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Overtime he starts to feel a little guilty, having normal, curt conversations with you on a daily basis while vandalizing your under garments. You're so bubbly and kind to everyone, including Pope, oblivious to the nasty things he fantasizes about you. Despite the guilt he can't stop, he doesn't think he'll be able to until you're moved out, no longer around to tempt him.

Although the guilt lessens a little the first time he catches you in his bed. You had thought you were the only one home. Everyone else was at their place or out, so you made yourself comfortable in his bed like you do occasionally.

When no one is at the Cody house but you, which happens every so often, you like to curl up in Pope's bed. Over the last few weeks living here you've developed an unhealthy attachment to him. He's intriguing to you but it's become more intense over time. You enjoy your morning chats over coffee, the times when he joins you in the pool or helps you on the grill. But when you go to bed, horny and restless, Pope is all that's on your mind. Sometimes you just nap in his bed, curling up in the sheets and blankets that smell of him and drift off to sleep. In your dreams Pope is the one cradling you instead of his bedding. Other times you crawl into Pope's bed with an aching pussy and a determination.

Today was one of those days your pussy had just been pounding all day long, you watched Pope take a morning swim and felt needy ever since. When you spread your legs over his stiff memory foam pillow you're sure you're alone. You cup one of your breasts as they hang from your loose bikini top, rolling your taught nipple between your finger tips. Your other hands holds Pope's pillow still as you rock your hips back and forth. Your bikini bottoms have been discarded somewhere on the bed, so your bare clit writhes against his silky pillow case. You imagine that it's Pope's thigh, or thick abs rubbing your sensitive nub. Whimpers and moans escape from your lips, you don't bother worrying about your volume because you still assume you're by yourself. You grind relentlessly, making a mess on Pope's pillow as you chase your high. You hunch forward, hugging the pillow tight to your core as your orgasm washes over you. You make sure to grab your bottoms, remaking Pope's bed just the way you found it before scurrying back to your room for a shower.

Little did you know Pope was lurking in the doorway pretty much the whole time. He'd come back to the house early to change and stumbled upon you dry humping his pillow. He was sure you just didn't want to use your own but didn't stop you. Instead, he stands where he can watch you clearly as he pulls his own cock from his pants. He bites his tongue and fucks his fist while watching you writhe, coming all over his stomach and hand at the same time you come on his pillow. He makes sure not to watch that pillow case, adding it to the list of fabric articles he uses to get off that relate to you.

Pope had convinced himself that finding you in his room didn't mean anything. He continued to watch you from afar like a creep, coming to anything and everything that reminds him of you. He worries he's over stepping a line the longer this goes on, he's started watching you touch yourself in your own room and listening when you shower.

That is until he finds you in his room again. You've made sure you're home alone before you sneak into Pope's room. Something that you've become all too good at, something you do too often. This time he arrives in the middle of it, approaching softly when he hears your moans and cries. His hawk eyes settle on you through the cracked door; you're on your back, legs spread wide with your two middle fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. Your other hand circles your clit in vicious patterns, making you jerk and shiver. You're red faced, panting and whining so loud it buzzes in Pope's ears.

You're frustrated because you know Pope has a big cock and you're slim fingers just aren't fulfilling your fantasies the way you need. You jam them up into your pussy as deep and as hard you can but it's not enough. You start to whimper uncontrollably, tears pricking your eyes because of how frustrated and empty you feel.

"Andy, please." You sob, shoving a third finger into your needy pussy. You quiver and clench around your fingers, sobbing louder because it's still not what you need. "Want your big dick, mmph!" You whine, imagining him harder than you ever have before, so so desperate. Pope resists every urge in his body to burst through the doorway and shove himself inside you. It's the most difficult thing he's ever had to do but he manages to stay in the door way with his cock in his hand. You pound your pussy so hard and fast that Pope can hear the mess over your moaning and crying. You fuck yourself until your body can't take it anymore, moaning Pope's real name as the thought of him carries you over the line.

Your orgasm rips through you, still somehow disappointing your senses because your fingers can't keep up with the pace you need, on top of not filling you up the right way. Pope comes on himself the moment he hears you come loose, you sob uncontrollably, masking the sounds of Pope grunting because he just can't hold it in. You lay sprawled out on his bed for a few minutes, catching your breath and trying not to feel discouraged. You stand up to find your clothes, deciding it's probably a good time to get out of Pope's room. As you pile them in your arms you stumble upon a pair of his boxers, slipping them in with your stuff before sneaking back to your own room.

Pope decides to take things further after watching you like that. A few nights later after he's returned from a particarly tiring job he enjoys a cocktail you fix for him and the view of you skinny dipping once you think he's gone to bed. He watches you all the way back to your room, lurking as you wind down and get ready for bed. He stands in the shadows as you comb your hair, brush your teeth and crawl into bed. You sleep in a silk slip dress and nothing else, hoping the lack of fabric will help with the aching. Pope stays away until he can tell you've fallen asleep, creeping out into the open to look at you closer. He admires you as you lay tangled in the sheet. Your leg is hooked over some of the blanket, exposing your taught ass to him. Your breasts spill out of the skinny straps of your night dress and your lips relax parted as you take small breaths. Pope feels depraved looking at you like this, he knows he's too close and this is too inappropriate but he can't help himself. He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it gently as he runs his knuckles down your cheek. He's confident you're asleep but you woke up the moment you heard his zipper.

You weren't sure how to react at first, but now you're resisting the urge to spring up and beg him to fuck you. You know you'd scare him off. So, you lay there and hope he doesn't realize you're faking sleep. You decide to give him a little show though, rolling over onto your back as if you're just adjusting while sleeping. Pope jolts at first, calming when you've convinced him you're still out. But now he has a whole new view, your tits fall to the sides of your chest, nipples still peaking at him. It's when he looks lower that's the problem, your silk gown has rode up, exposing your bare cunt to him. He sees your trimmed hair that leads down to your swollen clit and puffy lips. His hand around his cock speeds up without him even thinking, the sight of slickness oozing from your pussy driving him crazy. He reaches a hand down between your legs, swiping through your folds just enough to get your arousal on his fingers. He licks it from his finger tips, the taste of you has him spurting ropes of hot cum earlier than he was ready for. Some land on your bed without him realizing. He scurries out of your room quickly to clean up, feeling relieved and disgusted with himself. While he's in the bathroom wiping himself down, you're in your room licking his cum from your sheets while stuffing yourself with your fingers again.

Days later it's your turn to make an incredibly bold move. After Pope snuck into your room you were sure this insatiable lust went both ways. There wasn't another explanation, you were sure Pope wanted you just as much you want him. You concoct a whole plan where you confront him, strip in front of him and let him take you until he's satisfied. But when you knock on his bedroom door late one night you find him asleep. It's odd because you've rarely ever seen Pope sleep. You step closer as you debate waking him up when your eyes land on the intimidatingly large bulge in his boxers. You can't seem to stop yourself when you dip a finger into the elastic and pull it down to expose his length. You gulp as you uncover him, the length and girth making your throat dry and your pussy wet. A wave of excitement washes over you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you run your thumb over his blunt tip. You need to stretch yourself around him, you'll never feel all the way full if you don't.

