips away to check on other guests.

“What brings you out here?” Leon picks up his lager and takes a generous sip.

You watch the tendons flex in his hand, noticing the calloused skin stretched across his knuckles.

“Vacation.” You mimic his movements and take a careful drink of your own hot cider. “What about you?”

“Same.” He gives you an easy grin. “Decided to skip out on the work and drama of the holidays.”

You laugh softly. “I totally get what you mean. It’s a bit of a relief to know I’m on my own time.”

“Exactly.” 

You both fall into easy conversation, trading anecdotes on your lives that keeps the other amused. After explaining about your day job, you find out Leon works in the government sector—as a contractor of sorts. It’s simple and nice, and before either of you realize it, the bar is closing for the night.

The waiter stops by one last time with the check, and Leon waves away your efforts to pay for your drinks.

“Can’t let such a lovely lady foot the bill. Consider it a gift,” he teases. 

That makes you laugh out loud, the warmth of his attention and the cider melding into a deliciously sweet glow. You feel a pang of sadness to think your time together is drawing to a close. Watching Leon sign his name on the receipt, you see him place his card back into his wallet and turn his attention back to you. He runs his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous for the first time since you’ve started talking.

“I know this sounds like a bad pick up line, but would you wanna meet up again? I’m here for the week, and it’d be nice to have company. You’re, uh, easy to talk to.” His lips quirk, giving him a nervous tilt to his mouth.

“Um, sure,” your voice cracks and you clear your throat—embarrassment creeping into your tone. “I’m having a good time with you, too.”

He smiles, a boyish grin that hints at what he looked like when he was younger. “Would you like to meet here for dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” you agree readily.

“It’s a date then,” he says, and it makes you feel toasty inside.

The walk to the elevator is chummy, with Leon telling you dad jokes that have no business being as funny as they are; you part ways once the lift stops on your floor, Leon giving you a little wave as you step off while he continues on to the third floor. Once you’re back inside your room, you quickly shower and change into your comfy Christmas pajama’s (Snoopy’s wearing little Santa hats). Shutting off the lights, you crawl into bed and fall asleep while staring at the snow falling outside the window.

The next couple of days pass by in a blur; you explore the little town a few miles away from the lodge, visiting the quaint shops and buying a couple of souvenirs for yourself. The evenings are spent with Leon, at the same booth where you introduced yourselves, talking and laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s the best vacation you can remember taking in forever.

The morning of Christmas Eve dawns as bright as usual. You find yourself dressing warm for the short journey through the snow back into town—wanting to pick up a last minute gift for Leon. You saw it in the window on your walk back the other afternoon, and you just decided to bite the bullet and get it for him. If he doesn’t like it, you’ll keep it with your other souvenirs. 

Stopping out front of the store, a pleased smile crosses your face. The etched bourbon glass still sits in the place you last saw it. It doesn’t take you long to make the purchase, but the storekeep ropes you into a conversation about Christmas movies and before you know it, the day has tipped over into a golden afternoon. Bidding the sweet elderly man goodbye, you start the frosty walk back up to the lodge.

The snow picks up on the last half of your trek, but luckily, you get to your room with plenty of time for you to change out of your damp clothes into something more comfortable. Grabbing Leon’s gift, you make your way down to the restaurant, nerves jittery. You catch his eye when entering the room, sending him a quick smile as you pick you way through the crowded space to reach the booth.

“Hi.” Leon moves to stand up, like he always does when you join him, but you quickly sit before he can do much more than twist his torso. 

“Hi,” you reply, a little breathless. “Kinda packed out tonight, huh?”

“Think they’re doing a Christmas Eve party or something.” He glances around. “Heard a couple of people talking about it as they passed by.”

“Oh, okay.” You fidget in place before placing the gift bag in front of him on the table. “So, I hope it’s not weird of me, but I got you something.”

His eyes soften in a way that makes your heart trip over itself.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmurs. “But thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”

He pulls out the crinkled tissue paper and reaches into the bag. Pulling out the glass, he grins crookedly over at you before looking back down at his gift. 

“I feel like you know me too well for such a short time,” he laughs, lifting the glass up to catch the light.

You practically beam at him, smile wide across your face. “You like it then?”

“Yes. I do.” He reaches across and takes one of your hands in his own, squeezing it gently.

A perky waitress deems that moment worthy of interrupting and steps up to the table to ask your orders. Since it’s Christmas Eve, you both decide on the special that she rattled off at the beginning. Once she leaves, Leon places his gift to the side and draws you into pleasant conversation.

The evening zips by and it seems like in just a blink, the restaurant is slowly clearing out leaving only small pockets of people a little more jovial than when they arrived. Leon helps you up from the booth, keeping his arm around you as he leads you both out into the lobby. He stops next to the Christmas tree on display. You take in the huge fir tree—lit with multicolored lights, silver tensil strung across its boughs with a brightly lit star topping it all off.

“Hey, uh, would you want to join me in my room?” You glance over at Leon and see him looking up at the tree. When you don’t reply he shifts his gaze to you. “Seems a shame to end the night already. And, I’ve got a killer mini bar—fully stocked.” He drags out the last words in a playful tone that has you giggling. 

“Sure, that sounds nice.”

A boyish grin pulls the corners of his lips up and he chuckles happily. “Okay. Well, right this way, then.”

Moving his arm to link through yours, Leon guides you away from the tree and over to the elevators. A shy quiet surrounds the two of you, but it’s filled more with anticipation than any awkwardness. Arriving at the third floor, Leon walks you down to his room at the far end of the hallway. Swinging open the door, he allows you to enter first and then follows after.

“Your room has a fireplace?” You gasp out, surprised and delighted. 

“Yeah, I splurged a little and upgraded my suite.” He runs his hand through his hair—a nervous tic that you’ve picked up on in the few days you’ve known him. 

“I’m so jealous,” you rib, making your way to the couch near the fireplace.

“That was my plan all along,” he jokes back, placing your gift down on the dresser. “Want me to get a fire going?”

You bite your lip. “If you don’t mind? I don’t want to put you out or anything though.”

“I don’t mind. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

You hum in want of a reply as he kneels next to the hearth and builds a fire. Once the kindling catches and a nice rosy flame flares up, he settles onto the couch next to you. 

“This is nice,” you sigh, basking in the heat from the fire and the warm body next to you.

“You’re nice,” he murmurs near your ear, making you turn toward him.

His blue eyes seem darker than before and they drop down to your lips. He cups your jaw and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. Butterflies take flight and your stomach swoops in nervous excitement. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Leon dips his head and brushes his mouth softly across yours. The rasp of his stubble makes your body tingle pleasantly. You chase after his lips and kiss him harder, mouth parting wetly with a sigh. His tongue glides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth to swipe across your own. He continues to cup your face, but his free hand drops down to grip your waist. Your kisses get sloppier.. deeper.. wetter. Pressing the dough of your thighs together, you try to alleviate the ache in your clit. 

Moaning, you twist to face him more easily and he pulls back with a chuckle.

“Hang on, sweetheart. I have an idea.”

He pulls you back to lay against his chest—between the spread vee of his legs—allowing you both to gaze into the crackling fire. Leon presses kisses against your neck, and it sends chills down your arms. His tongue licks the shell of your ear and trails down to your lobe, pulling the delicate skin into his mouth with soft suction. You whine and wiggle back against him, feeling his cock throb against your ass.

“Patience,” he croons. “Gonna get that pussy nice and wet before burying my face between your thighs.”

“Oh, god,” you gasp, sinking back against him until there’s no space left.

His hands move from lazily tracing patterns against your belly through your shirt to slipping down past the band of your comfy sweats and your panties. Leon’s hand cups your pussy, fingers lightly petting against your cunt lips.

“Oh, such a soft, warm, little pussy,” he rumbles. “Mmm, and she’s already wet for me.”

His fingers dip into your cunt and pull away to smear slick across your pussy lips. You squirm and he hums again, a reassuring note that has you settling down. His fingers trace the same nonsensical patterns against your slit from earlier, dragging the digits across the soft skin of your cunt. He pets your curls, gently tugging on your pubic hair until you squirm again. Chuckling, his fingers soothe against your mound, and then taps a staccato beat on your swollen clit.

“Let’s get these clothes off so I can see that lovely cunt.” 

Your hole flutters around nothing as he kisses a spot right behind your ear. Lifting your hips up, he leans forward—chest staying pressed against your back—and helps you slip your clothes off until you’re bare from the waist down.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, dragging you back tighter against him, his arm a warm band underneath your breasts. He pets across your mound, teasing your curls. “Mmm, sweetheart, I could just…”

“Eat.” He lightly slaps your cunt and you whine.

“You.” Another slap to your wet slit.

“Up.” He lands one last slap to your pudgy bud, and your hips jump up into his hand.

“Leon,” you moan, hands fluttering at your side until you allow them to dig into his muscled forearm holding you in place.

“I know,” he simpers, fingers slowly circling your clit before slapping it with the pads of his first two fingers. “Who knew such a sweet girl had such a hungry little pussy.”

A high keening whine slips from your mouth, head falling back to rest against Leon’s shoulder. He chuckles, the sound reverberating through your back. His fingers spread your cunt lips, webs of slick shining in the firelight.

“She’s crying for me,” he muses, and it sends little bolts of arousal to pulse in your clit.

His fingers ghost across your leaking hole  and you mewl. Chuckling at how needy you sound, he pinches your pussy lips before brushing a thumb across your pudgy bud. Your thighs shake with the effort to keep them open, body needing to move—wanting him to touch you more.

Leon’s palm presses down on the hood of your clit, dipping his middle and ring fingers into your hole. You buck up into his palm, panting at the pressure on your clit. 

“You need it, don’t you?” He murmurs, fingers stroking your walls before curling and rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of finally having something in you.

Scissoring his fingers inside your snug cunt, he slowly slides them in and out of your clenching hole. He pulls his fingers out to smear slick across your sensitive bundle of nerves before pressing them back inside. You lose yourself to the pressure of his fingers stretching your cunt until he finally pulls his hand completely away. 

Bleary eyes take in the movement of his hand as it moves past your face—you then hear him suck his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good. Think it’s time I kiss that soft, pretty pussy.”

Shuffling you both around, he kneels on the rug in front of the couch with your legs splayed open in front of him.

“C’mon don’t be shy,” he teases, kissing your knee and helping you scoot down until your ass is on the edge of the cushion. “There we go, fuck, you look so good.”

His warm palms keep your thighs pressed open as he ducks his head down, licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Kissing across your cunt lips, he hums a pleased note. The dough of your thighs tremble underneath his hands as you moan over and over with every sloppy kiss and lick to your pussy. Tongue parting your slit, he teasingly presses the tip into your dripping hole. He changes course and runs the slick muscle up your slit before circling your pudgy bud.

“I was right,” he mutters, kissing your clit. “So fucking soft, got the most perfect little pussy.”

Another wave of arousal washes over you, slick leaking from your hole as he suckles your clit back into his hot mouth. Letting go of your swollen bud with a wet pop, he kisses your pussy all over, dragging his lips up and down your slit, running his nose across your puffy clit with every bob of his head. His scruff rubs against your soft cunt lips, in direct contrast to his hot tongue, making your body twitch.

As the seconds drag on into minutes, your body climbs closer and closer to orgasm. Leon’s strong, calloused hands squeeze the fat of your thighs and you mewl needily, your hands reaching down to tangle in his mussed hair. His tongue flutters inside your hole and you moan high in your throat, hips writhing against his hungry mouth. Pulling his lips away with a loud schlick, he sits back on his haunches, making your hands draw away, while his thumbs rub the skin of your thighs.

“W-Why did you stop?” Your breath gusts from your mouth, feeling on edge and unsatisfied. Your hole clenches around nothing, body tight with tension, hands now gripping the cushion on either side of your hips.

“Let’s move this to the bed. I’m ready to stuff your cute cunt, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

He helps you to your feet, hands groping your ass and making you giggle a little deliriously. As you make your way over to the bed, Leon helps you slip off your top and bra leaving you totally nude. He nudges you up onto the soft sheets as he strips down to nothing and joins you. You take in his toned body, stomach a little soft but no less attractive. Scars crisscross his chest and ribs, your fingers twitching to trace them. His cock is so pretty, you think—flushed a rosy pink, his tip dripping and pearlescent in the light of the fire.

Leon boxes you under his body, cock leaving a sticky trail of precum along your inner thigh. Kissing you heatedly, he rocks his hips down to grind his dick against your wet pussy. You card your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp and hearing a low rumble from his throat. His tongue slips past your lips to glide alongside yours, teasing you to kiss him harder.

Arching your back, you rub your body against his, nerves alight and tingling. He slowly grinds his hips against yours, smearing slick and precum between your thighs and all over his cock. You gasp and whine between his kisses, hands scrabbling against his neck and shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. His tip glides between your pussy lips and you both let out guttaral sounding moans.

“Hang on a sec,” he murmurs against your lips, slipping from the bed to rifle in his bag on the floor.

Rejoining you, you notice the shiny foil clasped in his hand.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be into barebacking.” His words makes you smile up at him.

“Thanks.” You wrap your hand around the nape of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. 

“Although,” he breathes out between kisses. “I definitely wouldn’t mind it. Would love to feel your hungry little pussy on my bare cock.”

You mewl into his mouth, back arching to press your tits against his chest. He shudders and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he deepens the kiss. His beard is rough on your softer skin, but it only makes you wetter. One of his hands comes between your bodies to tug and pinch your nipples. More slick leaks from your pussy, dripping down onto the comforter.

Leon plays with your nipples until they ache in the best way, leaving your breasts feeling heavy and full.Finally pulling away from your mouth, he sits back enough to tear open the condom packet and slide it down his thick length. Leon grips the base of his dick and smacks it down on your pussy, right across your clit. Moaning, you roll your hips upward, wanting more. 

“Ready?”

At your nod, he clicks his tongue. “Use your words, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”

“Please, Leon, I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” he croons, using his thumb to press the head of his cock down to your entrance.

He glides the tip of his cock in and out of your cunt, your hole clenching down on him with every teasing thrust. 

“Should I drag it out? Hmm?” He ruts his cock back and forth, never slipping more than the tip into your pussy. 

Groaning, he grips the base and guides his cock to smack your slit. Your neck lifts, angling so you can stare down your body at where he rubs his condom covered dick across the swell of your clit. Whining, you paw at his chest, nails scratching at his pecs. 

