dadβs bsf jack abbot fucks you in the kitchen >_< (tw: age gap, smut, p in v, nsfw 18+ mdni)
Jack had known your father since their military days, making him completely off limitsβ a line that meant nothing now that he had you pinned flat against his dining table, with your cunt hungrily taking every inch of the older manβs cock.
"Good girl, hold onto the edge fβme. Fuckβ you take me so well princess," Jack grunted, his eyes fixed on the way your plush ass bounced against him with every heavy thrust. Your knuckles turned white against the polished wood, broken whimpers fracturing past your lips as he hit that sweet spot again and again.
Your climax was rapidly approaching when your phone lit up, vibrating loudly against the tabletop. Jack slowed his pace just enough to glance at the screen, a dark smirk spreading across his face as he read the name on the screen.
"Look at that... your father is calling," he murmured, pressing his full weight down over your back while staying buried deep, his shaft throbbing inside your clenching walls. "Pick it up."
"nonoβJack pleaseβ" you choked out, shaking your head wildly at the sheer cruelty of the request.
Jack drove up into you with a single, brutal buck of his hips, tearing a sharp gasp from your lungs. Before you could pull away, his thumb swiped across the screen, flipping the call straight to speaker.
"Hey, honey," your dadβs voice crackled through, warm and completely clueless. "Just calling to catch up. Are you busy right now? How are you?β
Jack drew back until he was barely inside, then sank back in agonizingly slow, making you feel every ridged inch. You bit your lip until the sharp sting kept you grounded, fighting to keep your voice steady. "N-no, Dad...I'm good. Just...cleaning up the kitchen."
Jackβs palm snaked up your stomach, calloused fingers pinching down on your bare nipple hard enough to make your hips jerk off the table, your body clamping tight around his cock in a sudden vice. He didn't slow down, driving up into you with a deep, punishing pace that left your thighs trembling.
"You sound winded," your dad noted, his voice laced with sudden concern. "Are you feeling alright?"
Jack leaned right against your ear, his breath burning hot against your shell. "Tell him you're fine, unless you want him finding out what a dirty little whore his little girl is for his best friend's cockβ he whispered, accelerating his hips into a faster, meaner rhythm.
"I'mβnghβfine, Dad," you forced out, your breath hitching hard as he split you open with every hard thrust. "Just...tripped over my own feet while rushing to grab my phone."
Your dad let out a soft laugh. "Don't wear yourself out kiddo. Catch up with me tomorrow, okay? Love you."
"Love you, tβ" The response shattered into a muffled moan as Jack bottomed out with cruel depth. His thumb zeroed in on your clit, grinding tight, brutal circles over your peak right as the call disconnected.
A dark chuckle vibrated in his chest, his hands gripping your waist to yank your hips back flush against his pelvis.
"Think your daddy knows his most trusted friend is fucking his baby girl right where he sits when he comes over?" He groaned as your inner walls clamped down in a merciless squeeze at the sheer taboo of it. "Look at you...milking my cock from just hearing his name. βdirty girl.β