He twitches in his sleep from your touch but doesn't wake up, you take that as your sign. You slip your shorts and panties down your legs before climbing onto the bed, next to Pope. You kneel next to him, hitching his boxers over his hips to keep his shaft exposed for you. You sling a leg over his hip and slowly lower yourself until your sopping wet entrance is pressed to his burning hot length. You whimper, biting your lip to stifle it as your hands land on either side of his head. He's so handsome, looking extra adorable and enticing with his sharp features so soft and relaxed. You start grinding on him, spreading your arousal all over his tip, shaft and balls. When you're ready you lift him to your entrance and sink down enough to take his tip. It stretches you more than you expect, your breath catching in your throat. Pope stirs beneath you but still doesn't wake fully. You're able to rocking back and forth on his tip to tease yourself open. This time when you shove your hips down you take nearly half of him. Pope jolts awake when you whine too loudly, the impact forcing him out of sleep. He's panting and disoriented at first, looking at you in bewilderment as he fists the sheets next your knees.

"M'so sorry, Andy, needed your big boy cock so bad." You whine, embarrassed he caught you but also happy because you want to see his reactions. "I was awake when you were in my room last week - got to see this fat dick you've been hiding from me, - couldn't go any longer without it." You admit, pressing your hands to his chest as your try to force more of him inside you.

"Fuck! Oh god, doll. Your pussy is so tight. Keep going, please! Strangle my cock, take what you need." He pants, struggling to project his voice, you can still hear the sleep in him. His bigs hands clamp on your hips, forcing you down farther as he pushes himself up. The stretch burns and tingles, his fat shaft splitting you open just the way you've been dreaming about for months now.

"Please, Andy, fuck me, fuck me!" You start to beg, writhing your hips like crazy. The pain spurs you on, you chase the feeling of being so full you could burst. Andy gives it to you, slamming you down on him to the bottom. You scream and cry, tears streaming down your face the second he starts a too quick rhythm. The feeling of you suffocating him, the image of your tits bouncing from the impact and the sound of your wetness all drive him crazy. He gropes your breast, playing with your taught nipple just like he watched you do to yourself many times.

"You can do this anytime you want, sweetheart, you hear me? You come stretch this pretty little cunt on my cock any chance you get." Pope grunts out, thrusting up into you so hard you start to feel dizzy. You nod your head to agree, slamming your hips down to match as you start sputtering and crying again. Pope finds your clit with his fingers, the pads cover much more surface than your own fingers. His circles are rougher, stimulating more area, making you clench and flutter around him so tight he starts panting. "Gonna make you come so hard, you'll never wanna come on anything else." He promises. Pope couldn't believe his eyes when he woke up to you above him. He would've been even more sure he was dreaming if it wasn't for your pussy strangling him so tight. It took the breath from his lungs. Now that's he's felt you he knows he'll never get enough, you might as well have just agreed to be his own personal fuck toy from here on out.

Pope is already making plans of other times and places to stuff you full like this while you come on him. You writhe, crying out for Andy as you claw at his chest. He fucks you through it and then some, to the point that your joints start tingling and he has to hold your body weight up above him. He's so sure you will be full of his cock and come every day you're in here, in this house with him.

And if you leave he'll be sure to find you.

"I missed you too baby." He returns the sentiment, rubbing your back as he walks you over to the couch. "Wanna eat? Only got a few minutes." He suggests and you nod excitedly. You slowly slide out of his hands, pushing him back to sit in the couch before you scurry off to the kitchen.

You fix him a plate of your homemade meal and grab a cold can of cola before returning to the living room. You can't help your grin as you set everything down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Here, handsome." You chirp, skipping around the table and hopping down in the spot next to him. You lean in close to his side, kissing up his neck because you just can't help yourself. He smells so good, like his cologne mixed with a little sweat from the work day. It drives you crazy.

"Thank you, bunny. This looks amazing - Hey, that tickles!" Sammy nudges you away from his neck when you get carried away. You're blushing and grinning at him as he reaches for the plate, taking a big bite and moaning in satisfaction after swallowing it down. "That's delicious, m'so lucky, - you spoil me bunny." He coos, leaning over to peck your lips thankfully, before taking another bite.

Your hands roam over his chest, fingers dancing between his button to feel the warm skin beneath. It makes your thighs clench together, you scoot closer to hip, one of your knees overlapping his thighs as you kiss his face and neck.

"Bunny, I have to eat," Sammy groans, clearly conflicted by your touch. "Fuck-" He hisses when your knees presses into the fat bulge growing in his slacks.

"I know, Sammy, just wanna make you feel good." You whisper, kissing his jaw and replacing your knee with your hand. You stroke him over his slacks, enjoying how much of him there is to touch and lean against.

Your husband is a stout man and it does something to you. You love every inch of him, from his chubby belly to his chubby cock. You shiver at just the memory of how full he makes you, it makes you whine with need. You've already soaked through your silk shorts just by rubbing your thighs together.

Sammy notices how worked up you're getting, he can always tell when you need him. He quickly shovels a few more bites in while the food is hot before setting the plate back in the coffee table. When he leans back he pulls you into his lap, big hands on your hips as your straddle him.

"C'mere, baby." He coos, finding your lips at the same time he grinds himself between your legs. He groans from the friction and you cry out. The small sensation feels like such a relief, Sammy works you up so much sometimes you wonder if you're spelled, you just need him all the time.

It's not always sexual, you married the man for gods sake. But you can't deny that his special touch in the bedroom drives you just as crazy as his crooked smile and round cheeks. He's your Sammy, and you want to feel him fill you up.

You reach between your bodies, frantically ripping Sammy's slacks open. He kisses your jaw and caresses your body all over, giving you goosebumps despite how warm he is against you. When you finally free his length your hand is instantly wrapped around his wide shaft.

"God, Sammy, I love you so much - need it, need it!" You whine, wiggling in his lap as you're overcome with need. You guide his tip to your clothed entrance, using his mushroom head to slid your shorts aside.

"Woah, woah baby, not yet. You know that. Have you stretched yourself yet today?" Sammy grabs your wrist to slow you down, his other hand cupping your cheek as you pout at him.

"No..." You huff, wanting to skip the prep part and just have him split you open. At this point you're not sure you care. But you know Sammy does, he's always so dedicated to making sure you're ready to take all of him. Sometimes it takes all his fingers and an orgasm before he can pound you the way he likes without bringing you to tears - and he never minds. "But I don't care, we can just grab the lube and..."

"No, baby, you know better than that." Sammy shakes his head and it makes you pout further. You're just so desperate for him, it's getting more and more unbearable by the second. "Take your bottoms off and I'll get you ready, hurry." He encourages, guiding you off his lap.

You stand up, giggling with excitement. Sammy grabs a few more bites of his food as you undress from the waist down. You swirl your own fingers over your clit as soon as you're exposed, biting your lip to stifle your noises as the relief sets in. It's not enough but it'll keep you from crying for now.

"Bunnyyy - c'mere," He huffs, losing his breath at the sight of your slim fingers swirling around in your wet, messy, pussy.