“Leon, please, I want it, fill me up,” you beg, head falling down onto the bed. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Such a sweet girl,” he coos, notching his cock at your entrance. “Too bad you won’t let me raw your little hole, baby. It’d feel so good.”

Whimpering, you rock your hips up, aching to have him thrust into your fluttering cunt.

“Leon,” his name slips from a plaintive whine to a searing gasp as he sinks into your slick hole.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he groans, settling his hips against yours, cock buried to the hilt inside your silky pussy. “Gripping me so tight. You need this, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumbled dazedly, pussy spread open by the thick length—stretching you deliciously. Your clit throbs and you realize that you’re moments away from climaxing. “Oh god, Leon, I think I’m g’nna cum.”

“Fuck yes,” he pants, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Cream all over my cock, let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze my dick.”

You’re sure you look like a fish out of water—mouth open and gasping for air—but you feel too good to care. Pussy clamping down on his cock, your back arches and you claw at his biceps, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks.

“Shit,” Leon lets out a choked laugh. “Strangling my cock—fucking hell.”

He stills, cock twitching and hard as he stays snug inside your pulsating cunt, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm before slowly pulling himself out. Leon pinches the tip of the condom and tugs it off, hissing as it wetly clings to his dick.

Your legs and arms flop onto the bedding, body a dichotomous mix of exhausted and wanting. He grins down at your hazy expression.

“Let me go grab another condom,” he says as he begins to climb out of bed. 

“No,” you stumble over the word. “No, uh, I mean I’m fine without it. You can just pull out.”

His eyes widen, but the hungry look he levels at you only deepens as you speak. 

“Yeah? I can fuck that sweet pussy raw?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, tugging him down on top of you. “I wanna feel you.”

He groans, rutting his cock against your sopping wet slit. “But I gotta pull out?”

You nod your head. “Uh huh.”

“But… don’t you wanna know what it’s like to have your hole bred? All that thick, sticky cum just filling you up. Bet you’d loved it, be a cum hungry slut after you got a taste.”

White hot heat spears itself through your core. You roll your hips harder against him, rubbing your clit against the underside of his drippy cock. “D-don’t say that.”

He coos, “I’m only teasing. I don’t mind to pull out.” He leans closer, voice dropping low. “But you can’t tell me it doesn’t make you wet to think about me creaming your soft little pussy.”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you reach down to press his tip against your hole. “Fuck me, Leon.”

Slowly, he inches his cock inside your sopping wet cunt, groaning and mumbling under his breath until he’s fully seated inside you.

“It’s so—fuck, it’s so good,” he mutters, grinding his hips in half circles. “So much hotter and wetter than I thought. Feels so fucking good on my cock.”

Leon pushes up onto his palms, arms straining as he holds his weight above you and jerkily humps your pussy. His cock sinks into you again and again, rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt as his pelvis teasingly brushes across your swollen and slippery clit.

Whimpering, your hands grip at Leon’s shoulders to keep you grounded in the moment. With every pump of his hips, you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you mewl, wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him even deeper.

He licks into your mouth with a sharp moan before pulling away with a small bite to your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Feels so good,” you pant.

“God, I’m about to lose it,” he groans, hips shifting into quick shallow thrusts that grinds against your g-spot perfectly. “Let go of me, sweetheart, so I can pull out.”

A thrill races down your spine and you tighten your legs where they’re still wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing against his ass.

“But I’m so close,” you mewl, arousal ramping up higher and higher.

“Baby, if you don’t move your legs you’re gonna make me cum inside your tight little hole,” he pants, pupils blown wide. A grin spreads across his face. “Unless… you want a fat load to drip out of this hot, wet pussy.”

Your cunt clenches around him and he laughs, making you whine needily.

“Oh fuck, you do. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cum nice and deep.” He leans down to kiss your neck. “Gotta make sure I breed your sweet cunt the way she wants. She’s just begging for a creampie.”

Your nails scratch lines into his shoulders and he hisses in pleasure, hips pumping his cock faster into your squelching heat. 

“What a dirty girl, not letting me pull out,” he simpers against your ear. “Trying to baby trap me, sweetheart? Make me knock you up.”

“Oh fuck, Leon, that’s,” you moan, not even able to finish your sentence. The thought of him knocking you up snaps that tight band of arousal in your belly and you cum hard.

Neither of you expect it, but it doesn’t stop Leon from fucking you rough and fast. He chases after his own climax, using your cunt to find his own release.

“God, that’s it, fuck, cumming cause you want me to stuff your soft, fat pussy? Fucking so hot,” he growls. “Yes, fucking milk me, milk my cock. Gonna breed you so deep, you’ll be dripping my cum for days.”

He mutters, incoherent to your buzzing ears, and sinks in as far as his cock can go—shooting rope after rope of his thick jizz into your spasming pussy. Moaning, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth as he spurts more cum into your sensitive pussy. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop,” he whines, slowly rutting his dick into your messy cunt. “I’m gonna keep going til it stops, okay? Fuck, just lay back and take it.”

You nod, light headed and turned on. Leon keeps rocking his cock slowly into your cum filled pussy. The sound is obscene, but it only makes it hotter. He groans and hums against your lips, making out with you as he fucks his spend deeper into your used cunt. You’re not sure how much time passes, too cockdrunk and sated to care, before he’s spilling a second load into your pussy. 

“Mmm, good girl, taking it so well,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Fuck, never came so much at one time. Got the perfect fucking pussy. God, just wanna keep stuffing you full of my cum. Would you like that? Wanna stay here and just let me use your soft cunt?”

Shuddering, you moan, “Yesss, god, that sounds so good.”

“I know,” he hums, kissing you again. “Just keep that hole dripping with cum the entire time you’re here.”

Nuzzling into your neck, he continues to drop little kisses all over your throat. Eventually, his cock softens, and he slips out of your wet heat with a sigh. He collapses down into the bed next to you melodramatically, and you giggle, rolling over to snuggle into his side. 

“Wanna take a shower together?” He mumbles into the sheets. 

“Sure,” you yawn, jaw cracking. “But maybe a quick catnap first?”

“Okay.” He pushes up from the mattress and climbs out of bed. “Let me grab a washcloth really quick.”

Disappearing into the emsuite bathroom, you hear the water running for a moment before he pads back into the room. Grabbing your thigh, he parts your legs and pauses for a second. 

“That’s so fucking sexy.” He sucks his bottom into his mouth, eyes taking in the creamy mess between your thighs.

Feeling a little embarrassed, you try to close your legs at his heated gaze. The movement pulls Leon from his staring and he gently runs the warm, damp cloth across your puffy cunt and wet thighs.

“Sorry, got distracted,” he winks, a playful smile overtaking his face. “This okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You meet his smile with one of your own. 

He walks back to the bathroom to toss the cloth into a hamper. Once he makes it back to the bed and you, he pulls you to his chest, dropping kisses across your cheeks and jaw.

“This is the best Christmas I could’ve asked for,” he mumbles against your temple, sleep slurring his voice.

“I was thinking the same thing,” you whisper, kissing his chin. 

“C'mon! We're gonna miss our plane!” Your friend Molly shouts as she yanks your arm, dragging you through the crowded airport, nearly causing you to lose the overpriced coffee you just bought. 

“Hey! Don't make me drop my mocha!” You scold her tersely. “We'll get there in time to-” A yelp escapes your mouth as she jerks you even harder. 

“Not with your slow ass dragging me down!” She retorts without missing a single beat. She expertly weaves the both of you though the foot traffic, managing to avoid several collisions, and gets you both to your gate with a few minutes to spare. 

Molly's phone rings for about the fifth time; she had ignored the first four, prioritizing your gate arrival. She lifts the device from her pocket and answers, “hey Dad.” She listens intently. “Yeah, we made it to our gate on time.” She shoots you a teasing glance with a smirk. “No thanks to slowpoke over here.” She laughs into her phone and listens once more to her father. “Yes Dad, we'll call when we land…I know there's a blizzard warning…well you're the one who's gonna have to drive us through it…” She chuckles. “Just chill, Dad. If the storm is too bad, I'm sure the pilot will land us somewhere else, okay?” She smiles softly to herself. “Yeah, Dad, we'll be careful,” she promises. “Love you, too.” She hangs up the call and replaces the phone in her pocket. She chuckles and shakes her head. “Dad worries too much.”

“Least your dad gives a shit about you,” you reply bitterly. Your parents were always galavanting around the globe, leaving you to be raised by a nanny. Granted, she was a pretty good nanny, but feeling abandoned by your parents isn't something a nanny can alleviate. Even this Christmas, they're away in Japan. You sigh, silently berating yourself for letting your past cloud your holiday spirit. You sip your coffee, allowing the chocolatey flavor to bring you back to the present. 

Molly frowns slightly. She pats your shoulder gently. “Hey, I'm sorry things suck with your parents. Try not to think too much about them. My dad has a ton of cool stuff at his place. There's a hot tub, a pool table, a big screen TV, tons of movies, and loads of food! It's gonna be awesome!”

A weak smile returns to your face. “Thanks, Molls,” you reply. She grins and grabs your hand with hers, swinging them both playfully. 

Finally, the attendant announces that your flight is boarding. You and Molly walk over to get in line. As you take off, you lean back against the head rest and watch through the tiny window as the city disappears behind you, leaving behind the university where you're currently a student and the shitty dorm room you share with Molly and call home right now. 

You haven't been to Molly's since before her parents were divorced. You remember her dad Leon from when he was a rookie cop. He had such a baby face and his light blonde hair gave him that boy-next-door charm. It was kinda cute really. You smile fondly, thinking about the kind gentleman. He was always so sweet and nice. You imagine he's probably let himself go a bit, especially after divorcing his wife. Molly's parents split when she was twelve and Leon has been on his own since. You picture him with a nice dad bod; a little bit of a gut perhaps, maybe a receding hairline. You chuckle to yourself. He's probably just a cute, old papa. 

The flight is long and bumpy, but you land in Molly's home town unscathed. You stretch and groan, the flight having left your body stiff. Rising from your seat, you grab your carry-on bag from overhead storage, trying not to get knocked over by all of the impatient passengers shuffling through the thin aisles toward the exit. After disembarking, you and Molly make the trek to baggage claim, praying your bags made it. 

Forty five minutes later, your suitcases show up and you're both on your way to meet Molly's dad. 

But the one who greets you is not a mere dad-bod Leon like you were expecting; he is a work of art sculpted by the gods. His brown hair swishes around his face, perfectly framing his face, his stubbled, square jaw. His thick arms, his gorgeous eyes leave you stunned and slack jawed. There's not an ounce of pudge on him! He embraces Molly lovingly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Hey, sweetie, you made it!” 

“Hey Dad!” She replies warmly, returning his hug. When they break away, she gestures to you. “Dad, you remember my old friend.” She says your name and he turns his warm gaze to you. You notice the slightest raising of his eyebrows. His eyes travel all along your body, taking in every curve and valley. He breathes in sharply, erotic thoughts swirling around in his mind, unbeknownst to you. 

“You grew up, little lady,” he purrs. He pulls you into his arms under the guise of an old friend greeting another old friend. His embrace encircles you, keeping you tight against him. His body is hard, muscles thick and corded. A nearly imperceptible whimper escapes your lips. You swear you feel his cock twitch against your hip, but you push the thought aside; there's no way he's that interested. Right? He reluctantly releases you. “Let's get you girls home, yeah?” he suggests with a wink and picks up your bags. 

“Dibs on the back seat!” Molly calls out, already eager to stretch across the entire space.

The drive back to Molly's place is treacherous! A blizzard rages on, wind hammering snow and ice against Leon’s truck. You start to wonder if you'll even make it to their home - and if there's even a home left to get to! But you don't know Leon nowadays. The young man you once knew as a shy, inexperienced rookie was now one of the most decorated agents in the world. He holds the steering wheel like he's simply driving through a sunny, summer afternoon, not a single speck of white on his knuckles. Noticing your distress, he gently lays his hand on your knee, the contact lighting a fire in your belly. He leans over and murmurs in your ear, “don't worry sweetheart; I'll keep you safe. I promise.” His deep, baritone voice moistens your panties. You find yourself fantasizing about him the rest of the drive. Before you know it, he's pulling into the driveway of his modest home. “Alright, ladies. We made it through the worst part! Now let's go start your vacation!”

You eagerly hurry inside the warm house, appreciating the sparse but still notable Christmas decorations. Leon leads you up to the guest room where you'll be staying. He gently lays your suitcase on a chair next to the bed. “There's an electric blanket on the bed if you get cold. Since this room is in the corner of the house, it gets pretty chilly sometimes.”

“Or I could just crawl in with you,” you reply without thinking as you begin unpacking. Your eyes widen as you realize the racy thought made it past your brain-mouth filter and you said the words out loud. You spin around and look at him, determined to back pedal like your life depends on it. “That is…well, I mean…I just…I didn't…” Of course now the words don't come out. He chuckles softly and approaches you with slow, measured steps. 

“Sweetheart, I'm flattered. You can crawl in with me any time,” he purrs and leans down, pressing a teasing kiss to your neck. He turns around and strolls out, no doubt to help Molly get settled in. His words leave your mouth dry and your panties soaked. Fuck, how are you supposed to survive two weeks with a man who looks like a sex god? Unable to focus, you decide to take a shower and ‘take care of yourself’ while Leon and Molly are busy unpacking. You turn on the shower and watch the steam fill the small bathroom. You undress and step inside, settling yourself on the stall floor. You spread your legs wide and begin rubbing your clit slowly, imagining Leon's strong hands doing the job for you. The hot stream of water patters gently against your back. Soft moans rise through your lips as your pleasure begins to build. You picture Leon on top of you, all over you, thrusting hard and deep inside your untouched vault. Tingles fill your body and the tightness in your lower abdomen intensifies more and more until - OH! Your orgasm crashes over you, pussy walls spasming and clenching around nothing. As you come down from your high, you feel more centered, but not as satisfied as you'd hoped. 

After drying off and getting dressed in comfy sweats, you head downstairs to the sound of a crackling fireplace and the low volume hum of the TV. Leon smiles and greets you with a cup of hot cocoa, brim bursting with marshmallows. “Careful, it's hot,” he warns gently. 

