In Another Life

"Morning," I greet, my voice already thick with desire. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows the effect he has on me.

"Morning, son," he replies, his gaze flicking down to my tented boxers. "Looks like someone's happy to see me."

I chuckle, "Always, Dad. Always." I lean against the counter, my eyes never leaving his. "What's on the agenda for today?"

He sets his mug down, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I was thinking we could start with you bending me over this counter."

My cock twitches at the suggestion. "Is that so?" I ask, pushing off the counter and stepping closer to him. "And what makes you think I want to do that?"

He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Because I know you, son. I know you love fucking me, and I know you love it when I talk dirty to you."

I groan, my hands finding his hips. "You're right, Dad. I do."

He turns, his back to my front, and I press my cock against his ass. He grinds against me, a low moan escaping his lips. "Fuck, son. You're already so hard."

"Always for you, Dad," I murmur, my hands moving to his chest, my fingers playing with his nipples. He gasps, his head falling back against my shoulder.

"Fuck, that feels good," he moans. I continue to tease his nipples, my other hand moving down to his towel, pulling it open. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking.

"Looks like someone's ready for me," I say, my hand wrapping around his cock. He groans, his hips moving in time with my strokes.

"Fuck, son. You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

I chuckle, my hand moving to his ass, my fingers slipping between his cheeks. "Not yet, Dad. Not until I'm inside you."

He shudders, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, son. You know just how to talk to me."

I spin him around, my mouth crashing down on his. Our tongues clash, our teeth click. It's a messy, desperate kiss, filled with years of pent-up desire. I pull back, my breath ragged. "Get on the counter, Dad. On your back."

He complies, his eyes never leaving mine. I grab the lube from the drawer, my eyes never leaving his body. I squirt some onto my fingers, my eyes locked with his as I bring them to his ass.

"Fuck, son," he moans as I push a finger inside him. "Your fingers are so fucking big."

"And you love it, don't you, Dad?" I say, adding another finger, scissoring them inside him. He moans, his head falling back.

"Fuck, yes. I love it, son. I love everything you do to me."

I continue to stretch him, my other hand stroking his cock. He's leaking profusely now, his cock twitching in my hand. "You ready for my cock, Dad?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Fuck, yes, son. Give it to me. I need your cock inside me."

I pull my fingers out, lining my cock up with his hole. I push in slowly, giving him time to adjust to my size. He moans, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, son. You're so big. You're stretching me so fucking good."

I start to move, my hips snapping forward. "Fuck, Dad. Your ass is so tight. It feels so fucking good."

"Harder, son. Fuck me harder," he moans, his eyes locked with mine. I comply, my hips slamming into him, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room.

"Fuck, Dad. I'm not gonna last," I groan, my fingers digging into his hips.

"Cum inside me, son. Fill me up," he moans, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck, Dad. I'm cumming," I groan, my cock pulsing inside him. He moans, his hand moving faster on his cock.

"Fuck, son. I'm cumming too," he groans, his cock pulsing in his hand, cum shooting onto his stomach.

I collapse on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat. "Fuck, Dad. That was amazing," I murmur, my lips finding his in a soft kiss.

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