"Finish your food, I'll start." You encourage, trying to stand up straight in front of him. Sammy picks up his plate with haste and it makes you blush. You place your non working hand on his shoulder for balance as you sink a finger into your dripping cunt. The twinge of relief makes you whiny which makes it nearly impossible for Sammy to control himself.

"Do another bunny, I know you can take it, I hear how wet you are." Sammy begs of you. When you listen however it has him at his wits end. He's right though, your second finger glides in along with your first with no resistance. "Good girl, such a pretty pussy." He whines, reaching for you but you redirect him to his plate. He coughs on his food when you start fucking yourself with real force and speed.

"Hurry up and eat, need your fingers instead." You tell him when you become impatient. He scarfs down the remnants on his plate before tossing it on the table. He shoves his slacks down around his hips, grabbing your arms and dragging you all the way back to him. You slide between his legs instead of crawling into his lap and his shivers.

"Baby, you don't gotta do that." He pets your hair and tilts his head.

"I want to." You assure him, grabbing his length with both of your hands before wrapping your mouth around his tip. He bucks up accidentally, forcing himself to the top of your mouth as distorted sounds escape him.

"M'so sorry, baby - didn't mean that, fuck, keep going - please!" He grunts out, petting your head as his lays back on the couch.

You swirl your tongue around him, bobbing up and down a few times at a comfortable depth. Sammy whines and writhes under your touch, you can see him resisting the urge to take over and fuck your mouth. He knows he'd have you gagging and choking and you'd love it but he just doesn't have time to indulge that far.

So, he lets you sputter for a few moments, enjoying the show you put on for him while you have your fun. When he can't take it anymore he grabs your arms and drags you back to his lap. You straddle his thick thighs as he guides you to slide your slick pussy along his shaft.

He slides a hand between your legs, his blunt finger tips teasing your entrance. You whimper and shift down against him, begging for more.

"You're so wet, bunny. She needs me, doesn't she?" Sammy asks earnestly, kissing your lips and teasing you with his tongue as he sinks a finger into you. You whine and nod your head to agree with him.

"Your pretty little pussy is dripping for my chubby cock all the time, huh? She wants to be stretched wide, hm?" He continues, fucking you faster so you're practically incoherent just off one finger.

"Could take my bunny's pussy anytime I want 'cause she's always ready for me?" Sammy sinks a seconds finger into you, dripping down his own shaft at the sounds you make.

"Oh, god, Sammy! I love your words but please - please stop teasing me, gimme your cock!" You beg and plead, wiggling your hips around and digging your fingers into his shoulders.

"Think you can take me already? Without being properly prepped?" He looks up at you with curious eyes.

"Yes! Sammy, give it to me, please!" You go on with your whining and he finds it so endearing. He loves that his wife can't get enough of him, that she's so eager even knowing that it'll be too much. He's the same way with you, risking returning late just to get a good orgasm out of you.

"C'mon, baby," He instructs, slipping his fingers out of you and grabbing your hips to pull you closer. You go eagerly, holding his shoulders for balance as you hover over him. He guides his tip to your soaking entrance and you whimper, instantly shifting for more. "Hey, hey, go slow!" Sammy urges, sounding so worried about you.

You don't head his warning, forcing his tip and a little more inside your cunt. Sammy shudders and digs his fingers into your hips, clearly struggling to hold back. You're a whiny mess, the burn of the stretch egging you on. It hurts so good.

"Oh god, yes Sammy!" You cry out, writhing uncontrollably. Every thrust you manage to stuff a little bit more of him inside of you, so desperate and determined to take all of him.

The stretch has tears stinging in your eyes, stealing the air from your lungs, leaving you an absolute mess on top of him. Sammy holds your flushed face in his hands, his own pleasure all over his face as he watches you struggle to get all of him in.

"So, so beautiful bunny! Please be careful - don't hurt yourself, - ah! Fuck!" He tries to slow you down but your fight back, slamming yourself down with all your might.

You're too impatient to wait for your pussy to stretch gradually, instead you grind your swollen clit against the sparse happy trail on Sammy's lower belly, where his shirt rode up, to help. He's a sputtering mess, trying to get you to calm down and breathe for a moment.

It doesn't work, you move too quickly and with too much determination, he can't tame you. He holds you close and tight, kissing you anywhere he can reach, hands groping your ass for comfort.

"Mm, love you so much, bunny. Love the way you bounce on me, so so pretty." Sammy praises, petting your hair and face, nails down your back as he kisses the whimpers out of you.

"Fuck me back, Sammy, please!" You beg, kissing his lips to seal your request.

"I can't baby, it'll hurt," He argues gently but you just won't hear it.

"I don't care! It's not enough, I need all of you - please, fuck me back!" You continue on, practically hysterical by this point.

"I got you, baby." He huffs, wrapping his arms under yours and bringing you to on his chest. "I'll give you what you need, don't worry." Sammy uses his leverage to bounce you off of him as he starts thrusting up into you.

"That's why you married me isn't it?" Sammy groans into your neck. "Cause I know how to take care of you, I know what my bunny needs." His lips trace down your neck, hands rough and demanding on your hips.

"You take such good care of me, baby." You whine back to him, your voice cracking with tears.

His pace is relentless, just like what you begged for. The pain echos through you, along with the the tingles of pleasure that follow. You start to wonder if you've become a masochist for your husband's cock.

He fucks you until you're a blubbering mess, sniffling through the moans bellowing out if you. Sammy and you work together to keep a steady pace, he kisses the tears from your cheeks and holds you close.

"Let it out, baby, I know, I know." He coos at you, caressing your legs and your back to soothe you. "I can feel you getting close, bunny." He whispers, nudging your face with his nose. You whimper back, intimidated by the pressure building in your belly.

"S'too much, Sammy. You come!" You insist, making Sammy scoff at you.

"You must be fucked silly on my big fat cock, huh? Thinking I'm gonna come before you, ridiculous." He shakes his head, holding your jaw to lift you away from his chest where you lay.

He holds you up right, his free hand reaching for your swollen clit. You try to bag his nimble fingers away but he's too strong, circling your nerves so expertly you start shaking.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you not come? - you become such a dumb bunny when I give every inch of me." His fingers and fat cock work you to the edge quicker than you can register.

"Sammy," You whisper, your body going limp in his hold as your orgasm bursts through you. Your eyes roll back in your head, your husband's strong hands hold you up as he pounds you through it.

"That's it, baby, - fuck! You grip me so good, - gonna make me come too." He grunts out, his hips stuttering as you start to come down. You might as well be a ragdoll as Sammy fucks himself through his orgasm. He's so deep it makes you hiccup every few thrusts from the depth, you can feel him in your belly and he loves it. He spends a few extra thrusts making sure his come stays deep inside you.

When he's finished making a mess of you and slowly eases his half hard cock out of you, kissing you the whole time as a distraction. He scoops your limp body up in his hands and lays you down on the couch, kissing your face and lips as you return to earth.

He guides your panties back up your legs and over your plump ass, tapping a cheek for encouragement once you're covered.

"Love you so much, Sammy. - You felt so good." You mumble, almost incoherent but he can understand you. His gentle hands are on your face, making sure now hair is out of place.