Yeah it is…

“Thanks, Leon,” you reply, blush creeping up on your cheeks. You gratefully accept the mug. The cocoa is rich, more so than sweet, but the marshmallow complements it perfectly, better than a sweeter chocolate with even more sugar. “This is perfect!” you exclaim. Leon gives you a warm, decadent smile, lips tantalizingly kissable. You return your attention to the hot, comfort beverage in your hands.

Molly sits curled up on the couch, cocoa in one hand, phone in the other, no doubt sporting the latest social media app on its screen. 

“You ladies up for a movie?” Leon asks, hoping to bring the three of you together for something fun. 

Half way through your chosen cheesy Christmas flick, the power goes out, likely due to the blizzard raging outside, earning a collective gasp from the room. “Don't worry,” Leon begins, “this is why I have a fireplace.” He stands and grabs another log, laying it on the crackling flames to ensure adequate heat. 

The three of you sit together on the couch and talk, soaking up the warmth of the hearth, late into the night. Eventually, Molly decides to go to bed, leaving you alone with Leon…

He scoots a little closer to you. “So, how many boyfriends you got back at the University?” Leon teases, arm resting over the back of the couch behind you. 

You suppress a childish giggle, but the blushing smile can't be stopped. Leon leans in closer, his thick arm slowly moving toward your shoulder. “None,” you answer coyly. 

Leon, though genuinely surprised, overexaggerates his shock. “Now that can't possibly be true.”

You chuckle softly. “It is!” His hand finds its way to your shoulder, thumb absent-mindedly stroking you. Tingles burst from the point of contact and radiate through your body.

“You're so damn beautiful, you know that?” he purrs, leaning in closer. Your eyes slip closed and you nibble your lower lip in anticipation. 

You whimper hungrily, moaning when his lips finally meet your neck. “That's it baby, just relax and let Daddy take care of you.” He nibbles and sucks on your neck, his words igniting a Daddy kink inside you you never knew about. 

“F-fuck…” you moan, panties getting soaked from his assault on your neck and his erotic words. 

“You like that baby girl? You want me to be your daddy?” Leon purrs, free hand sliding up your rib cage to cup your breast over your sweater. 

Another needy whimper bubbles past your lips. “Yeah.”

He kneads and squeezes your pillowy mounds before his hand travels down toward your sweatpants. He cups your heated sex over the soft fabric, teasing you. Your body squirms with need. Your moans intensify. 

“Use your words baby girl. Tell Daddy what you need.” He rubs your pulsing cunt but not with nearly enough pressure. “Say it; ‘please Daddy, touch my cute little pussy’,” he growls, still biting your neck, enough to surely leave marks. 

You moan and twitch from anticipation. “Daddy please touch my cute little pussy!” You beg, hips unconsciously bucking toward him.

“Mmm well when you ask so nicely…” He slips his hand under the waist band of your sweats and panties, fingers brushing through the soft curls of your cunt. Your breath hitches when his middle finger reaches your swollen clit. He circles it slowly at first, building your hunger, your desperate need for him and only him. 

“Daddy!” You whine, grinding yourself against his hand. 

“Shh, baby girl. You wanna wake up Molly?” He coos, rubbing your clit harder now. Your pussy contracts around nothing at the thrill of possibly getting caught. “Oh,” he purrs with a smirk, “does that turn you on baby? You like the idea of your best friend walking in on her father with his fingers in your sweet, tight cunt?” He slides his middle finger inside you, exploring your tight depths. “Fuck baby girl! You're so tight! You a virgin, sweetheart?” He slowly pumps in and out of you. His teeth bite gently on your ear lobe.

You nod dumbly, drunk on pleasure and these new sensations. Leon growls hungrily, his cock pressing hard against his pants. “Fuck baby girl. Little virgin pussy is just begging to be fucked by Daddy's fat cock!” He groans. He slides a second finger inside you, hell bent on prepping you to take him balls deep inside you. 

You gasp as another surge of pleasure fills you. “Y-yeah!” 

“That's it baby. Cum for Daddy!” He pumps faster and faster, stroking your g-spot like an expert. 

Then it hits. Your whole body tenses, walls gripping Leon's fingers tightly, sucking them in deeper. Pleasure bursts through your body. His hand that was behind you reaches around to clamp over your mouth to stifle your loud moans. “Easy baby girl,” he coos. He slowly removes his fingers from your quivering pussy with an erotic squelch. Looking into your eyes, he licks his fingers clean. “Mmm such a sweet pussy. You ready for Daddy to fuck you, baby girl?” He purrs. You nod frantically, babbling like a drunk. “That's my good girl.” He stands up, moving in front of you. “Reach in and pull out Daddy's cock.”

With trembling hands, you reach up and undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers until his long, fat dick springs free. Your eyes widen at its girth. 

“Good girl. Now open up and suck Daddy's cock so it's nice and slick for your cute little pussy.” He presses forward, moving his length closer to your mouth. Obediently, you open wide, lolling your tongue out. He groans as he slides his dick in, salty and sweet against your tongue. Beads of precum drop into your throat. “Look up at Daddy, baby girl. That's it.” You keep eye contact as he guides himself further in. You moan softly, sending delicious vibrations through his dick. His eyes roll back slightly and he begins gently fucking your face. “Mmm that's it. Such a good girl for Daddy.” The wet slurping and sucking noises fill the room with an erotic ambiance. 

Just as you're getting used to sucking cock, he pulls out with a satisfying pop. “As much as I'd love to cream your throat, Daddy needs to be inside you.” He helps you out of your clothes and lays you down on the rug near the fireplace. “Spread your legs baby girl.” He gently pries your legs apart. 

“Wh-what about a condom?” You ask, remembering last minute about protection. Leon chuckles and begins teasing your entrance with the blunt head of his cock. “Daddy doesn't need a condom baby; I'm clean. Plus, I gotta be raw to feel good. Don't you want Daddy to feel good?” He presses slowly inside your entrance without waiting for an answer.

You nod, still drunk off the high of your recent orgasm. “Y-yeah.” You raise your hips to meet his gentle thrusts. 

“That's my girl. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight! Daddy's not gonna pull out either.” He leans down to kiss your neck, inching in a little further, stretching your virgin hole. “Gonna cum in you and give Molly a little brother or sister. Wouldn't you like that, baby girl?”

You moan loudly, pussy squeezing his dick from the thought of getting knocked up by him. 

“Yeah, you like that, don't you? Such a cock hungry slut for Daddy's dick.” After one last gentle thrust, he sits fully inside you. He stills to give you time to adjust. “You want Daddy's baby inside you.” He sucks on the sensitive flesh just below your ear. His hand cups and squeezes your breasts. “Picture these perfect tits just gushing with milk once our baby arrives. Daddy's gonna drink some while he fucks another baby into you.” He begins to move slowly, your tight channel gripping him mercilessly. Your breaths are frantic, arousal overwhelming you. 

“Daddy!” You moan as he hits your g-spot with his cock head. “‘M close!”

He reaches between your bodies and rubs your clit. “C'mon baby girl. Cum on Daddy's cock so he can fill you up.” He increases the pace of his thrusts, the sensation of being overfilled with his massive length sending surges of ecstasy through you. 

Your cries of pleasure begin to escalate. He covers your mouth again with his free hand. “Put your legs on Daddy's shoulders baby,” he commands. You comply eagerly. The new angle gets him deeper and you can see the bulge rising and falling in your lower abdomen with each thrust of his cock. “Taking Daddy's cock so well!” He rubs your clit faster and finally you cry into his hand and cum so hard you're squirting all over the rug. 

“Fuck yes, baby girl! Squirt on my dick!” He thrusts hard and deep, his cock bursting with cum. You can feel his dick spasming along with your tight walls, his cum getting drawn deeper and deeper inside your fertile depths. 

“C'mon! We're gonna miss our plane!” Your friend Molly shouts as she yanks your arm, dragging you through the crowded airport, nearly causing you to lose the overpriced coffee you just bought. 

“Hey! Don't make me drop my mocha!” You scold her tersely. “We'll get there in time to-” A yelp escapes your mouth as she jerks you even harder. 

“Not with your slow ass dragging me down!” She retorts without missing a single beat. She expertly weaves the both of you though the foot traffic, managing to avoid several collisions, and gets you both to your gate with a few minutes to spare. 

Molly's phone rings for about the fifth time; she had ignored the first four, prioritizing your gate arrival. She lifts the device from her pocket and answers, “hey Dad.” She listens intently. “Yeah, we made it to our gate on time.” She shoots you a teasing glance with a smirk. “No thanks to slowpoke over here.” She laughs into her phone and listens once more to her father. “Yes Dad, we'll call when we land…I know there's a blizzard warning…well you're the one who's gonna have to drive us through it…” She chuckles. “Just chill, Dad. If the storm is too bad, I'm sure the pilot will land us somewhere else, okay?” She smiles softly to herself. “Yeah, Dad, we'll be careful,” she promises. “Love you, too.” She hangs up the call and replaces the phone in her pocket. She chuckles and shakes her head. “Dad worries too much.”

“Least your dad gives a shit about you,” you reply bitterly. Your parents were always galavanting around the globe, leaving you to be raised by a nanny. Granted, she was a pretty good nanny, but feeling abandoned by your parents isn't something a nanny can alleviate. Even this Christmas, they're away in Japan. You sigh, silently berating yourself for letting your past cloud your holiday spirit. You sip your coffee, allowing the chocolatey flavor to bring you back to the present. 

Molly frowns slightly. She pats your shoulder gently. “Hey, I'm sorry things suck with your parents. Try not to think too much about them. My dad has a ton of cool stuff at his place. There's a hot tub, a pool table, a big screen TV, tons of movies, and loads of food! It's gonna be awesome!”

A weak smile returns to your face. “Thanks, Molls,” you reply. She grins and grabs your hand with hers, swinging them both playfully. 

Finally, the attendant announces that your flight is boarding. You and Molly walk over to get in line. As you take off, you lean back against the head rest and watch through the tiny window as the city disappears behind you, leaving behind the university where you're currently a student and the shitty dorm room you share with Molly and call home right now. 

You haven't been to Molly's since before her parents were divorced. You remember her dad Leon from when he was a rookie cop. He had such a baby face and his light blonde hair gave him that boy-next-door charm. It was kinda cute really. You smile fondly, thinking about the kind gentleman. He was always so sweet and nice. You imagine he's probably let himself go a bit, especially after divorcing his wife. Molly's parents split when she was twelve and Leon has been on his own since. You picture him with a nice dad bod; a little bit of a gut perhaps, maybe a receding hairline. You chuckle to yourself. He's probably just a cute, old papa. 

The flight is long and bumpy, but you land in Molly's home town unscathed. You stretch and groan, the flight having left your body stiff. Rising from your seat, you grab your carry-on bag from overhead storage, trying not to get knocked over by all of the impatient passengers shuffling through the thin aisles toward the exit. After disembarking, you and Molly make the trek to baggage claim, praying your bags made it. 

Forty five minutes later, your suitcases show up and you're both on your way to meet Molly's dad. 

But the one who greets you is not a mere dad-bod Leon like you were expecting; he is a work of art sculpted by the gods. His brown hair swishes around his face, perfectly framing his face, his stubbled, square jaw. His thick arms, his gorgeous eyes leave you stunned and slack jawed. There's not an ounce of pudge on him! He embraces Molly lovingly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Hey, sweetie, you made it!” 

“Hey Dad!” She replies warmly, returning his hug. When they break away, she gestures to you. “Dad, you remember my old friend.” She says your name and he turns his warm gaze to you. You notice the slightest raising of his eyebrows. His eyes travel all along your body, taking in every curve and valley. He breathes in sharply, erotic thoughts swirling around in his mind, unbeknownst to you. 

“You grew up, little lady,” he purrs. He pulls you into his arms under the guise of an old friend greeting another old friend. His embrace encircles you, keeping you tight against him. His body is hard, muscles thick and corded. A nearly imperceptible whimper escapes your lips. You swear you feel his cock twitch against your hip, but you push the thought aside; there's no way he's that interested. Right? He reluctantly releases you. “Let's get you girls home, yeah?” he suggests with a wink and picks up your bags. 

“Dibs on the back seat!” Molly calls out, already eager to stretch across the entire space.

The drive back to Molly's place is treacherous! A blizzard rages on, wind hammering snow and ice against Leon’s truck. You start to wonder if you'll even make it to their home - and if there's even a home left to get to! But you don't know Leon nowadays. The young man you once knew as a shy, inexperienced rookie was now one of the most decorated agents in the world. He holds the steering wheel like he's simply driving through a sunny, summer afternoon, not a single speck of white on his knuckles. Noticing your distress, he gently lays his hand on your knee, the contact lighting a fire in your belly. He leans over and murmurs in your ear, “don't worry sweetheart; I'll keep you safe. I promise.” His deep, baritone voice moistens your panties. You find yourself fantasizing about him the rest of the drive. Before you know it, he's pulling into the driveway of his modest home. “Alright, ladies. We made it through the worst part! Now let's go start your vacation!”

You eagerly hurry inside the warm house, appreciating the sparse but still notable Christmas decorations. Leon leads you up to the guest room where you'll be staying. He gently lays your suitcase on a chair next to the bed. “There's an electric blanket on the bed if you get cold. Since this room is in the corner of the house, it gets pretty chilly sometimes.”

“Or I could just crawl in with you,” you reply without thinking as you begin unpacking. Your eyes widen as you realize the racy thought made it past your brain-mouth filter and you said the words out loud. You spin around and look at him, determined to back pedal like your life depends on it. “That is…well, I mean…I just…I didn't…” Of course now the words don't come out. He chuckles softly and approaches you with slow, measured steps. 

“Sweetheart, I'm flattered. You can crawl in with me any time,” he purrs and leans down, pressing a teasing kiss to your neck. He turns around and strolls out, no doubt to help Molly get settled in. His words leave your mouth dry and your panties soaked. Fuck, how are you supposed to survive two weeks with a man who looks like a sex god? Unable to focus, you decide to take a shower and ‘take care of yourself’ while Leon and Molly are busy unpacking. You turn on the shower and watch the steam fill the small bathroom. You undress and step inside, settling yourself on the stall floor. You spread your legs wide and begin rubbing your clit slowly, imagining Leon's strong hands doing the job for you. The hot stream of water patters gently against your back. Soft moans rise through your lips as your pleasure begins to build. You picture Leon on top of you, all over you, thrusting hard and deep inside your untouched vault. Tingles fill your body and the tightness in your lower abdomen intensifies more and more until - OH! Your orgasm crashes over you, pussy walls spasming and clenching around nothing. As you come down from your high, you feel more centered, but not as satisfied as you'd hoped. 

