Cool Girl

Brett Richards || Break The Ice

Let me get you right- TO. THE. BASE. 😌

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“Oh, he’s chewing it, it’ll be smaller.”

“He can’t possibly-”

Closest match: Bombyx mori BmN4 cell DNA, chromosome 24, sequence Common name: Domestic Silk Moth

warnings: pervy!jack, he calls himself dad, alcohol

your family’s hosting a backyard party on a nice summer night with neighbors and family friends. you were tasked with making sure everyone’s drinks were full and that people were having a good time. you walked past jack, your dad’s best friend, and he grabs your wrist to pull you into his lap. “just the girl I wanna see,” he said with a smile. his hand held you down on him by your waist. he’s bragging about how smart you are and how well you did in college. he reaches forward to grab his beer from the table and brushes his lips on your neck. he takes a swig while his hand is petting your hair. nobody thinks it’s weird. he’s known you since you were a kid. after a while of chatting with others at the table, the wetness in your panties was pooling so much you were afraid he could feel it, so you hurriedly got up to go mingle. as the night went on you kept playing eye tag with him. you always looked away first.

many drinks later, everyone else had gone home or asleep inside the house. you were still outside, cleaning up while jack helped you. sticking close to you. he made the work go much faster, carrying chairs and handling trash so you didn’t have to. when you were done, he asked if he should turn off the hot tub. it had been bubbling all evening, but you hadn’t had a chance to relax in it yet.

“well, honey, that won’t do. c’mon, go jump in, i’ll keep you company.” he lightly pushed you towards the tub and gave your ass a little smack, which made you jump.

you’re pretty fuckin’ drunk. he’s had a few too many beers, too. he’s sitting next to you in the water, his prosthetic leaning against the tub, empty beer bottles on the edge. the jets bubbling all around you and soft light coming up from under the water. you couldn’t help but stare at his chest and arms. and he keeps looking at your breasts in your tiny bikini top, bobbing with the water. he licks his lips when he sees bubbles in your cleavage and you pretend you didn’t see it. his arms were stretched on the edge of the tub, showing off his biceps and chest. he angled his chin up, looking down his nose as he talked to you. his forearm was right behind your head, hand dangling off, close to your neck.

in the past fifteen minutes you’ve felt his fingers brush you a few too many times. and now you felt his big strong hand reaching across himself to rest on your thigh underwater. bringing his body closer. you could feel his breath fanning over you.

“what are you doing?”

“mm, nothing sweetheart, can’t your old man show you some affection?” his fingertips rubbed little circles on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your pussy.

the heat in your face was unbearable. you let his hand stay there as he asked you about your escapades in college. raising an eyebrow and scolding you for going out so much. there were so many pervy men out there who wouldn’t think twice about trying to get you in their bed. he looked you up and down with a smirk on his face. “I know I wouldn’t.”

his comment and the hot water, the steam, the alcohol, and his gorgeous face and chest and arms made you feel so fucking fuzzy, your body feeling limp. there was a quiet moment as you gazed at each other, and then his hand was on your shoulder. stroking your hair and then trailing to your jaw. “d’ya need an old man to take care of you, huh? keep you safe and make you feel good?”

“mhmm,” you managed to choke out.

then his mouth was on you, his tongue pushing inside. as soon as you opened up for him his hands were exploring your body and pulling you onto his lap. you grabbed at the silver hair at the back of his neck, whimpering as he dragged his tongue from your mouth to your jaw, biting you, then back to your sweet, warm mouth. the kiss was nasty now, tongues lapping at each other while his hands squeezed your ass, hard. you’ve wanted this for so long.

he snaked his hand between you and found your pussy and started rubbing you over your bikini bottoms, drawing out a contented moan from you.

“shhh, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear, hm? wouldn’t want anyone knowing that I’m touching you there? that your dad can touch you like this?”

your body jolted at his words and you let out a string of mewls, making him chuckle. “christ, you’re such a dirty girl.”

he popped your tits out of your top to bite and suck on them. he took both tits and squeezed them, thumbs running over your hard nipples while he leaned back to admire you. a lazy, happy smile on your face, eyes drooping. he was the only thing keeping you afloat now.

you arched your back and felt his hard cock under you, just his swim trunks between you. and you have to fucking see it. to suck on it and feel it in your throat and to shove it inside you. you shifted your hips so your pussy was on top of his length, and pressed down, groaning at the contact. rolling your hips like a little whore. he was in heaven. such a smart, pretty, young little thing in his lap, all for him. you smashed your lips into his while you both ground your hips into each other. your pussy growing slicker and you could feel your entrance already widening for him.

your body was getting overheated, a little waterlogged. between kisses you boldly slurred, “wanna take me inside, huh dad?”

he groaned and grasped at your hair. “yeah? you want something? you want this cock, baby?”