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"You want me to fuck you?"

The question came between one rough grunt and another, his half-bare chest rising and falling as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, looking at you with a visceral hunger to devour you. You felt your body respond to that slutty gaze of his—weak legs, pussy throbbing and burning with the ache of wanting him, breath ragged and heavy between your lungs, pupils dilated in awe as the man undressed just for you.

Jack didn’t stop devouring you with his stormy eyes, clouded with passion and desire: seeing you lying there in fragile, beautiful nakedness, legs slightly parted to reveal your wetness—all because of him—adorning his bed in the dim light of a cold afternoon, the fireplace crackling beside you, the air thick with the scent of sex, your sweet perfume mingling with his bittersweet sweat. It was driving him wild with lust and adoration. As soon as Abbot tore off his shirt, his voice came out breathless:

"No..."

"No!?" He raised a challenging eyebrow, hastily undoing his pants, where your eyes wavered at the sight of the thick bulge straining against his underwear. You wet your lips before speaking, matching his defiance: "No. I want you to split me in half with your cock. I want to choke on it today—no making love."

"Oh—" He gasped, then laughed smugly, yanking his pants off and pushing back the fringe that had fallen over his eyes before settling between your legs. He kissed your neck, his stubble prickling your skin, making you shiver. The tip of his nose trailed along the curve of your neck to your ear, his lips pressing hotly against your lobe as his deep voice whispered: "Are you sure you can handle all of me?"

Your hands wrapped around him—beneath your palms, his skin was soft, smooth, warm, and damp with a thin layer of sweat. You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent—wood, upturned earth, sweet sweat, him—before answering:

"If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have asked, Jackie."

You were his ruin.

Jack was (once again) certain of this as he pushed himself up on his arms just to look at you, with the perversion of someone who’d just been invited to destroy something. In this case, to destroy you. He smirked wickedly before leaning down to capture your lips in another slow, wet, messy kiss, grinding against your entrance as if he could already fuck you through the barrier of his underwear. His tongue, soft and possessive, tangled with yours as one of his hands guided yours to his back, then shoved it down his briefs, murmuring against your lips:

"Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?"

"Mhm..." You whimpered softly, giving his cock a teasing squeeze, drawing a low, almost restrained groan from him—one you swallowed in the kiss as you stroked him, your hips rocking against his. Abbot couldn’t take the sheer lust and adoration, roughly pulling your hand away, urgency taking over as he yanked down his briefs, letting them pool at his knees before grabbing you again, crashing his lips back onto yours.

You welcomed him with open arms and legs, so wet that the moment he lined himself up and pressed the head against your entrance, he sank into you with a long, drawn-out moan that sent a wave of unbearable heat through you—you loved hearing him moan for you. Drunk on your pussy, Jack whined:

"Fuck, you feel so good," he started pushing in, slow, deliberate, making sure you both felt every inch, skin to skin, in this dance. "So tight and—" He gasped when you clenched around him, laughing at the face he made—eyes rolling back briefly before shutting, biting his lower lip. He stopped thrusting, opening his eyes in a flash of blue darkened by blown pupils:

"If you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll fill you up—like, now!" He chuckled as you bit your lip, amused, your hands gripping his narrow shoulders for some semblance of control, your voice slipping between a whiny moan and a playful tease:

"Maybe I want you to fill me up, Abbot... Who knows? Maybe we’ll have a little baby in a few months."

"Slut," he growled when you clenched around him again, moaning like a complete whore for you, taking deep breaths to keep from coming right then.

"Come on, Jackie, fuck me good, my love. We’re just getting started, and I want you to ruin me," you murmured, staring into his eyes. Jack looked hypnotized—by you beneath him—his rough worker’s hands gripping your waist firmly, a shock running through both of you as he rolled you onto your side, one hand lifting your thigh over his. His cock had slipped out during the shift, drawing a giggly moan from you before he slid back in, pulling you into a tight embrace, his mouth going straight for your jaw, then your chin, before fucking you with the fury of a man consumed by desire.

Your moans grew louder, filling the room, your bodies pure flame, the world reduced to just this sweet, filthy moment between the two of you.

Abbot’s lips didn’t just devour you—they mapped every inch of your face, his tongue licking your lips, teasing you with kisses he trailed down to your cheek as he thrust deep, hitting that spot, one hand gripping your back to pull you harder onto his cock, slick, feeling you drip around him. It felt so good to be filled by him—not just physically, but emotionally, spiritually—nestled between your soul and heart, sending spasms of pleasure electrifying your thighs, sweat-slicked and crying out in love for him.