After drying off and getting dressed in comfy sweats, you head downstairs to the sound of a crackling fireplace and the low volume hum of the TV. Leon smiles and greets you with a cup of hot cocoa, brim bursting with marshmallows. “Careful, it's hot,” he warns gently. 

Yeah it is…

“Thanks, Leon,” you reply, blush creeping up on your cheeks. You gratefully accept the mug. The cocoa is rich, more so than sweet, but the marshmallow complements it perfectly, better than a sweeter chocolate with even more sugar. “This is perfect!” you exclaim. Leon gives you a warm, decadent smile, lips tantalizingly kissable. You return your attention to the hot, comfort beverage in your hands.

Molly sits curled up on the couch, cocoa in one hand, phone in the other, no doubt sporting the latest social media app on its screen. 

“You ladies up for a movie?” Leon asks, hoping to bring the three of you together for something fun. 

Half way through your chosen cheesy Christmas flick, the power goes out, likely due to the blizzard raging outside, earning a collective gasp from the room. “Don't worry,” Leon begins, “this is why I have a fireplace.” He stands and grabs another log, laying it on the crackling flames to ensure adequate heat. 

The three of you sit together on the couch and talk, soaking up the warmth of the hearth, late into the night. Eventually, Molly decides to go to bed, leaving you alone with Leon…

He scoots a little closer to you. “So, how many boyfriends you got back at the University?” Leon teases, arm resting over the back of the couch behind you. 

You suppress a childish giggle, but the blushing smile can't be stopped. Leon leans in closer, his thick arm slowly moving toward your shoulder. “None,” you answer coyly. 

Leon, though genuinely surprised, overexaggerates his shock. “Now that can't possibly be true.”

You chuckle softly. “It is!” His hand finds its way to your shoulder, thumb absent-mindedly stroking you. Tingles burst from the point of contact and radiate through your body.

“You're so damn beautiful, you know that?” he purrs, leaning in closer. Your eyes slip closed and you nibble your lower lip in anticipation. 

You whimper hungrily, moaning when his lips finally meet your neck. “That's it baby, just relax and let Daddy take care of you.” He nibbles and sucks on your neck, his words igniting a Daddy kink inside you you never knew about. 

“F-fuck…” you moan, panties getting soaked from his assault on your neck and his erotic words. 

“You like that baby girl? You want me to be your daddy?” Leon purrs, free hand sliding up your rib cage to cup your breast over your sweater. 

Another needy whimper bubbles past your lips. “Yeah.”

He kneads and squeezes your pillowy mounds before his hand travels down toward your sweatpants. He cups your heated sex over the soft fabric, teasing you. Your body squirms with need. Your moans intensify. 

“Use your words baby girl. Tell Daddy what you need.” He rubs your pulsing cunt but not with nearly enough pressure. “Say it; ‘please Daddy, touch my cute little pussy’,” he growls, still biting your neck, enough to surely leave marks. 

You moan and twitch from anticipation. “Daddy please touch my cute little pussy!” You beg, hips unconsciously bucking toward him.

“Mmm well when you ask so nicely…” He slips his hand under the waist band of your sweats and panties, fingers brushing through the soft curls of your cunt. Your breath hitches when his middle finger reaches your swollen clit. He circles it slowly at first, building your hunger, your desperate need for him and only him. 

“Daddy!” You whine, grinding yourself against his hand. 

“Shh, baby girl. You wanna wake up Molly?” He coos, rubbing your clit harder now. Your pussy contracts around nothing at the thrill of possibly getting caught. “Oh,” he purrs with a smirk, “does that turn you on baby? You like the idea of your best friend walking in on her father with his fingers in your sweet, tight cunt?” He slides his middle finger inside you, exploring your tight depths. “Fuck baby girl! You're so tight! You a virgin, sweetheart?” He slowly pumps in and out of you. His teeth bite gently on your ear lobe.

You nod dumbly, drunk on pleasure and these new sensations. Leon growls hungrily, his cock pressing hard against his pants. “Fuck baby girl. Little virgin pussy is just begging to be fucked by Daddy's fat cock!” He groans. He slides a second finger inside you, hell bent on prepping you to take him balls deep inside you. 

You gasp as another surge of pleasure fills you. “Y-yeah!” 

“That's it baby. Cum for Daddy!” He pumps faster and faster, stroking your g-spot like an expert. 

Then it hits. Your whole body tenses, walls gripping Leon's fingers tightly, sucking them in deeper. Pleasure bursts through your body. His hand that was behind you reaches around to clamp over your mouth to stifle your loud moans. “Easy baby girl,” he coos. He slowly removes his fingers from your quivering pussy with an erotic squelch. Looking into your eyes, he licks his fingers clean. “Mmm such a sweet pussy. You ready for Daddy to fuck you, baby girl?” He purrs. You nod frantically, babbling like a drunk. “That's my good girl.” He stands up, moving in front of you. “Reach in and pull out Daddy's cock.”

With trembling hands, you reach up and undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers until his long, fat dick springs free. Your eyes widen at its girth. 

“Good girl. Now open up and suck Daddy's cock so it's nice and slick for your cute little pussy.” He presses forward, moving his length closer to your mouth. Obediently, you open wide, lolling your tongue out. He groans as he slides his dick in, salty and sweet against your tongue. Beads of precum drop into your throat. “Look up at Daddy, baby girl. That's it.” You keep eye contact as he guides himself further in. You moan softly, sending delicious vibrations through his dick. His eyes roll back slightly and he begins gently fucking your face. “Mmm that's it. Such a good girl for Daddy.” The wet slurping and sucking noises fill the room with an erotic ambiance. 

Just as you're getting used to sucking cock, he pulls out with a satisfying pop. “As much as I'd love to cream your throat, Daddy needs to be inside you.” He helps you out of your clothes and lays you down on the rug near the fireplace. “Spread your legs baby girl.” He gently pries your legs apart. 

“Wh-what about a condom?” You ask, remembering last minute about protection. Leon chuckles and begins teasing your entrance with the blunt head of his cock. “Daddy doesn't need a condom baby; I'm clean. Plus, I gotta be raw to feel good. Don't you want Daddy to feel good?” He presses slowly inside your entrance without waiting for an answer.

You nod, still drunk off the high of your recent orgasm. “Y-yeah.” You raise your hips to meet his gentle thrusts. 

“That's my girl. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight! Daddy's not gonna pull out either.” He leans down to kiss your neck, inching in a little further, stretching your virgin hole. “Gonna cum in you and give Molly a little brother or sister. Wouldn't you like that, baby girl?”

You moan loudly, pussy squeezing his dick from the thought of getting knocked up by him. 

“Yeah, you like that, don't you? Such a cock hungry slut for Daddy's dick.” After one last gentle thrust, he sits fully inside you. He stills to give you time to adjust. “You want Daddy's baby inside you.” He sucks on the sensitive flesh just below your ear. His hand cups and squeezes your breasts. “Picture these perfect tits just gushing with milk once our baby arrives. Daddy's gonna drink some while he fucks another baby into you.” He begins to move slowly, your tight channel gripping him mercilessly. Your breaths are frantic, arousal overwhelming you. 

“Daddy!” You moan as he hits your g-spot with his cock head. “‘M close!”

He reaches between your bodies and rubs your clit. “C'mon baby girl. Cum on Daddy's cock so he can fill you up.” He increases the pace of his thrusts, the sensation of being overfilled with his massive length sending surges of ecstasy through you. 

Your cries of pleasure begin to escalate. He covers your mouth again with his free hand. “Put your legs on Daddy's shoulders baby,” he commands. You comply eagerly. The new angle gets him deeper and you can see the bulge rising and falling in your lower abdomen with each thrust of his cock. “Taking Daddy's cock so well!” He rubs your clit faster and finally you cry into his hand and cum so hard you're squirting all over the rug. 

“Fuck yes, baby girl! Squirt on my dick!” He thrusts hard and deep, his cock bursting with cum. You can feel his dick spasming along with your tight walls, his cum getting drawn deeper and deeper inside your fertile depths. 

Ashley texted you nearly a month ago to set aside a week in the summer so you can plan a girls trip to the ocean. Excited about the prospect of relaxing and soaking up the sunny rays, you quickly promise your acquiescence. A summer vacay is much needed.

It feels like a year passes before you’re able to escape the drudgery of your work life and drive out to Ashley’s beach house. Well, it’s her dad’s, but she’s already promised he doesn’t mind. Your belly gives a funny little swoop when you think about Mr. Krauser. Ever since that time at the cabin, you’ve felt a little embarrassed around him. Not to mention, he knows what it looks and feels like when you cum. 

Nipples pebbling in your bra, your mind circles the gutter, remembering the illicit affairs you all had together. It’s not something you’ve been able to forget, not that you truly want to either, especially since it changed your relationship with your father. Leon’s been gone for work, and you’ve been too busy to visit, so you haven’t spent that much time with him lately—which basically translates to not being able to fool around like either of you want. 

Driving up to the house, you realize how secluded the place is from the other vacation rentals. It’s going to be a nice, relaxing time at the beach—you can’t wait! Parking next to Ashley’s vehicle, you climb out of the driver’s seat and pop the trunk. You grab your luggage and make your way up to the side door just off the kitchen. Suddenly, it swings open, and Ashley’s bright smile greets you.

”I’m so glad you could make it!” Her bubbly personality has you smiling in return.

”Me too! And the forecast said it’s going to be nothing but sunny days, so it feels like it’s the best time!” You squeeze past her at the door, and she swings it shut. “It’s going to be such a fun girls’s vacay.”

”I know, right?” Her smile turns a little sheepish. “And, uh, about that…”

She trails off, and that’s when you notice the broad figure of Mr. Krauser on the other side of the kitchen. He grins at you, and it makes your pulse thud heavily in your neck.

”H-hi,” you squeak out.

”Dad,” Ashley drags out the word in a little snarky tone, “decided that he needed to tag along to chaperone. Right, Daddy?”

She bats her lashes at him, and his grin only deepens. “That’s right, princess. Can’t leave two vulnerable young women alone for an entire week. Who knows what could happen?”

She snorts under her breath. “Sure thing. C’mon, I’ll show you which rooms are free.”

”She’s already got one all picked out,” Mr. Krauser cuts in. “Isn’t that right, Leon?”

Your dad walks out of the hallway, whiskey tumbler in hand. “She’s free to stay wherever she wants.”

Your heart beats double time now that you’re facing both men. Leon’s eyes flick over at you, and he smiles. “Hi, sweetheart. Surprise.”

”I thought—“

”Jack invited me out once he heard you two would be all alone. It just didn’t seem fair to leave him to babysit all by himself.”

”Oh,” you flounder. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fun still.”

Jack barks out a laugh as Leon grins crookedly. “I’m sure.”

”Anyways,” Ashley loudly chimes in, grabbing your arm. “I’ll put you in the room next to mine. Maybe we’ll just have a little sleepover tonight. Do each other’s makeup.”

She leads you down the hallway from the kitchen, passing a couple of doors before pausing in front of one. Pushing the door open, you’re met with a basic-looking bedroom—complete with a king-sized bed and a heavy-looking dresser.

Setting your luggage by the dresser, Ashley tells you to get changed into a swimsuit so you two can hit up the beach. Pulling out the cute two-piece you bought ages ago, you slip it on, adjusting the strings until it sits comfortably. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you feel a flash of heat knowing that your dad and Mr. Krauser are going to see you wearing it. Grabbing your aerosol can of sunblock, you step out into the hall and walk over to Ashley’s room. Before you can knock on the door, it swings inward and she steps out.

”Oh, you look so good!” She gushes, holding a beach towel out to you. “Here, I grabbed an extra for ya.”

”Thanks!” You nod at her red and blue two-piece. “That looks super cute on you!”

Twirling in place, she laughs. “Thank you! The guy at the checkout counter said the same thing.”

Waggling your sunblock spray, you fall into step with her as she leads you to the back door. “I’ve got our sun protection covered.”

Ashley plucks it from your hand, squinting at the label. “Oh, I really like this brand. It doesn’t feel greasy, and it doesn't leave you smelling like a pool house.”

A heavy arm drapes across your shoulders, and you turn your neck to the side. Jack’s scarred countenance fills your vision as he looks over at Ashley.

”You ladies need any help applying that?” He leers, and it sends a pulse of arousal through your core. You’re not sure how you’re going to survive a week of this.

Your friend rolls her brown eyes with a scoff, cocking her hip out and planting her hand on it. “Cool it, Dad.”

”Aw, don’t pout, buttercup,” he coos, reaching his other hand to lightly bump his knuckles under her chin. “I hardly get to spend time with you since you got your little boyfriend.”

Her mouth thins into a flat line. “You said you wouldn’t bring him up anymore.”

He pulls his hand back with a half shrug. “And I won’t. That’ll be the one and only time. Scout's honor.”

He holds up his first two fingers together, and Ashley rolls her eyes. “God, you’re such a dork.”

”I think that’s just what being a dad entails,” you joke, trying to diffuse the odd tension you find yourself in the middle of. “Did you want to go to the beach, too?”

Ashley’s pouty expression morphs into surprise, and Jack laughs. “Not just yet, but thanks, sweetheart.”

The endearment has you dropping your eyes in embarrassment, hoping he didn’t notice your reaction to liking it.

”C’mon,” Ashley sighs exasperatedly and grabs your hand.

It’s a short trek down a little gravel path to the beach filled with banal chit-chat about your lives. Short gusts of wind whip around you two, kicking up dirt and rocks, but they never last longer than a second or two. Reaching the sand, you both quicken your steps in excitement. However, when you get closer to the shoreline, you see nothing but choppy water.

”It doesn't look too safe,” Ashley muses out loud. “Hang on, let me check my phone.”

You stand there, gazing out onto all that blue, eyes squinting against the brightness. Ashley makes a sound of dissatisfaction and closes her phone.

”It’s saying the tide is too dangerous right now.”

”Makes sense with all the wind. I was hoping we would get lucky.”

She blows out a breath, her head tilting back with her eyes closed. “We can lay around on the beach, but it doesn’t seem that fun with all the sand being blown up.”