"Love you too, bunny." He whispers, covering you up with a blanket and kissing your forehead. "Don't clean up, okay? I still wanna be inside you when I get home." He requests, nuzzling your nose.

"Wouldn't think of it, Sammy." You hum, cuddling his large hand.

"Gotta get back to work now, baby. - Thank you for lunch." He kisses you again, hesitating to pull his arm away from you.

"Anyyytime." You sing, winking at him even though your eyes burn.

"Get some rest for me. I'll see you so soon." He coos, pecking you gently as you start to get drowsy. You hear him say other sweet things, how he loves you and can't wait to come back home to you.

You doze off, the adrenaline gone now so you're exhausted. The feeling of being so full of your husband even as he returns to work follows you into your dreams.

Pope had just gotten back from a job this morning, a little banged up but nothing more than usual. He took you on one of the nicest dates you've ever been on. Everything had been perfect, the restaurant, the food, the necklace he gifted to you (which you didn't even bother asking where he got it from).

He holds your hand tight as he guides you up the few steps to your front door. When he pulls away to say goodbye you don't let him, squeezing his hand and pulling him to your chest as you lean back on the door.

"What?" Pope asks, looking a little startled at your quickness.

You yank him against you, slamming your lips to his for a heated, passionate kiss but he doesn't get there right away. You deepen it yourself, licking his bottom lip before sinking your teeth into it. He shudders and leans into you, his hands hovering tentatively over your waist.

He's nervous and unsure but he can't deny he enjoys the way you feel on him. He likes the way you smell and how gentle your eyes are on him - he's not used to that.

"Touch me." You plead, pulling him impossibly closer as you writhe into him. He's still so rigid and stiff in your hold.

"We're outside." He mutters, looking at you with that beautiful, plain face of his.

You huff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt before spinning around to swing the door open. You drag him inside with you, pushing him against the door once it's closed. You practically pounce on him. He's still hesitant. You're throwing yourself at him and he just - stands there, letting it happen.

It pisses you off.

You let out an exasperated sigh, slamming your hands into his chest with a frustrated grunt. "What the hell is your problem, Pope?" You raise your voice, finally feeling worked up enough to say something.

"I-I don't have a problem." He stutters, grabbing your wrists to hold them between you two. "Please, don't do that again." He's quieter but you feel the request in his grip.

"Why don't you want to fuck me?" You ask, still animated but you change your tone when you see him flinch. You cover your mouth with your fingers for a second before trying a softer approach. "I-If sex isn't - you know - your thing, that's fine. Just tell me, please. So, I don't have to worry or wonder."

Pope steps closer to you now, a single hand reaching to encapsulate yours.

"It's not that I don't want to … I don't always know the best time for things." He's quiet, curt and honest.

"You've just been waiting for the right time?" You ask, incredulously. "It's not the right time when I change in front of you before we go swimming?"

"I assume you actually want to swim." He shrugs innocently, which is not a fitting expression for a man so gruff and criminal.

"Or the time I tried to go down on you at Daren's after hours?"

"It's dirty there." He cringes.

His answers make you giggle, your heart warming in your chest at how genuine he is. You rub your thumb over his palm affectionately. "I'm sorry I flipped out on you."

"It's okay." He nods firmly, squeezing your hand back.

"So, - Sex is your thing?" You ask sheepishly. "You don't just think I'm unattractive or something?"

Pope nods down to his pants where his length strains against the dark denim. "You are very attractive." He assures you.

You stifle a giggle at his gesture, taking both of his hands in yours and brushing your nose against his. "Does now feel like a good time?" You whisper, looking down to his lips with want. Pope nods his head 'yes' slowly, looking at your lips too.

You nod back as if to make sure, watching his puppy dog eyes as well as his lips. He nods again as your faces inch closer, noses brushing, eye lashes fluttering and hearts pounding. Both of you are still a tad stiff as your lips meet, it's slow to start but you feel each other out. You guide his hands to your sides before caressing his face to keep him close.

You hum happily as your lips meld together and you find a good rhythm. His hand don't move from their tight grip on your sides as you slowly step back. You make it all the way to the couch, trying to pull him on top of you but he doesn't go. Instead, you both sit down facing each other, your lips staying connected the whole time.

You try not to rush it but if you let Pope lead you worry you'll never get there. You dance your fingers down his neck, inside the tight collar of his shirt. You tempt him with your tongue again and this time he lets you in. You take this as your sign to go further, working open the buttons on his shirt.

A little moan escapes you when his tongue returns the gesture, warmth flooding your belly. He gets more stern with his kiss, encouraging you to shove his shirt off his shoulders so he's bare for you. Your hands drag down his chest, his large pecks filling your grasp happily.

His fingers slowly slide down your sides and then back up, the fabric bunching up as his palms engulf your skin. The both of you let out a whiny sound because of the impact, your body sliding closer to chase more. He's slow and methodical, kissing you deeply, enough to make you warm and needy.

You run your hand down his muscular belly, passing his belt to take a hold of the large bulge in his pants. Pope gasps and jolts, pressing his forehead to yours as he slides you closer with his hands on you.

"Can I?" He asks, distracting you from where your hand is to pull your blouse over your head and off.

"You don't have to ask, Andy." You whisper, lifting your arms up for him. He blushes, looking away from your face as he folds and sets your blouse aside. You bite your lip as you watch him, feeling so endeared.

When he's finished you lean back in for his mouth, guiding his hands to touch your breasts as you fumble with his belt and zipper. Pope is as stiff as ever, watching your nimble hands with tight lips and flushed cheeks. You pull his belt out of the loops, his jeans open wide as you start to tug them off his hips.

"I got it - Take your bra off." Pope interjects curtly, his chest heaving while he stands. You nod enthusiastically, smiling with your teeth because you love that he's speaking up. You reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it at his head once its off.

You bite your lip and cover your chest, watching Pope pull your bra off his face, a tiny smirk gracing his face, you make sure to memorize it. He stands in just his boxers before you, the shadow on his leg looking much more intimidating with one less layer over it. You gulp.

Pope walks towards you, grabbing your arms to uncover you and make you stand with him. He leans in to kiss you, his need seeping into your mouth as you raise up on your toes to get closer. You shuffle your arms out of his hold, returning the kiss with all you have as you force his palms over your bare breasts.

Your heart pounds with excitement from his body heat, his touch. He slowly palms your breasts, groaning into your mouth at the feeling. Your entire body feels red hot, goosebumps all over your skin as he drags his rough hands over your taught nipples.

"Please." You whisper, practically panting after pulling back from the kiss to beg.

"What, doll?" Pope asks earnestly, his eyes heavy on your face, searching for your words before you even say them.

"Take me, Andy. Make me yours." You're quiet and sultry, pressing your tits into his hands and ghosting your lips over his.

"A-Are you sure?" He hesitates, unsure of his self control once he starts with you.

You've become incredibly impatient and needy, solidified by the whine that leaves your mouth. "Andreeewww." You coo, snatching his wrist and pushing his hand under your skirt, the fabric rides up over his arm as you press his flat fingers to your bare cunt.

He gasps on contact, your hot, slick cunt taking is breath away. He lays his forehead to yours, his eyes pinched shut as you hold his hand to you. "Fuck!" He hisses, his voice so rough, not like anything you've heard from him before. "Where are your panties?" Pope grunts out, pressing his fingers harder against you, enough that you feel you can let go of his hand and touch his face.