"I’m gonna split you in half fucking you like this, my love—" gritted out, stopping his thrusts, making you whine at the loss of his cock. "—Oh, don’t look at me with those begging eyes, sweetheart," he murmured roughly, a tender hand cupping your face as he smirked. "I only stopped because this angle won’t let me shoot my cum deep inside that pretty little pussy, hmm?"

"Oh yeah? Then how are you gonna fuck me now?" There was no shame in these bedroom talks, at least not between you two. Your eyes gleamed, your breathing so heavy each word came out as a gasp, your hands gripping his arms.

Jack simply pulled out of you.

Empty.

Your little whine made him laugh darkly before his strong hands flipped you onto your stomach, one leg hooking over yours as he settled behind you, thick and heavy, sliding back into your soaked, desperate cunt. Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping the sweat-damp sheets as Jack buried his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin, his wild-honey scent enveloping you, his stubble scratching as his other hand slid down to your clit, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles:

"Like this, my love—taking you from behind while I make you squirm on my fingers..."

Your body was pure fire, Jack fucking you with his cock and his fingers—his thrusts slow on the way in, rough on the way out, his balls slapping against you, his fingers slick with your arousal, sending electric shocks through your legs. You rested your head on his forearm beneath you, looking up at him with pleading eyes, met only by the most wicked, sinful gaze. Abbot pulled his hand away for just a second, wetting his fingers with his tongue before returning to your clit with renewed vigor, watching you writhe between his cock and his touch, the pleasure building, building, until—

"Jack!"

His name tore from your lips in the most beautiful moan, music to his ears—and feeling you come around him, milking him, trembling, undid him. A choked groan ripped from his throat as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, his hand stilling on your clit, instead splaying over your lower belly to keep you pressed against him.

You came together, staring at each other.

Smiling, satisfied, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips:

"Stay like this for a bit... Just to make sure you’ll walk out of here pregnant with my child."

"No doubt about that, my love. The way you came in me—the way you made me come..." You laughed, your body still floating from the aftershocks, sensitive, making you squirm beneath him.

You kissed again, this time letting it deepen, tongues tangling, tasting each other before—reluctantly—you pulled away, settling against his warm, comforting body, feeling some of his cum trickle out between your thighs.

Jack shifted over you, his chest pressing against your breasts as he kissed your chin, nipped your nose, sucked on your cheek—"Stop! You’re gonna make me all slobbery...!"

"Oh, you’re talking? The one who just got filled with my cum is complaining about manners?" His laughter against your neck filled the entire space, and you melted into his touch, his mouth lazily mapping your skin, your drowsy eyes fixed on the white plaster ceiling, the orange firelight casting dancing dust motes in the air. You felt like you were floating, even with Jack’s comforting weight on you.

Another kiss, this time on your lips, before Jack whispered:

"I love when you get like this... All dazed after I fuck you."

"How romantic of you—" You laughed, squeezing him tighter against your chest, wishing you could fuse with his sweat-slick body before wriggling free, lying back on the mattress, looking at him with love: "—but you’re right about that... I’m better when I’m with you."

"I doubt that’s just when we’re fucking..." He shifted, offering an arm for you to curl into, his other hand lacing with yours over your stomach.

"Yes, Jack... In everything."

"I feel the same, my love..." he whispered.

When you looked at him, his gaze was distant, lost in thought, and you wished you could read him completely—but you relaxed, reassured by the certainty that Jack would always tell you, in that beautiful voice of his, just how much you meant to him.

As if reading your mind, with the gentleness reserved for holding a delicate flower, Jack brushed your hair from your face, revealing your beauty to him fully, melting all over again. His lips curved into a smile of sincere love and devotion before pressing a kiss to your temple—long, lingering, as if he could telepathically whisper "I love you, love you, adore you, want you, love you" over and over with just that touch.

And so your bodies nestled in that cocoon of love and surrender, humming with pleasure—yours light and content, wrapped in Jack’s unwavering devotion, completely at peace.

The only noises that could be heard in that huge room were the creaking of the chair and the muffled moans you were trying to hide. 

The kitchen was immersed in the darkness of the early morning—only the bluish light of dawn penetrating through the enormous windows with half-open curtains. Between the shadows of the dark room and the light coming from outside, you watched with latent desire the gentle and voracious gaze of Mr. Abbot analyzing you, with surgical care, his mouth half-open to breathe deeply, maintaining all his concentration while you, the person he should be eating the least, were simply sitting on him. It was a sweet irony: of all the young women he could be fucking out there, the one he most longed to have buried deep inside was precisely his best friend's daughter… Fuck Jack Abbot, congratulations you son of a bitch!

But it felt so good.