Shrugging, you gesture back to the path. “We can head back and once it clears up some, head back here. Or just wait until tomorrow.”

”Sure,” she agrees, turning back to the house. “I guess at least we waited to spray ourselves with sunblock.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that would’ve been a waste.”

It feels like it takes even less time to make it back up to the house; you each drop your towels on a rack by the back door for easy access later.

”You seem awfully dry for being at the beach,” Leon calls over to you two from the living room.

Leading Ashley, you walk over to see him relaxing in a recliner with Jack manspreading across the couch. A whiskey bottle sits on the coffee table, halfway empty already.

”Bit early for drinking?” You snipe back, no actual heat behind your words.

He shrugs lazily, eyes roaming over your body and sending chills down your spine. “It’s vacation.”

Jack chuckles. “You girls want any?”

”Sure, why not?” Ashley steps around you and grabs the two empty tumblers sitting on the table.

As she comes around to hand you one, Jack leans forward and grabs the bottle. Tilting the spout at you two, he jostles the liquid inside.

”Who’s up first?”

Ashley steps forward, and he pours a couple of fingers worth of liquid into her glass. She then sits on the far end of the couch, nearer to Leon, while you take her place and let Jack fill your cup with whiskey.

”Now, don’t spill it,” he teases, blue eyes flicking up from your hand to your breasts before settling on your mouth.

”I won’t,” you murmur, feeling heated before you’ve even had a drink.

Spluttering draws Jack’s attention away from you and over to his daughter. Leon’s rubbing a hand down her back as she lightly coughs into her palm.

”It’s a sipping kinda whiskey,” your dad chides playfully.

”Gotcha,” she croaks.

Jack pats the cushion between him and Ashley. “Have a seat, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you ease yourself down, hyperaware of how little clothing you—or Ashley—are wearing right now. Jack’s palm grasps your thigh, a little too high to be appropriate.

”Take a drink, feel how smooth it is,” he murmurs hotly against your ear. 

Arousal creeps up on you, ramping higher when he squeezes the dough of your thigh. A whiff of his aftershave or cologne meets your nose, and it reminds you of the last time you were this close to him. Nipples stiffening in your bikini top, you raise the glass to your lips.

”Thatta girl,” he rumbles, and you squeeze your legs closed, trapping his hand between your thighs.

The whiskey is a smooth burn, and you can see how, if gulped down, it would lead to a coughing fit—like the one that struck Ashley.

”Ah, ah, don’t waste it.” His lips brush the corner of your mouth when you pull the glass away, tongue darting to lap up a drop of whiskey.

”Jack,” Leon’s sharp voice draws you up short, and the other man pulls back from you.

”Waste not, want not,” Mr. Krauser chuckles.

Leon hums but doesn’t say anything else. Ashley clears her throat before standing up.

”I’m gonna go change,” she nods to her room. 

You stand up as well, and Jack’s hand drags down your leg, leaving chills in its wake. Setting the glass down on the table, you walk unsteadily in the direction of your room. Bypassing Ashley’s closed door, you step into your room when suddenly a warm chest is brushing up against your nearly bare back. The door shuts with a quiet click, and your nose catches Leon’s sandalwood scent.

His arms come up to wrap around you, hands cupping your breasts and thumbing across your stiff nipples. He nips your ear before licking the shell.

”Were you trying to rile me up?”

”No,” you whine, back arching to push your breasts further into his greedy palms.

”Well, it worked regardless,” he mumbles, dropping kisses across the side of your throat. “Got me so fucking hard, baby.”

He drops one hand from your breast to grab one of yours, bringing it behind you and rubbing your lax fingers against his bulge. Whimpering, you cup him and slowly massage his chubbed cock. Hissing, he rocks into the motion, hands going back to kneading and squeezing your tits.

”Fuck, that’s it, feel how much I wanna plow that sweet little cunt?”

”Dad,” you gasp, slick flooding the bottoms of your bikini.

Untying your top, he throws it across the room, hands greedily seeking your stiff peaks. He plucks your nipples with his fingers, pulling them taut between his thumb and forefinger. It sends electric shocks that settle deep in your clit, the little bud swelling in arousal. One of his hands slides down your stomach, making you suck in a breath, your belly going concave with the movement. He pets across your mound and slips under your swimwear, fingers petting across your clit.

”Damn,” he grunts. “You’re already so wet.”

Yanking your bottoms down, Leon steps away and undresses down to his boxers. Ushering you over to the bed, he splays you out, hands framing your pussy and spreading you open.

”Gonna eat my daughter’s hot cunt til she creams my fucking face,” he mutters, more to himself, but the words send more slick dripping from your hole.

Licking a stripe up your pussy, he flattens his tongue against your slit. Prodding your cunt lips apart, he moans at the taste of your pussy. He pulls back and spits on the hood of your clit, making it throb like a second heartbeat.

“Oh, oh, oh,” your mouth parts with each exhalation. “Dad, it’s too much.”

He laps at your cunt messily, tongue sliding along your slit to suckle on your clit. Groaning, he runs his tongue in circles around your swollen bud, making your hips jump, humping his mouth. His calloused hands slide under your ass, each hand groping a cheek. He presses you closer to his mouth, his tongue slurping back down to your leaking hole. Fucking the slick muscle into your cunt, he shakes his head to grind his face deeper into your pussy. You whimper and shift your hands down to grip his hair, pulling the soft strands.

”Fuck yeah, baby, pull my hair, show me how much you like daddy eating this sweet cunt,” he growls, eyes flashing up at you from between your thighs.

He rasps his stubble against your mound, and it sends lust careening through your body. Dragging his whiskery jaw against your pussy, he soaks his face in your slick.

”Damn, you started the party without us,” Mr. Krauser’s voice interrupts the two of you. “That’s a bad habit of yours, Leon.”

Pulling away from your pussy with a groan, he shoots a dark look over at the man standing in the doorway. “Maybe you should take the initiative more often.”

Mr. Krauser whistles low, pulling Ashley into the room with him. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time, comrade.” Patting Ashley on the ass, he propels her toward the bed. “Get up there and lie next to your friend, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”

Whining, Ashley quickly complies, shedding her bikini as she goes until she’s just as naked as you. She lies next to you and reaches out to clasp one of your hands. Leon’s eyes dart back down to your cunt, and he spreads your soaked pussy lips. 

Jack stands next to him and hums out, “Looks good enough to eat.”

He chuckles at the angry huff from Leon before dropping his voice low, “C’mon, I’ll share if you will.”

Leon glances over at Ashley, his blown gaze dragging down to her soaked cunt. “Alright, but then we swap back.”

Your whine at Leon leaving morphs into a squeal; Jack grabs your thighs and pushes them toward your breasts, baring your cunt to the cool air of the room.

”Fuck,” he groans, “like a juicy little peach, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Shoving his face into your sopping wet cunt, he eats you like a starved man. Grunting and growling, he licks and sucks every inch of your pussy. Hearing Ashley whine grabs your attention, and you rotate your head to look over at her. Leon’s face is completely buried in her pussy, mouth and tongue working over her soft clit as he stares over at you.

”Daddy,” Ashley whimpers, fingers squeezing yours. “Wanted you.”

”You’ll get me, princess,” Mr. Krauser pulls away from your cunt to answer. “But isn’t it nice to have Leon licking that pretty pussy? Go on, you can tell him.”

”F-feels really good,” she pants, thighs dropping open more. “Please, lick me.”

Leon groans, bringing his hands up and using his thumbs to spread open the lips of her pussy. “Taste sweet. Sweet little hole.”

She moans, and you whimper, jealousy and arousal swirling low in your belly.

”Aw, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” Jack croons, tongue lapping at your swollen clit. “Got the juiciest pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on. C’mon, I want you to squirt all over my face.”

Leon growls, tongue pulling out of Ashley’s pussy with a squelch. “Who said anything about making her cum?”

”Isn’t that the point of eating pussy?” He goads, nodding at Ashley. “Eat my daughter out til she’s gushing, then we’ll swap.”

The blonde-haired girl next to you cries out, back arching as Leon goes back to voraciously licking into her cunt. Once his attention is back on Ashley, Mr. Krauser goes back to eating you out, too. He makes out with your pussy, kissing your cunt lips before slipping his tongue past them to lick your drippy hole. It feels dirty in the best way.

“Just wanna kiss this pretty pussy all day,” he groans, stepping back to slip his shirt and jeans off. He palms his bulge, stroking himself through his underwear until a wet spot forms at the outline of the head of his dick. 

“Please,” you gasp, hands wrapping around your thighs to keep yourself open.

“Fuck.” His eyes are dark with lust, and he drops back down to kiss your pussy. He sucks your clit into his mouth and slides two fingers up to pet across your drippy hole. 

“Oh, please, please.” You arch yourself down, cunt aching to be filled with something—anything.

“Leon,” Ashley’s keening cry slips into your foggy brain, and you glance over at the pair.

Your dad’s fingering her pussy with rough pumps of his fingers, mouth suctioned to her clit. His eyes are pinched closed in concentration, but you can see him humping the bed. Moaning needily, you turn back to Jack kneeling between your legs.

He gives you a crooked grin, and it makes you realize how handsome he actually is—scar and all.

“Make me cum, Mr. Krauser,” you plead at him, hips rocking down into his fingers until they slip inside.

“You don’t even have to ask, baby.” He scissors you open, fingers sliding deeper into your cunt, seeking out the spongy spot at the front. 

He brushes against your g-spot, and your body jerks like you’ve been shocked. Jack continues to rub that spot, winding you up higher and higher with every stroke of his fingers. His mouth latches onto your clit, tongue softly licking across the bundle of nerves until your body can’t take anymore. Hips jerking upwards, you cry out, orgasm sending fireworks to bloom behind your closed eyelids. Slick gushes out from around his fingers, soaking the bedspread underneath you.

”So fucking sexy,” Jack growls, pulling away from your fluttering cunt, his mouth shiny with your cum.

In the midst of your brain coming back from the clouds, Ashley lets out a long, keening wail, her hand squeezing yours tight enough to pinch. You blearily look over at her and see her cumming all over your dad’s face. It sends a low pulse of heat through your cunt, and you bite your lip.

”I’ve always said Leon’s got a mouth on him,” Jack chuffs in amusement, dropping a kiss to your belly before shifting away from you.

Your dad wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, blue eyes locking onto your gaze. Jack swaps sides with him, moving to kneel in between Ashley’s spread legs while Leon does the same to you.

”Look at you, princess,” Jack’s condescending words have Ashley weakly reaching for him. “Aww, did that feel good?”

”Daddy,” she whines, fingers scratching at his pecs.

Leon leans over your body, forearms caging you in, and pulls your attention away from the pair next to you.

”Got me a little jealous, baby.” He bends his head down to bite at your breasts, and you whimper.

He grips the base of his cock and notches the head at your drenched hole. Sliding his fingers up, he uses his thumb to guide the tip inside your clenching heat. Rocking his hips back, the head pulls out, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

”Dad, please, don’t tease,” you whine, your hands reaching down to spread your cunt open. “I need it.”

”Fuck,” he bites out, hand guiding his dick back into your pussy and thrusting deep inside. You throw your head back with a whimper. Grunting, he bullies his cock inside your slick walls until his pelvis brushes against your clit.

”So fucking hot and wet,” he gasps, sounding pained. “Not gonna last long til I’m creaming your sweet little pussy, baby.”

”Fuck, please, please,” you moan. “Want you to cum inside me.”

”Yeah?” He rocks his hips back, pulling his cock halfway out before slowly pressing back into your cunt. “Want daddy to breed your pretty hole?”

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep him close.

Jack groans, “Damn, princess, you’re gripping me so fucking tight. You like that Leon’s gonna cum inside his sweet little girl?”

Ashley keens, “Yes! Daddy want you to breed me, breed my pussy, knock me up.”

”Shh,” Jack soothes, a grin splitting his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll blow my load in your snug little cunt. My daughter will never be left wanting for any creampies.”

Leon’s cock grinds against your g-spot, still sensitive from Mr. Krauser’s fingers earlier, and you sob out a moan. “Dad, fuck, that’s so good.”

He grunts and picks up the pace, humping your pussy hard enough it makes your tits bounce together. You slide a hand between your bodies, fingers seeking out your swollen clit and rubbing it in time with your dad’s thrusts. Leon groans, feeling your pussy squeeze down around his cock with each slippery circle of your fingers against your sensitive bud.

”I’m so close! I’m gonna cum,” you gasp wantonly, dragging Leon closer to kiss him messily. Grunting into your mouth, he slips his tongue past your parted lips, sliding it against your own slick muscle.

Making out sloppily, your dad swallows down each one of the noises spilling from your throat—his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy with obscene squelching. Distantly, you think you hear Jack and Ashley meeting their own completions, but you can’t be bothered with anything other than the pleasure your dad bestows upon your body.

Thighs shaking from where they rest against his waist, your pussy pulses and flutters around him. Leon growls under his breath, the sound vibrating against your lips, and he sheathes his cock as deep as possible in your hole; his cock kicks and throbs, shooting rope after rope of cum inside your cunt. Mewling, you suck on his tongue, hips grinding down to milk him for every drop.

Shuddering, he eases his cock out with a hiss, eyes hooded as he watches his spunk leak from your winking hole. Kissing you on the cheek, Leon sits back on his haunches, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Remembering you weren’t the only two in the room, you quickly turn your head to see Ashley heatedly kissing her dad, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Jack leans back, his thumb smearing the drool into her bottom lip. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

His blue eyes flick over to you and drag down your heaving chest to your creamy cunt; he brings his gaze back up to yours, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You too, taking your daddy’s load like a champ.”

Chills break out across your arms, and your nipples feel achy. His smirk stretches across his face. “Maybe I should stuff that juicy pussy next.”

Moaning, your cunt clenches around nothing, cum and slick oozing from your hole. Leon pats your thigh, and you jerk your head back to him. He smiles, all faux sweetness.

”Guess it wouldn’t hurt to swap again.”

Jack laughs and maneuvers his way over to your side, with Leon doing the same. Mr. Krauser easily hoists you up into his lap, your inner thighs knocking against his outer thighs. Your hands scrabble for purchase, and you have the breath knocked from you when his dick  bottoms out in your used cunt with no preamble.

”Oh, fuck me, sweetheart,” Jack tilts his head back with a groan. “Snug fucking pussy, like she wasn’t even fucked by your daddy’s dick.”