"I didn't wear any - been waiting for you to take me all night long, Andy." You speak to him softly, your voice raspy from the deep breaths you keep having to take. You caress Pope's cheeks, rubbing your nose back and forth on his as you try to resist the urge to buck your hips. He whines again, the sound giving you full body chills and this time you can't stop the way your hips rut towards him. The movement spreads your arousal over his fingers and he snaps from the sweet sensation.

He slams his mouth to yours, a free hand clamping down on your neck to make sure you can't pull away from his kiss. In the same moment he slides his middle finger into your eager, wet entrance. You're so slick he sinks all the way to his last knuckle in one movement. You cry out into his mouth, trying to pull back to breathe but Pope forces his mouth back on yours, swallowing every sound.

His finger dances around inside you, like he's exploring. He touches you at every depth and angle he can find, paying attention to how you react and making note of what's good and what's great. You cling to him for dear life, your hips feeling weak from the pressure built up there.

"Good? It's good?" He pants, pulling back just enough to see your eyes as he starts fucking a second finger inside you. All the sudden his hunger and want are on the outside of him, instead of hidden somewhere you couldn't reach. He's feral looking, like he's on the brink of snapping again and lord knows what'll happen then.

"Yeah, yeah." You nod frantically, pawing at his hips for balance.

"Yeah?" He asks, smiling at you like he's proud of himself. You love it. So, you nod again with enthusiasm, leaning in for more kisses as you turn him and shove him back onto the couch.

You're in his lap in an instant, guiding his hand back under your skirt to resume his work. As you straddle his lap you comb your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead and cheeks while riding his fingers. His free hand gropes your ass and forces you to bounce at a quick, messy pace on him.

You grab a small handful of hair from the back of Pope's head, guiding his face down to your free hanging breasts. At first he just lays his face against one, rubbing his mouth and nose across you as he transitions to the other side. He practically mauls your tits while forcing you down on his fingers and you've never been wetter, never been more turned on.

Eventually, you coax Pope into latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks gently, making you arch deeper into his touch. He laps you up with a wet tongue, you can see his spit glistening in the dim light. You start to lose your sanity when he blow on your sensitive bud, the sharp cooling sensation making you jump in his hold.

"A-Andrew, touch my clit too - you'll make me come." You tell him, sounding desperate but his eyes light up. He uses his free hand to rip your skirt up over your head, you help him to speed it up. Once you're fully naked he guides your other tit to his mouth as he starts circling your bundle of nerves.

It takes a couple of swirls for him to find the spot but once he does he touches you expertly. It took all of five minutes for him to discover your sweet spots, it's like he had a cheat sheet somewhere in his brain for your body.

"Please, come for me, doll. I wanna watch so bad." Pope whispers, begging you like it's a secret. All of the stimulation from him has your climax building deep in your core. Your hips buck into Pope's fingers and it doesn't faze him at all, he continues to pound into you unwavering. He kisses you so deeply you realize instantly that it's never been like that before. "Are you close?" He asks when you tense up in his hold.

"H-Harder, Andy, please." You beg, guiding his mouth back to one of your tits. He listens to your request, keeping a steady pattern on your clit while pounding his fingers into you with more force. His big doe eyes stare at your face so intently, waiting for you to crest.

You can barely get the words out when you try to tell him you're coming, he catches on regardless. Pope kisses you through it, not changing a thing about his movements until you're squirming and shoving his hands away. He doesn't give in at first, making you squeal before you truly get free.

He grabs you by the waist, spinning your bodies until you're laying on your back, long ways on the couch and he's hovering between your legs. He slowly grinds himself against you, hesitating to go further.

"Your boxers are still on." You whisper, tugging at the elastic.

"I know." Pope grunts, grinding himself harder when you wrap your legs around him. "Do you have a condom?"

"Don't need one." You rush out, yanking hard on his boxers to expose him. Immediately you wrap a firm hand around him, pumping slow but tight. Pope huffs out a few heavy breaths, his elbows and knees quivering from your touch.

"Y-You sure?" He stutters.

"Pope, I swear if you don't just fuck me - I'm gonna go crazy." You're stern but you might as well be begging. You just want to have sex with your boyfriend after a romantic date, is that so crazy?

He stares at your face for a few seconds, you can see the hunger returning to his exterior. In a singular moment - he snaps. He grabs your knees and pushes them up to get a better angle, spitting directly on your pussy before swirling his tip around in it to tease you.

The warm sensation make you whimper, your hands in fists by your head as your arch for him. Curse words fall from your lips, mixing with other whiny sounds. They turn loud and guttural when he slams into you, taking up a quick, harsh pace as soon as he feels you.

Pope can't help himself, you suck him in so tight - it makes him lose control. He leans down, pressing your shins to his chest, folding you up to reach your lips while still pounding into you. The angle is painful at first, not used to anyone reaching that deep inside of you. But you adjust quickly, soaking up the way his mouth feels on yours.

"Jesus christ, doll. Your cunt is- it's… fuck, perfect." Pope grunts out, his voice gravelly and rough as he slams himself into you over and over. He's knocked the wind out of you with the force, you gasp for air, looking up at his with glossy eyes and parted lips. "Look at you, begged for my cock just to go dumb as soon as you get it." He teases, nudging your nose and giving your thighs a good squeeze.

You gulp, trying to wet your throat and tongue. "M'fine!" You gasp out, digging your nails into his biceps for leverage. You're determined to stay aware and keep your eyes open, focused on his.

Pope chuckles a little, kissing your red hot cheeks before straightening his spine. He looks down at you with a menacing gaze, fingers burning into the skin of your thighs as he uses his leverage to rock your body into him.

"So, so pretty like this." He mumbles, "Gonna have you like this every night," His voice gives you chills, you blush all the way down your chest, smilling up at him as your brain slowly starts to fog over. You fight it off, blinking and biting your lip until it stings.

"You coulda had me like this all along, Andy - didn't have to wait so long." You whine, reaching up to caress his chest and stomach, your words being forced out of you because of his pace. He hasn't let up and ounce and you're starting to wander if you can keep taking it.

He growls, forcing your knees down and pulling out of you in a fast motion. His large hands clamp down on your sides, flipping you over onto your stomach before settling his knees on either side of yours.

You let out a few whimpery sounds as he man handles you, forcing a deep arch in your lower spine before sinking back into you. He's even deeper than before and it makes you scream. You hear Pope chuckle again, clearly satisfied with himself. His chest comes down over your back, his arm slipping under your chin until he's got you in a headlock.

"You were worth the wait, doll." He grunts, kissing your temple at the same time he tightens his bicep around your throat. "Now be quiet and take me, gonna make you mine, huh?" He taunts and you nod with enthusiasm, whispering 'yes' a few times over. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, yes, yes Andy, please,"

"The first time you ever get my cock and you already want it?" He continues his taunting, his voice makes you mind spin as he destroys your pussy. You can barely get air in your lungs with his taught muscle pressed to your neck, you start to feel a little tingly.

"Please," You hiss, gasping for air.