It felt like a perfect fit—the way your pussy squeezed his cock, almost milking him, was a delicious torture, because at the same time he had to control himself not to start thrusting faster, just to enjoy the moment, it was also extremely important that he remain quiet since neither of you wanted to wake anyone in that house. You also had to stay as silent as possible, even though it was so difficult since he was incredibly hot, letting you get fucked that easily. It only took a chance encounter in the middle of the night, the excuse of drinking a glass of water, and the hunger for each other mixed with the adrenaline of the moment, and before you knew it, your pajamas were on the floor, you were sitting in one of the wooden chairs at the table, holding on to keep from falling and from moaning out loud, while Jack was eating you out. He whispered with his mouth full of you: "Fuck, you taste so delicious… If I could, I'd spend the rest of my life just eating you.", he laughed softly, looking serenely at you, with his fingers shoved inside your little hole, going back and forth rapidly, bringing you to an intense orgasm.

When you considered getting up and getting dressed, he clicked his tongue, grabbed you by the wrist and whispered hoarsely: "Thought it was over, my angel?"

And that's how you ended up sliding onto his cock, thick and drooling with precum, hugging that strong body, admiring the lines of expression and the graying hair in the bluish light, the day dawning around you, feeling all the wrong emotions. Upstairs, your father was sleeping, completely unsuspecting that his dear little daughter—a woman now in her twenties, who came from afar to spend the holidays by his side—had been all this time getting fucked by his best friend of many years; it was also the way Abbot made you feel so satisfied in your desires, how he knew exactly how to thrust deep and guide you, his hands supporting you as you moved back and forth, his dark eyes lowering to where you two were joined.

He grunted:

"Look at that, my little love, how beautiful you look with my cock stuffed inside you."

"Jack, fuck—you damned bastard!", you cursed him between your teeth, completely stimulated by the insane lust and carnal pleasure, your legs burning while your mind absolutely refused to stop, going up and down. Jack smirked slyly:

"Shhhh-shhhh angel, calm down… Otherwise daddy’s will see his best friend ruining his little princess… Tsk, imagine the disappointment—"

"Fucking bastard.", you squeezed around him, pulling a louder moan from the man than he was trying to control. He stared at you in surprise while you smiled triumphantly, moving closer to his face, murmuring against his mouth: "You're not the only one who knows how to play, Mr. Abbot."

You gave him a peck on the lips, going back to going up and down, hugging that safe body, both of you sweaty. You were almost there. You let yourself be carried away, leaning back while the man slid one hand between your joined bodies, his thumb dripping into your wet slit, finding your clit to stimulate it, looking deeply at you, knowing that by doing this, you wouldn't just come—you would do it scandalously. And therefore, there lay the delicious torture: it was up to both of you to try not to make more noise than the little sounds that inevitably escaped. Jack commanded:

"Come for me, my little angel. Come nice and hard on this cock of mine, hmm?"

"I will.", you closed your eyes, the orgasm building around the two of you, his cock pulsing inside you, your wet pussy receiving him more and more, chewing him, while he continued to rub your clit, the pressure sending waves of pleasure through your entire body, battered by tiredness, sweat, and his mouth that had kissed and sucked you all over.

"Jack, seriously, if you keep this up I'm going to—", you wanted to moan loudly, let your voice out, already at your peak. Abbot grabbed your face, serious, pulled you to him, his lips, kissing you with gusto, savoring that moan that came out hoarse and muffled between your tongues, your legs trembling, your pussy squeezing him, causing all his thick and abundant cum to be drained from his dick, his thrusts slowing down while you had also stopped riding him. Surreal. You instinctively hugged him, sought the lap that welcomed your body, your breasts with frantic hearts beating in the same rhythm, his scent intoxicating you, that morning-sex air leaving the kitchen warm and comfortable in some sense. He squeezed you, kissed your bare shoulder at length, tilted his head back to look at you, a satisfied little smile on his face:

"I think this is one of the best mornings I've ever had in my life, princess."

"Naughty!", you murmured laughingly, rolling your eyes. You looked at each other for a long time, with a tenderness that dawned along with the day outside. The sky was brighter, the first rays of sunlight peacefully penetrating through the windows, the air—a daytime chill mixed with the warmth of your bodies—made everything vibrant. Blue was his color, you thought. You were still joined, Jack Abbot's body like a foundation letting you collapse on top. You hugged each other once more. You took a deep breath, commenting in passing:

"I hope my father is sleeping like a rock upstairs."

Jack stifled a rough laugh, squeezed you against him, whispering with a mischievous air:

"That's right, my angel, it would be a disaster if he saw his dear little daughter still sitting with his best friend's cock inside her…"

"You're impossible.", you gave him a little slap, but couldn't resist that face of his, kissing him lightly, squeezing him against you.

The day couldn't have dawned in a better way than it was today.