Whimpering, tears drip from your lashes. “T-too fast.”

”Aww,” he simpers, a mean little smile in place. “Poor thing, little pussy all stretched out, isn’t she?”

”D-daddy,” Ashley whines, and Jack turns to her, but you can feel his cock throbbing in your pussy from her voice.

”Hush,” Leon chides down at her, cock pushing into her pussy. “Your daddy’s busy. Just take my cock like a good girl.”

Jack nods. “Listen to him, princess. I know you like Leon fucking that little cunt. You told me after the last time.”

Ashley flushes, pink spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her heavy breasts. Leon chuckles and kisses her jaw. “Aren’t you cute, Miss Ashley?”

”Leon,” she whimpers, and he licks into her mouth.

Jack thrusts up into you from below, and your chin dips down toward your clavicle. You dig your nails into his shoulders before dragging them down his chest.

”That’s it, baby, scratch me up,” he rumbles. “Gonna breed this sweet little pussy all night.”

”Jack,” you keen. “God, you’re so deep.”

He grunts, “Good, gotta make sure it takes, don’t I?”

Writhing against him, you bounce yourself on his cock. “Yes, yes, please cum inside me. Wanna feel full.”

”Fucking hell,” he laughs, bringing his hands down to grope your ass. “Got me close already.”

Like with your dad, Jack fans your arousal with every pump of his hips, barely pulling his dick out before sliding it back into your sopping wet pussy. A creamy ring of your slick circles the base of his cock and drips down his balls. He keeps a steady rolling pace that grinds his tip against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, making your toes curl against the sheets. Cockdrunk, you babble and plead for him to cum, to finish inside you, which only makes him chuckle. He fucks you in a steady back and forth that makes your cunt leak, the band of arousal winding tight in your core.

He braces his wide palm against your mound and dips his thumb in between your cunt lips to rub your clit. Body jerking against him, you drop your face against his neck, mouth open and panting against his sweaty skin.

”You gonna cum?” He murmurs against your hair. “If you squeeze that juicy pussy around my cock tight enough, I’ll nut inside your hole, baby. I’ll cream your little cunt until my balls are empty.”

Nonstop whines spill from your mouth, your eyes wet with tears. You slump against Jack’s chest and let him hammer his cock into your soaked cunt, hole fluttering like crazy around his fat length. His thumb pressing down on your slippery clit one last time sends your orgasm screaming through your body. No thoughts, head empty. You don’t even remember what happened after that until you feel him pull his cock from your pussy—his cum slowly leaking from your hole.

”Fuck, that was something else,” he mumbles, his palm coming up to grip your neck. He guides you into a tongue-filled kiss, and you whimper, rubbing your messy cunt against his pelvis and coating him with a mix of his cum and your slick.

Kissing you a few more times, he moves you away, tilting his head back with a sigh. “You good over there, Leon?”

A grunt is all he gets, and you slump against Jack’s shoulder, head turned to watch your dad and Mr. Krauser’s daughter. Ashley’s on her stomach, ass in the air, with Leon pounding into her pussy from behind. Her fingers are working her clit over as Leon’s cock pistons in and out of her slick hole. Leaning atop her, your dad mouths across her neck and shoulders, biting her skin hard enough to leave marks. Raising back up, he slaps her ass and fucks into her harder. She squeals and twists against him, burying her face in the sheets as she squirts all over him.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathes out, hips stilling against her ass. You watch the tendons in his neck flex when he tosses his head back, cumming inside Ashley as you and Jack watch.

After a few minutes, he slumps down, using one hand to ease his cock from her body. He glances over at you two, taking in your tired expression.

”Should we take a break?” He asks everyone, but his eyes stay locked on you.

”No,” you reply, softly. You grind your pussy against Mr. Krauser’s half-hard cock, and he grunts in your ear.

Things get a little fuzzy after that. You know you sucked off Jack with your dad eating out Ashley right next to you before swapping again. Ashley passes out at some point, and now you’re sandwiched between the two older men; Leon’s slipping his dick inside your puffy cunt with Jack teasing your lips with his dripping cockhead. 

“Paint these pretty lips with my cum,” Jack grunts, rubbing the tip across your mouth in a circle. “Fuck, show me that tongue, sweet girl.”

Doing as he says, you loll your tongue out, moaning when he thrusts his cock into your open mouth.

Leon groans, hands digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to bruise. He plunges his cock to the hilt, the tip knocking against your cervix and making you squeal around Jack’s dick. The man in front of you pulls his cock out of your mouth, tracing the spit-slick head across your lips. Tongue lapping at the tip, you taste the precum leaking from his slit. Jack grunts, bringing his palms down to cradle your face. His thumbs press on the hinges of your jaw, feeding you his cock until you gag when he bumps the back of your throat.

”So pretty with a cock in your mouth,” Mr. Krauser croons, thumbs brushing against the skin of your cheeks.

Leon laughs, grinding his cock inside your sore pussy. “She really does. Use that tongue, baby. Show’em how much you love dick.”

Whining, you hollow your cheeks, sucking Jack’s cock further into your mouth. Gagging again, Jack groans and fucks into your mouth harder. His hands flex against your jaw until he shifts one hand to the back of your head, holding you in place.

”That’s it, take it nice and deep.” He humps your face, pulling out until the head presses against your lips before thrusting back inside. 

When you cough and choke around his dick, he grabs the base of his cock and tugs himself free of your mouth. Thick silvery strands of spit connect his twitching cock to your swollen lips. He hums and slaps his spit-covered cock across your cheek, smearing drool and precum across the skin.

Leon eases from your fluttering cunt and slams back into your hot, slick hole. “You just want our cum, don’t you, baby? Want to swallow Jack’s load down your slutty throat and let your daddy breed your needy little pussy, huh?”

Not letting you answer, Jack slips his dick back into your mouth, the tip weeping against your tongue. Leon moves a hand off of your hip to reach underneath to strum his fingers across your clit. The little bud is fat and swollen with arousal, making it easy for him to tease. Moaning, your fingers twist in the sheets, arms barely holding yourself up. You must not be the only one overly sensitive at this point—Jack grits his teeth and wraps his fingers tight around his cock.

”Getting close, sweetheart. You ready to swallow my load?” He ruts the tip across your tongue before dipping further to bump against  your throat and make your eyes water.

Humming, you hope your expression conveys how ready you are to drink down his cum—how ready you are to feel the hot ropes coating your throat. Jack sighs, hips flexing as he fucks into your mouth with steady strokes. You clamp down on Leon’s cock, and his thrusts stutter before picking back up, cock splitting you open at a quicker pace.

”So good,” Leon praises you. “Pussy’s gonna squeeze me dry, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna breed you nice and deep.”

Whining, you try to push your ass back against him, but Jack’s grip around your head prevents you from moving too much. Leon’s fingers rub your clit harshly as both men fuck your mouth and pussy in tandem; with a garbled wail, your body locks up—brain whiting out in pure ecstasy. Your arms nearly give out, but Jack holds up your shoulder with one hand, the other bracing your chest. He rocks his dick into your mouth one last time and spills hot and thick onto your tongue. Swallowing, your tongue lashes against his cock, lapping at the fat length until he finally pulls free from your mouth.

”Damn, sweetheart,” he chuckles, patting your cheek. “Felt so good it almost makes me hard enough to go again.”

Your dad’s forearm braces across your chest, holding you upright as he pounds your cunt. Jack crowds into your space, kissing you slowly. Moaning, you let him lick into your mouth, sharing the musky taste of his cum with him. He groans, chasing the flavor against your tongue, making the kiss sloppy.

”Fuck, gonna cum,” Leon hisses. “Fuck, fuck, take it, take it.”

He grunts nonsensically, fucking into you twice more before spilling inside your fluttering walls. Thick, sticky ropes of your dad’s cum paint your hole white, spilling out from around his cock to drip down your thighs. His cock throbs and kicks inside your pussy, making you clench down on him with a moan. Jack makes out with you the entire time Leon fills your cunt full of cum. Once he’s finished, your dad pulls out with a sigh, a hand patting your hip. You slump forward into Mr. Krauser’s chest, and he laughs.

”Tired?”

”Mm hmm.” You don’t even try to stifle the yawn overtaking your face.

”I guess we can join Ashley finally,” Leon jokes, nodding his head at the girl still sleeping away at the edge of the bed. 

How she slept through all of the commotion, you will never know. Leon and Jack tuck you into the middle before Mr. Krause moves his daughter next to you. She makes a sleepy snuffling noise before burying her face into his pecs when he lies next to her; Leon bookends it by spooning behind you.

”We should plan more vacations together,” Jack muses.

Too tired to even open your eyes, you hum in response while Leon snorts.

Pausing to catch your breath, you drag the back of your hand across your forehead, wiping away the sweat before it drips into your eyes.

”Hey, did I say you could take a break?” Leon’s sharp voice startles you, making you jump in place.

”No, Dad, sorry,” you mumble, shoulders slouching inward.

You continue to clean out the garage, packing away heavy items into the loft and feeling the strain in your muscles. Your dad hovers in the background, straightening up his tools and cleaning his bike. It’s been a while since that whole spanking fiasco happened, and Leon has basically had you on house arrest. He’s made you work your ass off every single day, no breaks and no leniency. You’re so tired that by the time you climb into bed, you pass out before your head hits the pillow.

It’s total bullshit, you think, glaring over at him, his back turned to you while he reorganizes his toolbox. A low throb pulses in your dick, and you go hot all over, a flash of memory of your dad’s fingers inside you appearing in your mind’s eye. Embarrassment forces you to turn away, willing down the arousal threatening to chub your cock. There’s no telling what your dad would say if he saw your boner. Luckily, burying yourself back into manual labor takes your mind off of it. Hours pass by before your dad finally speaks up again.

”Finish moving that last crate up to the loft and go clean up.”

“Yes, sir!” Relieved that your dad is calling it quits, you jump to do as he says before heading back into the house to shower.

After washing up, you leave the bathroom with a waft of steam. Quickly making your way to your room, you don’t see your dad hovering at the end of the hallway. You drop the towel at the end of your bed, not even bothering with getting dressed since you plan on crawling into your sheets naked. Flopping facedown onto the mattress, you turn your head and sigh. Maybe your punishment is nearly up, seeing how Leon barely made you work today—well, that’s in comparison with how the rest of the month has been going. You can’t believe he’s treating you like some kind of workhorse, especially after…

Body flushing warm, you nuzzle your face into the pillow, blood rushing to your cock. 

Especially after he spanked you and fingered you right here in this very bed. Groaning, you roll over onto your back, hand brushing against your stiffening cock. You’re too lazy to dig out your lube, just running your fingertips up and down your hard length. Eyes closing, you let yourself fall back into that memory. Your dad’s hands spanking you so hard you could barely sit the next day. Fingering your hole and making you drip all over his lap.

”Fuck, so unfair,” you whine out loud, hand gripping the base of your dick before cupping your balls.

Bringing up your free hand, you suck on two fingers, mind hazy with the thought of pressing them against your hole… Maybe press the tip of one inside. Groaning, you sloppily suck on the digits, hand jerking off your cock.

”Now, now, what have we here?”

Leon’s amused tone makes you squawk in surprise, hands reaching for your blanket to cover your naked body.

”Dad! What’re you doing in here?”

”Are you getting an attitude?” He shuts your door behind him, the click of the handle sounding loud. “You know I check up on you from time to time to make sure you stay out of trouble.”

Wincing, you drop your head. Ever since you got caught, Leon’s randomly stopped in to see if you’re still in your room. You wouldn’t ever think to sneak out—too afraid of how much worse he could make his punishment. Your horndog thoughts made you forget, too excited about touching yourself to wait until it’s late at night.

”So, what do you tell me?” He moves until he’s standing at the side of your bed.

”I’m sorry, Dad.” You look up into his face, a flutter of nerves bubbling in your gut at the look he’s giving you—like he’s a rabid wolf and you're a slab of meat.

”Good boy,” he croons, and in spite of yourself, happiness from his praise suffuses your chest. “Now show me what you were doing.”

Biting your bottom lip, your eyes dart around your room. “Oh, uh, that’s a little embarrassing…”

You trail off, and Leon smirks down at you.

”Son, show me what you were doing.”

Hands shaking, a sick thrill trips down your spine when you move the blanket aside to show Leon your aching, leaky cock.

He clicks his tongue. “Such a naughty boy. Just what am I going to do with you?”

”Dad,” you whine, dick flexing and leaking even more precum under his hungry gaze.

”So dirty,” he drawls, his hand reaching down to swipe a finger across your oozing slit. “Look at this mess.”

He holds his finger up to your lips. “Clean it up.”

Lip trembling, your mouth drops open, tongue swiping across his fingertip; the burst of musky salt makes you whine, sucking the taste of yourself off of your dad’s finger.

“Atta boy.” His warm tone has you moaning, thighs pressing together to stave off the urge to touch your dick. “You always listen when it counts, don’t you?”

He pats your cheek, a wet smear of spit left behind cooling your skin. Your thoughts are on a loop, more of the same as last time—you shouldn't be getting off on this; and as gross as you feel, it does nothing to dampen the want buzzing under your skin. It seems like you blink, and the next thing you know your dad is sitting in your bed with you sitting between his legs—your back pressing into his chest. He kicks the blanket off your bed, leaving you totally nude. 

“Go ahead, show me.”

His rough baritone tickles your brain, sending you into a mild panic. Are you developing a voice kink over your own dad? Totally oblivious to your internal upheaval, Leon taps the back of your hand.

”Come on, I want to see what you were doing. Don’t make me tell you again.”

”O-okay.” You nod, hand nervously gripping your half-hard cock. Fuck, you didn’t even go soft at all during this whole time. Humiliation scorches your veins, fanning your arousal into an inferno.

Gently, you begin stroking your cock, working up to a quicker tempo. After a few minutes, you gasp out heavily, teeth snagging on your bottom lip to stop any sounds from escaping. Leon snorts, the movement of his chest brushing your back and making you hyper aware of his body.

”You can’t even do this right. What kind of son have I raised?”

His words settle low in your gut, and you moan, hand speeding up to stroke yourself off harder and faster.

”God, I’ll do it,” he huffs, batting your hand away to replace it with his own broad, calloused one.