Pope feels your pussy get slicker the more you struggle to breathe and he can't help that it riles him up. He tightens his arm more, pressing his cheek to the side of your head as he continues his violent, messy thrusts.

"Make me feel so special, doll. I'll give you what you want - gonna fuck this little cunt 'til I come, yeah? - You'll get all of me." He's definitely feral now, his voice raspy and deeper than you've ever heard it.

You're tingly all over, your brain fuzzy as you take what your boyfriend gives you. It's blissful, his painful thrusts throb through your limbs until it feels like pleasure. You're so wet you feel the mess on your ass and thighs.

Pope doesn't mind, in fact it spurs him on.

"Cross your goddamn legs." He demands, growling in your ear. He lets up his hold around your neck enough for you to hear him and listen. You slide one of your knees under the other, feeling yourself tighten around him. The sound he makes gives you chills, you shiver as it reverberates through your skin. "That's it - fuck!" Pope grunts.

It only takes a few more thrusts before he's filling you full, he moans through it, close to your ear, nibbling at your sensitive skin. He groans and says sweet things but you can't hear him, you're still so fuzzy from all the brutal sensations you've just received.

Pope collapses on top of you, elbows by your temples as you let your head sink back into the pillows. He doesn't pull out right away, letting his cock get flaccid and slip out on it own as he cages you beneath his spent body.

You don't mind, his warmth and weight soothe you as you come back down to earth. You kiss the skin of his arms you can reach, his skin burning hot against you. You both struggle to catch your breath but he cocoons you underneath him until you do.

"Baby doll, - fuck, I-" He huffs, his voice barely there. He slides off your back and to the side, encouraging you to turn so you two are facing each other. His hefty arm drapes over you, keeping you cuddled close to his chest as he looks down at you. "Are you okay?" He asks, his deep eyes searching yours.

You nod your head vigorously, "M'never going two months without you again." You sigh, kissing his chin as you watch him smirk. It's small and subtle but adorable, you lean up to peck his lips. "Stay the night please, Pope." You mutter, tracing your fingers over his back to see him shiver when you hit his spine just right.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll." He promises, cuddling you close.

You're both quiet for a few moments, hugging each other tight. You nuzzle close and he welcomes you, his body still stiff while somehow drawing you in. Maybe it's because you're still hazy, or because you're cock-drunk but you can't help the way your heart pounds, even after catching your breath.

"Andy, I- I think,"

"What doll?" He softly encourages.

"I think I love you." You whisper, burying your face into his warm, bare chest. You nuzzle even closer when you realize how comfy his pecks are.

"You're just saying that because you're foggy from the sex." Pope chuckles, shaking his head above yours. It seems as if he thinks you're joking and you guess you can't blame him. He's not used this sort of thing - that's what makes it all so special.

"I love you too." He whispers a few moments later, kissing the top of your head, huffing a little when your messy hair tickles his nose.

Your mind comes back to you all the way and you realize just how lucky you are. Your boyfriend may not be the perfect guy but he's perfect for you. You never want to leave his arms - you never want to get off his cock either.

You have a feeling after tonight though, you won't have to worry about that anymore.

You remember meeting him when he helped you and his daughter move into your apartment last year; he couldn't keep his eyes off you. The second time you met him he was more subtle, respectful and it honestly made your little crush on him so much worse.

You've been here with your best friend for two week so far and it's been the so much fun. Dr. Abbot is a great host. He's been grilling our for dinner a lot and you can't help staring as he works, especially when he takes dips in the pool between checking the meat. Now, you're the one who needs to worry about being subtle. It doesn't help that he has an enormous wet bar and is a master cocktail maker. You seem to be perpetually warm, buzzed and full this summer.

The environment is perfect for relaxing, which is exactly what you need after such a busy and stressful semester. Your best friend lounges next to you, a little table in between your chaises that hold your phones, drink cups, tanning lotion and a speaker that plays a mix of your and your best friend's playlists.

Your friend is napping next to you as she tans her back, resting her head on her overlapped hands. You sip the last of your melted cocktail before putting the towel back over your head and resting your eyes. The little bit of alcohol in your system mixing with the heat from the sun, you start to get drowsy. It doesn't take long for you to find yourself napping as well.

Maybe it's the heat, or the fact that he was swimming laps earlier but Dr. Abbot appears in your dream world, a world that often times blends into the real one for you. It's embarrassing being a sleep talk/walker but it's your life. It's why you're sleeping in the guest room alone this summer, and why your best friend keeps a bell on your door handle in your apartment. But you're not in your apartment, you're in his home.

In your dream, Dr. Abbot finds you on your lounge chair like you are now, he's in his swim trunks - soaking wet. He smiles down at you with those perfect, crooked teeth as he runs his hands through his salt and pepper hair. You look him up and down, sneaking a peak at the bulge in his trunks. You can't help how it makes you gulp and blush.

When your eyes trail back up to his he's smirking, his big hands rest on his hips. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asks, facetiously, titling his head and raising his brows. You nod your head, forcing a gentle smile to hopefully distract him from how your thighs squirm and rub together. He looks down anyway, watching your shiny legs rub together as you try to fight off your arousal.

Dr. Abbot steps closer to your chair, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. "You look like you need something." He notes, looking down to your core where the fabric of your bikini hides the mess there. You can't help yourself when you spread your legs apart a little, just enough so your thighs aren't touching. His eyes instantly drop, his cheeks turning red as he sets one knee on the chair. "Yeah, sweetheart?" He asks, his brows tilting as he looks between you and your core. You spread your legs more, nodding your head at him with conviction, a small whine escaping you as he sits down.

His large hand grabs your ankle, pulling your leg to stretch over his. He starts massaging your thigh, watching how your bathing suit bottoms shift as you squirm. He can see the shadow of your puffy lips behind the fabric, your untrimmed hairs making him blush.

"Just need a little help, don't you?" He says gently but you can hear the strain in his voice. He teases the fabric of your bikini bottoms, shifting them to the side to expose you to the cooler air. "You're so worked up, huh? You want me to fix it for you?" He continues to taunt you, smiling at the way you squirm.

"Yes, please, Dr. Abbot." You whine, pushing yourself up towards his fingers while batting your eyelashes. He unties your bottoms on either side to fully expose you now. His eyes widen as he pushes your thighs apart, his finger playing in your arousal as it drips out of you.

"Jesus christ, sweetheart, look at you. I haven't even touched you and you're already dripping on my chair." He coos, teasing you just to work you up more. He enjoys watching you squirm, watching as you get more desperate for him.

When he finally sinks a finger inside your needy pussy you collapse back onto the chair, arching up for him. You whine and moan, expressing how relieved you are.

"I think you're ready for another." He says with delight, pushing a second finger inside you. He pumps you full of his fat fingers, his other hand pushing your top out of the way to pinch your nipple.

"Oh, god! Jack, yes!" You cry out, already so close to your orgasm. As soon as you feel you may break past that crest the sensation stops all the sudden.

Dr. Abbot's voice is louder now, not nearly as sweet as your body jolts awake.

"You girls ready for dinner?" His voice shocks you at first, you're disoriented. Your eyes blink open, struggling to adjust as you pull the towel from your face in a hurry. You're blushing as you meet his gaze. It's different now than in your dream but you can't help the aching between your legs.