Your eyes nearly bug out of your skull, fingers tangling into your sheets to give them something to hold onto. Leon keeps the fast pace you started, but his grip is much tighter, forming a rough tunnel for you to fuck. Your hips thrust upwards, but his other hand grabs your waist, keeping you seated against him. Slowing his wrist, he jerks you off with long, tight squeezes. The errant thought of this must be how he gets himself off makes you squirm in place. Leon teases the tip with every stroke until you can’t take it anymore. 

“Dad, stop,” you mewl pitifully, your voice whiny in a way that reminds you of girls getting fingered in pornos you’ve seen. 

“Why?” He asks silkily, lips brushing the shell of your ear and sending goosebumps down your arms. “How’re you ever going to learn if I don’t show you?”

His hand pumps up and down your leaking cock, his strokes wet and sticky with each glide. Whimpering, you turn your head, trying to avoid the situation happening right now… trying to avoid the fact your dad’s jerking you off and you like it. Disgust twists up your insides before curling next to the arousal pooling in your gut.

“Please,” you beg, tears clogging your throat. “Dad.”

Almost too low to hear, he groans, fisting your cock even harder, pinky brushing against your balls and making you whimper. You part your thighs to give him more room, practically telling him to keep touching you in such a taboo way.

“I must’ve been too lenient with you,” Leon murmurs in disappointment. “My own son doesn’t even know how to touch himself… how to jack off properly.” 

He clicks his tongue, and it makes your stomach flutter, shame from both getting caught and also getting off on your dad ‘teaching’ you how to jerk off. Precum blurts from the tip, smoothing Leon’s strokes along your dick and making your toes curl. He loosens the ring of his fingers, shallowly fucking his hand onto your cock. You moan pitifully, and he chuckles.

“What? This is another punishment, boy.” Condescension drips from every word, making you feel even hotter. “Maybe if you behave, I’ll let you cum all over my fist.”

Moaning again, your head falls back against his shoulder. “Fuck, please, Dad, ‘m sorry, I’ll be good.”

Leon grunts but doesn’t say anything else. He lets go, and you cry out, about to beg for more until you notice him bringing his palm up to your mouth.

“Spit.”

Dazedly, you parrot him. “Spit?”

He wiggles his fingers. “Spit.” Leaning forward, you catch sight of his stubbled jaw from the corner of your eye. He hawks a glob of saliva into his palm before bringing it closer to your mouth. “Do it.”

Arousal makes your cock throb, and you spit in your dad’s hand, right on top of the pool of saliva he left behind. He keeps his hand there, making you spit a couple more times until he deems it wet enough. Leon shifts his palm back down to your cock and begins to slowly stroke you off, smearing the mixed spit all up and down your throbbing length. 

“Fuck, Dad, fuck.” Your legs kick out, the tip of your dick weeping precum and making it sound even wetter with every pump of his fist.

”Watch that language.” His hot breath drifts across the back of your neck. “Or I’ll have to do something about that mouth next.”

”S-s-sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t m-mean it.”

”I’ll let it go this time,” he rumbles, fingers squeezing your tip until it twinges, the pain making you whine and hump up into his hand.

He clicks his tongue, his voice wry with amusement. “Dirty, dirty boy.”

Horny beyond belief, your cock flexes in his hand, balls drawing tight to your body. “I’m c-close,” you choke out, abs tensing.

”Should I let such a naughty son finish?”

”Please, please, Dad, please,” you babble, eyes rolling back as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

”I suppose you’ve earned it,” he laughs mockingly, and it makes your stomach burn. “Cum for me then, show me how good I’m making you feel.”

Your back bows, heels digging into your mattress. Keening moans fall from your lips, unable to suppress the sound anymore. Cum spurts from your tip, Leon’s hand stroking you through your orgasm. Head rocking back and forth against his collarbone, you gasp for air, thighs twitching, balls drawn tight to your body and throbbing with each rope of cum coating your dad’s knuckles.

”Good boy,” he murmurs into your ear, tongue darting out to tag against the lobe. “Shoot it all out, get my fist all sticky with your cum.”

”Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, tongue fat in your mouth.

One last weak spurt leaves you reeling, balls drained and empty. Leon chuckles and brings his cum-coated hand up to your mouth.

”Good boys clean up the mess they make,” he growls, and it makes your cock throb. “C’mon, don’t leave my hand dirty.”

”Yes, sir,” you mumble, feeling lightheaded and turned on—weak from your orgasm.

Head angling up, your lips part and you suck your dad’s fingers into your mouth. The taste of your own spunk isn’t the greatest, but the way Leon groans behind you makes you want to keep at it. He slides each finger into your mouth individually, letting you suck the load you shot off of the digits. You moan and lathe your tongue between the bends of his fingers and across his palm.

”Such a good son I have,” he nips the shell of your ear, and your hips jerk; his bulge brushes against your ass and sends your thoughts spinning in all different directions.

”Dad,” you rasp, face hot with embarrassment. “Dad.”

”That’s all for tonight.” His damp hand grips your thigh roughly, and he pushes you to the side, moving out from behind you.

Your eyes catch him adjusting his pants, hiding how hard he’s become. Swinging open your bedroom door, he pauses in the threshold, similar to the last time things went too far between you.

”Dad,” you call out softly, warring emotions bubbling up behind your sternum.

Cutting his gaze back at you, his profile stands out, strong and firm. “You…” He turns back away from you. “You can sleep in tomorrow. We’ll take it easy this weekend.”

The door shuts behind him, leaving you alone to parse through what just happened. You sink back into your sheets, catching a whiff of your dad’s aftershave. It sends a shameful pulse of want ricocheting in your body, and you clench your eyes shut. Standing up, you rip the sheets off your bed and hurriedly put new ones on, snuggling underneath the comforter once you finish.

You hear a door shut somewhere, and it nabs your attention away from straightening up your room. Floppy ear cocked back, your head tilts as you listen for any more noise. The faint tread of feet makes its way from the front door to what sounds like the study. Your brows pinch together before your whole face brightens with a smile, tail wagging happily. 

Leon’s back! Chief, as the rest of the household has taken to calling him. His nickname makes you giggle every time you hear it, so it’s kind of stuck around longer than the last one. You remember old-timer wasn’t something he even cared to be called, but he’s the eldest, so he couldn’t really argue the point. Regardless, he’s back home, and you’re so excited to see him. It’s been too long!

Quickly making your way downstairs (walking, not running—pups aren’t allowed to run in the house), you head to the study. Leon’s broad back is turned to you, and you stand there a moment, hands clasped and ever eager to run up to him, but you don’t want to rush him just as he’s getting home.

Leon stills his movement and turns his head to the side—stumbled jaw, straight nose, and one blue eye coming into view. Catching sight of you, he fully turns to face you, and you notice the reading glasses perched on his nose.

“Hi, sweetheart,” his low voice sounds bleary to your ears.

“Hi, Daddy!” You smile widely, finally allowing yourself to bound over to him and wrap him in a hug.

Giggling, you rub your nose against his, jostling his glasses, and he cracks a tired smile.

“You been good while I’ve been gone?” He ruffles your ears, and your tail thumps against your legs excitedly.

Bobbing your head, your ears flop. “Yep! I’ve been so good!”

“Promise?”

“Pinkie promise!” You nuzzle the side of his face and lathe a wet stripe of your tongue against his cheek. “C’mon, Daddy, let’s go play!”

A frown pinches his brows together, and he rubs his chin, stubble rasping against his palm. “Sorry, baby, but I’m pretty wiped. Plus, I’m not even finished with work just yet. Still got my report to type up.”

Your tail and ears droop, smile dimming at his words. “Oh.” The excitement of seeing Leon bleeds out into soft disappointment. “Okay, Daddy, I’ll see you later.”

“Later, pup,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You huff a little sigh and leave him in the study. Since you’re closer to the garage, you decide to peek in and see if your grumpy daddy is there or not. Reaching the doorway, you ease open the door and see a dark blonde head of hair peeking over the side of a Ducati. Tail twitching, you perk up with the promise of hanging out with Leon as he works on his motorcycle.

As you walk over to him, he must hear you since his head pops up over the saddle. He gives you a little grin. 

“Hey, troublemaker.”

“Daaaddy,” you pout, tail swishing twice behind you.

“Just teasing ya, sweetheart,” he chuckles, wiping the back of his gloved hand across his face, smearing a line of grease across his cheekbone.

Walking over to him, you reach for the rag he keeps near his toolbox.

Handing it to him, you tease, “Messy, messy. You know you have to come into the house with clean paws.”

Shaking his head, he takes the proffered cloth. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“Uh-uh, it means bath time,” you giggle.

Wiping his face, he tosses the rag onto his toolbox. He kneels back down at the side of his back and continues to work on it. You fidget in place before kneeling down, fiddling with a socket wrench in his pile of tools. Twisting the wrench, you try to click it faster and faster until a hand suddenly squeezes yours, preventing you from moving.

“Why don’t you go see what pretty boy is up to?” Your grumpy daddy offers up, lips pressed into a thin line, straining to smile but only coming across stiff.

Pouting again, you give him your patented big puppy dog eyes. “I was just sitting here.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he sighs, eyes flicking to the wrench and back to your face. “But Daddy doesn’t need any help right now. And I don’t want you to get all dirty.”

Standing up, you give Leon a weak smile. “Okay.”

“C’mere, give me a kiss.” He angles his head, and you lean down, loudly smacking your lips against his fuzzy cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, “now, don’t get up to too much mischief.”

“I won’t,” you promise. You watch as he goes back to fiddling with the Ducati, the sound of him working on his motorcycle following you out of the garage.

Taking his advice, you wander further into the house, slowly making your way to your pretty daddy’s room. At least, that was the plan, but you hear something thud in the rookie’s room. The door to his office is ajar, and you poke your head through. 

He’s sitting at his desk, piles of folders spread out across the surface. A few seemed to have fallen off the side, spilling across the floor, explaining the noise you heard moments ago. His hair looks messy, like he’s run his hands through it a dozen times, and his lips move while he reads along with the words on the page. You stifle a happy laugh at just how cute he looks!

Stepping further into the room draws his attention up. He beams at you, blue eyes lighting up. 

“Hi, sunshine, what’re you up to?”

”Nothin’ much,” you answer, shrugging. 

“Oh, yeah,” his voice trails off, eyes dipping back down to the papers in his hand.

“What’re you doing?”

You move over to stand by his chair, looking out over his messy desk.

“Trying to organize all these files, shred the ones I don’t need anymore, that kinda thing,” he replies mindlessly, attention still focused away from you.

“Daddy,” you mumble, draping yourself over his shoulders, your head digging into his shoulder. “I’m bored.”

“I’m sorry.” He reaches back and rubs your ears, making your tail wag back and forth. “Wish I could spend some quality time with you, princess, but I really got to get this done.”

Rubbing your face against his shirt, you whuff sadly. “Can’t you take a break?”

“Aww, I really wish I could.” He drops the papers and swivels his chair to face you. “Listen, how about this? Once I finish up, I promise we’ll head out for some ice cream.”

You perk up, tail wagging a little faster. “Really? Even if it’ll be late?”

He nods firmly. “Even if it’ll be late. I won’t let the others railroad me into not letting you get a treat for being such a sweet, patient girl.”

“Daddy!” You squeal happily. “Thank you!”

You kiss him sloppily on the cheek, and he flushes under the attention.

“But,” he holds out a finger, emphasizing his point, “that means you have to be good, or else it’ll be a no-go, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree quickly. “Cross my heart.” You draw a big X over your chest. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he coos, bringing both hands up to pet your ears. “Now, remember what I said.”

“I will,” you sing-song. 

He gives your ears one last stroke before turning back to his desk. With a promise of future ice cream, you skip out of his study. You make your way to the last Leon’s room, picking back up on the suggestion from your grumpy daddy of visiting the pretty boy. You roll your eyes at the nickname. All of your daddies are pretty.

Arriving at Leon’s door, you knock before swinging it open (a bad habit you’ve yet to break). It’s a testament to how often you barge into rooms since Leon barely flinches at the sudden entrance. Flicking his eyes over to you, he sends you a quick wink and goes back to packing his bag.

“Are you leaving?” You rush to his side, plastering yourself against him and nuzzling his temple. “Daddy, don’t go.”

You whimper and lick his jaw. He hums sympathetically, dropping his shirt on top of his luggage, then turns toward you and pulls you into a hug.

“Sorry, squirt, but duty calls,” he jokes, trying to lighten your mood. “I know it’s not what you wanna hear, but I won’t be gone too long.”

His hands rub across your back, broad sweeps of his palm meant to soothe. “We’ll head to that park you like when I get back. How’s that sound, kiddo?”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” he murmurs gently. “Now, as much as I wanna squeeze you in here with my socks, I don’t think you’d fit.”

He pulls back to catch a watery smile. Leon ticks his forefinger under your chin with a grin.

“There’s my little sunshine.” He smoothes his thumbs across your cheekbones. “I promise we’ll hang out so much when I get back that you’ll be sick of me.”

“You better,” you affirm, eyes squinting and stern.

He chuckles and ruffles your ears, turning back to his luggage. “You know I’m good for it, squirt. Now let me pack, and I’ll say goodbye before leaving.”

Chuffing pitifully, you drag your feet as you leave Leon’s room. Eyes cast down, you miss his concerned look. You shut the door behind you, and it’s like the dam breaks. Your body sinks in on itself, shoulders pulling inward and ears flattening against your head. Sadness creeps into your thoughts, and you decide to just go back to your room.

Once there, even the bright colors and decorations do nothing to cheer you up. Taking in the rainbows scattered everywhere and the cute stuffies dotted around your room, you feel too miserable to enjoy it at all. Usually the cheerful nature of your own space is enough to pull you out of your funk, but today isn’t one of those days. 

You crawl into your pen, snuggling deep under your pile of blankets and pillows. The soft throws cocoon you, almost like you’re being swaddled. Sniffling, you don’t actually cry, although you feel on the verge of tears. Every single one of your daddies is too busy for you. Thinking back on the last few weeks, it’s been a lot of the same. They’re all too busy; they have a mission to prepare for; they promise once they’re finished working that their schedule will open up. 

And yet…

You snuffle deeper into your fluffy blankets, sadness plucking at your heart and sending your thoughts down a spiral. Maybe they’re mad at you, and this is just a subtle way of expressing it… You don’t mean to be messy when you’re outside on your walks. And you sometimes forget to clean your room, and one of your daddies has to remind you to straighten up.