He smirks at you, his cheeks a tad pink as he looks away from you, to his daughter who's still on her stomach beside you. "Yeah, sure, dad. Wake me up when it's done." She grumbles, waving him off as she dozes. He looks back to you with question in his eyes.

"Yes, please, Dr. Abbot." You nod, holding your, now dry, cooling towel to your chest as you try to hid the thoughts in your head.

"Another cocktail too?" He offers, still smiling at you. You nod, matching his smile as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. "Here." He reaches his hand out to you for the towel, so you let him take it. He walks it over to the pool, dipping it in the water before ringing it out real good and handing it back to you. You watch his muscles flex and the water drip down his forearms, it's making you wet.

The left over effects from your dream making it hard to stop your body from reacting to him. As you take the towel back from him his eyes drop between your legs, his breath gets hitched and his cheeks flush as deep as yours.

Your gaze drops down to see where he's looking and you see the creamy, white mess leaking from your pussy has soaked all the way through your bottoms. You cough a little like a distraction, quickly draping the towel over yourself to hide.

Internally you're cursing yourself out over it, feeling disgusting about how your body can't seem to help itself. You look back up to Jack with embarrassed eyes as you try to play it off, you resist the urge to apologize. He looks away and pretends he didn't see it but you know better.

"Daddy! I want a cocktail too, please." Your friend cheers from beside you, rolling over so the sun can warm her front. He breaks his attention away from you to smile at his daughter, his face instantly changing to something more paternal.

She always talks about how good of a dad he's been her whole life. You hate yourself for only being able to think about other things he's really good at.

"Of course! Coming right up." He's upbeat as he claps his hands and spins to go back inside. You watch him walk away with heat burning you up from the inside out. You can't believe he'd just caught you having one of your stupid sex dreams.

Your friend looks over to you, her brows creased as she starts to reapply the tanning lotion. "Are you okay, babe?" She asks, leaning towards you a little to catch your gaze.

"Yeah." You huff, crossing your legs to hopefully conceal the mess better.

"What's wrong?" She pushes. You look at her with the same embarrassed face you gave her dad just a moment ago. Her eyes widen and then she looks at you sympathetically. "Did it happen again?" She asks, referring to your dreaming.

You consider her your best friend for many reasons, one of them being her lack of judgment when it comes to your - issues. She's actually been open minded and helpful, like the bell on your door and the crazy huge dildo she got me for your birthday. Nevertheless you feel so ashamed. Mostly because you were dreaming about her father.

You nod your head slowly, hiding your face in the towel as you tuck yourself into a little ball on your chair. "God, it's so embarrassing." You mumble, shaking your head like it'll dispel it from your mind.

"I told you to bring one of your toys with you. You know I don't care what you do in the guest room." She encourages you. You glare over at her, trying not to let it work you up too much. "What?" She shrugs, squeezing more tanning lotion on her hands before switching legs. "I still think that if you try to come once a day maybe dream you won't need it so bad." She explains as she has many times before.

You look at her with knowing eyes, resting your head on your hand on your bent knees. "I - I've been trying that." You admit, feeling like she's the only one who you trust about this. "It's not working."

"You know if I was in your shoes -" She sits up straight, turning to you on her chair to face you as she applies lotion to her arms now. "I'd have one of those vibrating panty things and just wear it to bed." She says like its her best idea yet, and you both laugh out loud.

"You know, I wish - I just wish I had a boyfriend like you, Then I would have someone who could do something about it for me." You babble, looking up to the side as a daydream takes over.

"You mean… like touch you in your sleep?" She asks as if that's such a crazy thing.

"Well, kinda. Like if they can tell I'm having that sort of dream, they would - nevermind." You shrug, shaking your head and trying to laugh it off. "I need to go clean up." You sigh, reaching for a large towel to wrap yourself up in.

Your friend winks at you as you start to walk past her lounger. "The shower head in your bathroom has some fun settings. It's the same as mine. Release some of that stress, babe." She points like she's telling you a secret.

You wink at her, "I know." You whisper, making her giggle before you slip through the open back door into house. You scurry through, passing Dr. Abbot as you enter the bar/living room.

"Your drink, hon." He calls, nodding his head for you to come back as he slides a glass across the bar top towards you. You hesitate on back tracking, the idea of that shower all the sudden seeming necessary to resolve your issue. But when he nods again, giving you a more stern look you know you have to retrieve it.

"Thank you, Dr. Abbot." You smile at him, standing between two bar stools as you pull the glass towards you. He tilts his head down at you, smirking in a way that makes you start dripping again.

"Please, hon, call me Jack." He asks, turning around to fix a second drink.

"Thank you, Jack." You correct yourself. "I was going to shower before dinner." You say as a way to excuse yourself as you start to back away from the bar. Taking your cocktail with you.

"Hurry back, dinner won't be long." He tells you like a gentle warning.

You sip your drink down enough to fast walk up the stairs to your room, throwing your suit and towel in your laundry basket on your way to the en suite bathroom. You're under the stream of hot water as quickly as you can manage, washing up like normal. When your hair and body are properly scrubbed you detach the showerhead and switch it to the heavy steam. Leaning back on the tile wall you spread your legs and aim the stream directly to your clit.

At first you jump, getting used to the pressure and warmth but within seconds your writhing and chasing the orgasm you nearly had in your dream. It feels so mind numbingly good after being so pent up that when your mind wanders back to Dr. Abbot, you don't bother stopping it.

This time he's in the shower with you, sitting down on the little bench, that's in every shower in the house, licking your pussy. In your daydream he's skilled and passionate, looking up at you through his lashes while gripping your ass and devouring your clit.

You come quickly, the build up making your legs shake some and you breathe a sigh of relief when it's over. But as you get out of the tub and start drying off you realize maybe you came too quick. Your cursed body unsatisfied and greedy as the aching return between your legs as you get dressed.

In your frustration you pull out your diary and scribble the date in the corner, deciding that paper is a better place to confide in because it can't judge you.

I wish that I could stop the dreams. But if I can't, if I can't change myself like that then I want someone who can help me. I don't know why it sounds so crazy. If my 'boyfriend' or something saw me sleeping and realized I was having one of those dreams I'd just want them to touch me somehow, maybe the way they usually do when they make me come - if I had a boyfriend. I just can't stop thinking about perfect it would be to wake up from one of those dreams and already be full… maybe I am just too disgusting. I need to get a shrink - and another vibrator.

You toss your journal on your nightstand and decide to head back downstairs for dinner. You're in a fresh bikini and a little mesh cover up as you're sure you'll be back in the pool at some point this evening. You and your friend might as well be mermaids this summer.

When you make it down stairs you find the kitchen and bar empty, so you head back outside to the pool deck. You see Jack and his daughter eating at the umbrella covered table, you join them casually despite the leftover tension in your chest.

"How was your shower?" Your friend asks, giving you a dirty look and you flush immediately. You scowl at her, kicking her heal under the table as you sit down.