You promise yourself to do better—you just get distracted every now and then. Maybe the Leons are tired of having to tell you to clean up. 

Maybe…

You squeeze your eyes shut, a few tears slipping past your lashes. 

Maybe they won’t treat you like their sweet pup anymore. Too busy with their own individual interests, you’ll just fall to the wayside. Just a ghost haunting their presence, an afterthought in their minds. Burying yourself even deeper in your blankets, you wallow in your misery for hours, totally clueless to what’s happening with the rest of the household.

Unbeknownst to you, there’s a quasi manhunt going on to find you, with all of the Leons working together to suss you out.

Lee checks one of your favorite hidey-holes near the couch. “I feel bad I didn’t let her stick around. I was only working on some files.”

“Ease up on yourself, rookie; we’ve all been pretty distant. Slacking in our own ways.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Chief. But I still feel bad.”

A tired sigh from the eldest, “Me too, honestly.”

“Nowhere on this side of the house.” A different Leon enters from the kitchen. “She obviously wasn’t in the garage with me, but the kitchen and laundry are clear, too.”

“Pretty boy, you find her yet?!” The grumpy one calls out.

“No!” A voice calls back from upstairs. “But, I think that just leaves her room.”

All of them meet up with him at the top of the stairs and make their way to your room. The rookie raps his knuckles on your door a few times, but when you don’t answer, he pushes it open. At first, it doesn’t look like you’re in your room, either. It’s not until Chief kneels down to your pen and sees the lump under the covers that they find you.

He looks over at the group, and they nod, all on the same page. Reaching out a hand, he gently touches your leg where it’s sticking out from the blankets. Jumping, you flail in your cocoon, twisting and whining until Leon helps you free yourself. You raise up, one ear flopped back on your head, and tear tracks cover your cheeks.

“Oh, little shadow, come here,” Chief croons, pulling you from your pen and into his arms.

You sniffle and whimper, nuzzling against his stubbled cheek. “Hi, Daddy.”

“‘m so sorry, baby,” he comforts you. “We all are.”

“We?” You pull back from his arms enough to look around. Catching sight of the others, you offer up a teary smile.

That’s permission enough for them all to swarm you, hands petting your back and ears with apologies. 

“We’ll do better, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I know we’ve all been busy—” 

“But that’s no excuse. You’re such a sweet pup to put up with our—”

“I’ll take you out for ice cream as much as you want, sunshine.”

“And I’ll take you out to your favorite park. Spend the whole day out there.”

Your tail wags so hard, it beats like a drum against your daddies as they squish you in a group hug. Yipping happily, you lick their hands and faces with a giggle. Showering you with praise and sweet words, your heart feels close to bursting. The silly thoughts from earlier dissipate like mist on a sunny day.

“How about we go snuggle on the couch and watch a movie?” Chief cuts into the noise, eyes locked onto yours.

“That sounds nice.” You duck your head shyly, and they all coo.

“So sweet.”

“A perfect pup.”

“Such a sweetheart.”

The rookie grabs your hand and pulls you up on your feet. Chief follows after with a low groan, knees popping from kneeling so long.

“You okay, Daddy?”

“Right as rain, baby.” He smiles at you. “Now, what’re we going to watch?”

A sharp rap sounds at your door before Leon’s muffled voice speaks through the wood. 

“I’m about to head into work. You gonna be alright?”

Swinging open the door, you come face-to-face with your dad hovering outside the frame, dressed in his RPD uniform.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m probably gonna turn in early.”

Leon glances down to take in your casual wear, some old ratty t-shirt and sweats. 

”Okay, call me if you need anything. The boys down at the station will know to patch you through.”

“I know, Dad.” You roll your eyes; it’s the same spiel he gives you every time he has to work late.

”Alright, alright, I get it,” Leon chuckles. ”I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.”

“Night, Dad.”

He nods and shuts your bedroom door behind him. Listening for another minute or so, you blow out a breath. 

“Coast is clear. I can be over at your place in, like, twenty minutes,” you speak into your phone after unmuting the call. 

Parker whistles. “Man, your dad wouldn’t even be able to guess what you’re up to tonight.”

“He never does,” you laugh. “I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up with your friend, you change and grab your keys. Luckily for you, Parker only lives a few blocks away, so you don’t have to worry about the neighbors ratting you out to your dad about taking the car; you can just walk the short distance and have Parker drop you off later.

Arriving at Parker’s, he lets you in, and you both make your way upstairs to his room.

“Are you going to talk with your advisor this week?”

Rolling your eyes, you flop down on his bed.

“Yeah, I’ll get around to it.”

You pull out your phone, clearing out your notifications. Feeling Parker staring at you, you finally look up and see the disbelief written all over his face. 

“What?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He sighs and turns to his closet, rummaging around for a jacket. You can still make out his voice, though it’s muted. 

“Man, you gotta lock down your major sooner or later,” he sighs and steps out of his closet. “It would suck ass if something happened. You’re the only friend I actually like that’s in the same classes as me. I wanna keep it that way.”

“Not to mention if your dad found out…” He mimes slitting his throat. “So don’t fuck it up, capiche?”

You snark, good-heartedly. “Relax, I’ll have it all squared away before the end of the next week.”

“Promise me,” he squints, brown eyes going steely. 

“What do you want me to do? Pinky swear?” You move up off the bed and stand in front of him. Raising your left arm, you hold out a nearly closed fist, pinky finger extended. “I promise I’ll go.”

He rolls his eyes—and meeting your sarcastic gesture, links your pinkies together. “You’re such a jackass.”

Parker’s right, though. You’ve left your dad totally in the dark about your extracurricular activities—mainly getting up to no good with Parker—so your schoolwork has taken the back burner a time or two. The school admin has let you off the hook every time, so it’s not like you’ve gotten into serious trouble. Plus, you’re never late to practice, so the coaches don’t ride your ass too hard, either. 

“I think that about does it,” Parker chimes into your introspective thoughts and steps away from his dresser. “You ready to par-tay?”

“So, we’re still going to crash your cousin’s place?” You grin, moving toward the door.

”Yep.” He picks up his phone and glances at the screen. “Which it’s not really crashing. We’re just showing up to hang out.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Is he going to see it that way?”

“Who cares?” He shrugs. “Besides, if he's a total asshole, I might just slip to my auntie about where his emergency fund really went.”

You shake your head. “Man, am I glad you’re not my cousin.”

He waves his hand and pockets his phone. “Yeah, yeah. You ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be.” 

Your friend laughs, slapping you hard on the back. “Alright, let's go get hammered!”

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You smile to yourself, quietly locking the front door behind you. Parker’s party got well out of hand—well, his cousin’s party—and you ended up coming home later than you thought. Not that it matters, you think; Dad’s usually working late, and when he’s not, he still thinks you’re at home being a good son.

It almost makes you laugh. Between all the classes you attend and the odd hours at the precinct, you and your dad mainly hang out together on the weekends. Leon dubbed it Father and Son Bonding Saturdays. He’s always chill, finding fun stuff for you two to do. You’re not worried about him finding out what you’ve been up to, especially tonight.

Practically gloating, you breeze into your room without a care in the world.

“Glad to see you out enjoying yourself."

You whirl around in shock. “Dad! What the hell are you doing in my room?“

Leon shrugs, and you notice he’s still in his uniform. Or at least he’s in his blue slacks and the white undershirt he wears under his police jacket. Pushing himself from the wall he had been leaning against, he walks closer to you. 

"I came by to see you and test a little theory I had going.”

Boxing you in against your door, Leon’s blue-eyed gaze burns into your own. 

"Disappointed to find out I was right.”

“What?” Nervous trepidation creeps down your spine. “No, I—you know what, just get the hell out of my room! I didn’t give you permission to just walk in here and—”

Your tirade ends in a gasp when Leon reaches out to grab onto your bicep. You’re not exactly a pushover; with all the sports you’re involved in, you do have some muscle, but your dad has you beat by a landslide. He yanks you over to the bed, sitting down heavily and pulling you into his lap.

"What're you doing?!" You yell, your voice rising. 

Leon ignores your outrage and flips you over onto your stomach, leaving you to look down at your carpeted floor. Your shirt rides up, and your lower stomach rubs against the rough fabric of his pants, scratching your skin.

It is humiliating. Your dad is manhandling you across his lap like you’re still a little kid. You can’t even remember the last time he spanked you! Thrashing against him only leads to Leon using one arm to brace around your hips—a taut band of muscle preventing you from wiggling around. Your dad’s other hand is left free, his fingers reaching up to grab the waist of your pants and tug them down. 

"You motherfu-"

You yelp in surprise.

“Your punishment won’t take if you can’t feel it,” he says, voice low and serious while he pulls down your underwear, leaving your ass totally bare.

“Dad,” trepidation colors your tone, “just take the car away or something. This isn’t necessary.”

“Isn’t it?” He muses. “I know you’ve been acting up. You and your little friends getting into stuff you shouldn’t be. That all stops now.”

Leon’s hand comes down harshly, heat blooming across your skin where his palm connects to your ass. Body jumping in his hold, he tightens his grip around your hips. He spanks the opposite cheek, the sting sparking across your skin. 

Your thoughts are a blur in your mind. Did someone at the school rat you out? How the hell did he find out about anything?! You squirm in his lap uncomfortably. Leon grabs your arms and wrestles them behind your back, gripping your wrists together in one hand.

“Pay attention,” his gravelly voice makes your belly tighten. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice.”

“Dad,” you whimper, humiliation settling into your chest like a heavy stone.

Slapping your ass repeatedly, he swaps from each cheek, making sure to strike the same spot. The sharp sting sends a pulse of pain through you, a dull burn that begins to settle as an ache in the base of your cock. One particular slap rocks your hips down, and you can’t help but whimper when your half-hard dick rubs against your dad’s leg.

Leon doesn’t say anything, but he pauses—his warm hand petting your bare ass.

“Sit still, boy,” the huskiness of his words makes you bite your lower lip.

Leon’s calloused palm cracks down on your ass again and again, spanking you hard enough that heat rises from your skin. Arching your back does nothing but press your hard on against his thigh, embarrassment at the situation sending you into a spiral.

Sick arousal thrums heavy in your cock, precum dripping from the slit even as Leon spanks you—because he’s spanking you. Your body doesn’t feel like your own, like any out-of-body experience—you can see and feel what’s happening, but there’s a disconnect with your inner thoughts.

The more Leon spanks you, the more you find yourself turned on.

“W-what’re you—” you gasp, voice a breathy exclamation.

Your dad’s thumb brushes across your perineum before ghosting across your hole. Clenching your ass, you try to prevent him from touching you any further. 

“Stop, you shouldn’t b-be doing that.” You strain against the hold on your arms. “D-dad, please.”

“Hush,” he murmurs, fingers trailing across your balls before tapping at your chubbed cock. “It’s not much of a punishment if you’re enjoying it, son.”

“I—I’m not,” you argue, tongue heavy in your mouth. “I swear.”

”Your mouth says one thing, but this slutty body says another,” he laughs, condescension dripping from every word. 

Unable to move, you can only whimper when your dad teases the drippy head of your cock. Dragging his wet fingers back to your ass, he presses the tips against your hole. You’re disgusted with yourself at the pulse of arousal humming in your body. And yet, it doesn’t stop you from moaning when Leon presses roughly against your perineum as he slides one finger gently into your ass.

“Dad, please.” You don’t know if you want him to stop or to continue. With your thoughts and feelings a complete mess, it leaves you feeling frozen with indecision.

“Now, now,” he shushes you. “Such a shameful boy, getting hard from a little spanking.”

“No,” you mewl pitifully, precum blurting from the tip of your cock.

His fingers slip away, and you hear him spit right before he brings them back to your hole.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, “Dad, this is so wrong.”

“Says the one leaking all over my lap,” he chuckles, fingers petting across your opening.

A high, keening cry leaves your throat when Leon slowly begins to finger you. The feeling is strange and foreign, but a fresh wave of arousal hits you, your cock flexing with the sensation. Your dad’s spit-slick finger presses deeper into your hole, tugging on the rim before gently stretching you wider and adding a second finger.

“Dad, fuck, stop. It’s too much, take it out,” you whimper, helpless at what’s happening to you but deriving a perverse pleasure from it nonetheless. 

Hole spasming around Leon’s probing digits, he softly strokes your inner walls before playing with the rim.

“Who knew my son would have such a sensitive little hole, hmm?” He teases, fingers stroking over your furled opening before lightly tapping against your balls.

“S-shut up,” you bite out, moaning when he slaps your ass. 

“Watch that bratty tone.” He spanks you a couple more times before going back to teasing your rim.

Whimpering at the juxtaposing sensations, you grind yourself against his thigh, balls throbbing with the urge to cum. Lashes wet, you bite back the tears threatening to spill. Humiliation burns hot like an ember in your gut, leaving you wanting more. Leon’s fingers slip back inside your hole, tips circling deeper until a lightning bolt of pleasure spears through you.

“There it is,” your dad mumbles under his breath.

His fingers stay pressed against your prostate, driving your lust to new heights. Your mouth drops open, panting, like you can’t catch your breath. Sweat pools in your lower back, leaving your skin tacky. Your dad keeps rubbing and circling inside your hole, and it makes your thighs tremble.

“Fuck,” you hiccup a whine. “Dad, stop. Fuck, please, I—I’m—it feels weird.”

His fingers slip from your ass, and he hums down at you. You’re unprepared for the handful of slaps Leon showers your tender skin. Wriggling against him does nothing to stop him from spanking you over and over. 

“Fucking hell, Dad. I c-can’t take it,” you plead desperately, balls throbbing and cock a trigger hair away from spilling all over your dad’s uniform.

One last harsh spank, and Leon is shifting you off his lap and dumping you face down onto your bed. Relief and disappointment war back and forth in your mind with your face buried in the sheets. Dick uncomfortably pressed between your body and the bed, you have to physically stop yourself from rocking down to chase that need and finally tip over the edge.

Your ass feels like it’s on fire, and… you rub your face deeper into the sheets in mortification. And your hole tingles and clenches around nothing, almost like you miss having your dad’s calloused fingers stretching you open.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” Leon’s brusque tone cuts into your crash out. 

You flip him off, not caring if it makes him mad. But since your face is turned away, you don’t see your dad adjust himself, trying to hide the obvious bulge giving away his own arousal at the situation.