"Fine." You huff out, reaching across her for the bottle of wine to pour yourself a glass. "Thank you for dinner, Dr. Abbot." You say softly, glancing over to him where he's sliding a few barbecue ribs onto your plate. He raises a brow at you, you try not to shudder. "Jack, sorry." You correct yourself.

"You're welcome, hon." He nods, returning to the food on his plate now. "We were just discussing new furniture for the apartment. Any input?" He asks, his eyes watching you so deeply you're scared he can read your mind.

"New furniture?" You ask, thinking to yourself how your furniture there is still pretty nice.

"Your roomy here," He says, smiling and nudging his daughters arm. "Said you could stand to update a few things. I thought if you two knew what you wanted we could go pick it out before summer ends. - That way we can have it al moved in on time." He explains and it make you a little wet, which make you hate yourself.

"That's unnecessary but thank you, Jack." You nod at him, looking earnestly at his eyes. You know Jack has money, he pays for your apartment and most of the times your groceries and anything else your roommate puts on her credit card. He spoils his daughter so in turn you get spoiled a little bit too.

"It is." Your friend corrects you, sitting up to join the conversation. "I mean the whole living room needs redone, everything is so out of date…" She goes on explaining all the things she wants to change and her ideas for our makeover. You listen with a smile, admiring her excitement and commitment to the whole thing. Every so often you'd glance over at Jack while she babbles, and he'd look back at you, smiling softly or winking in a friendly way.

He's just so fucking beautiful you wish you could pounce on him.

After dinner you and and your friend hop in the pool while Jack cleans up. You swim laps back and forth, singing along to the music on the speak, discussing bucket list things for next semester. You feel relaxed for a few minutes.

Then Jack comes back out onto the back patio, he's shirtless now, using his crutches to meet us by the pool. He sets them aside and then slides himself into the water, dunking his head to wet his hair. You don't notice you're staring until he smiles at you and you don't look away until he winks. Your attention immediately snaps back to his daughter, she floats around on an inflatable, looking up at the clouds as she talks about the clubs we have to visit before going back to campus.

"Are you girls going out tonight?" He asks, floating close to us. You cling to your friend's floaty, ignoring her when she tries to shoo you off.

"I think so, Daddy. Some of our friends are in town, we're gonna meet up." She tells him, kicking her feet in the water to spin around and face him. "Is that okay?" She asks, not so much for permission as to make sure she's not ruining his plans, if any.

"Of course." He cheers, waving a nonchalant hand at her. "I thought we could do a movie night soon."

"Oh, yes! That would be so much fun, can you make your homemade popcorn, pleeease." She sweet talks him, smiling wide and you can see her charm work on him instantly.

"It wouldn't be movie night without it." He scoffs, pretending to be high and mighty. We all giggle a little bit, your friend kicking water up at Jack. He grumbles before splashing her back, the spray of water hitting you too.

"Hey!" She squeals, kicking harder, earning her another splash from him. She wobbles a little on her floaty, Jack swims close enough to nudge it, sending her flipping upside down. She screams and flails and giggles. You giggle too, watching her struggle to get back up.

He comes after you next and you're not sure what to do, he splashes you in the face to disorient you before grabbing your waist and tickling you.

"Don't run, sweetheart." He whispers, smirking with heat in his gaze.

You're the one screaming now, trying to push his hands away and making a splashing mess in the process. His touch is playful but it makes you blush so hot you dip your head under water to hide.

When you come back up he's thankfully refocused on his daughter, fighting her for her floaty, tickling her until she's teary eyed from laughing so hard. You watch, floating a few feet away, wishing you could join the fun without getting a lady boner for your best friend's dad.

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Jack knew there was something special about you the first time he met you. Helping his daughter and her college best friend move into their apartment should've been an easy task - but he couldn't stop staring at your round ass and plump lips as you worked.

Now, as you relax during your summer break in tiny bikinis next to his pool, drinking his liquor and eating his food, he feels even more depraved. He enjoys being a good host but deep down he's happy to be close to you. And he's been behaving himself for the last couple weeks while you've stayed with him.

Except today something inside him nearly snapped and he knows he's got to get a hold on it. He knows he's too old for you anyways and for gods sake you're his daughter's best friend. - But when he came to check on the two of you during your poolside nap and found you writhing in your sleep - he almost had to walk away. He watched for just a few seconds as your hips shifted and soft moans escaped your mouth from under your towel before speaking loud enough to wake you.

He held it together while talking and refreshing the damp towel you like to keep over your head. His resolve nearly slipped though, when he looked down between your legs on accident and saw a sexy, creamy mess in your bikini bottoms. He had to get away from you before he did something he would regret.

But god if you didn't look absolutely scrumptious in your little bikini, all sweaty from the heat. If it were up to him he would've had you by yourself, licking up the mess between your legs until it was all over his face instead.

He almost lost it again after dinner while swimming in the pool, touching your wet skin, even if it was just to tickle you, had him blushing. He keeps himself composed the entire evening. He distracts himself in his office while you and his daughter get ready for your night out. He drives you to the bar where you're meeting up with your friends, memorizing it well for when he comes to pick you two up in a few hours.

Once he's back in his home alone he's not sure what to do with himself, especially with the fact that he can't get you out of his head. You're haunting him, your smooth skin, the way your little moans sounded, the way you look at him and he's not sure what it means.

Jack decides to round up the laundry, maybe get it done before the nights over so he can have something else occupying his mind. And it works for the most part, all the way up until he's gathering the items from the basket in the guest room. - Your room.

While transferring the dirty laundry he spots the same bikini in his fist that you wore earlier today, the one you made a mess in. He freezes, dropping everything else in his hand as he stares at it intently. Something overtakes him in that moment, he drops the basket holding the rest of the laundry he'd collected, falling onto the bed you've been sleeping in as he fumbles to slide his slacks off.

His cock is already hard and swollen, begging for relief. He brings your dirty bikini bottoms to his nose, taking a deep breath in at the same time he starts pumping a fist around his shaft. A loud groans echo through your room, threatening to haunt you when you return. Your heady, womanly scent infiltrating his airways intoxicates him in a way no alcohol or drug ever could.

Part of him feels disgusted with himself for invading your personal space like this, especially after entrusting him enough to live here and let him provide for you, for the whole summer. But most of him doesn't care because his cock is pulsating in his hand at just the mere scent of your majestic cunt.

He comes all over his stomach moments later, groaning and bucking his hips in the middle of your bed. He imagines filling your pussy up as he finishes, taking another deep inhale of your bottoms to drag it all out.

As he catches his breath he glances to your nightstand, hoping to see a box of tissues or something to clean himself up with. Instead, he sees an open notebook sitting in front of the little bedside lamp. He reaches for it, his brain still loopy and his filter gone. It's open to your journal entry from earlier today and he reads it, his cock managing a half chub as he does.

When he's finished, he cleans himself off in your en suite bathroom and continues on with the laundry. Although, somehow your bikini bottoms don't make it into the washer, they stay tucked safely in Jack's back pocket and then his nightstand.

He put your journal back exactly the way he found it but the contents don't leave his head. He can't seem to stop daydreaming about you all night long. He thinks about the things you could mean, the things you would want.

Every thought that enters his head is more perverted than the last.

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It's movie night and Jack is still fighting with his cock to keep his hands off you. He's only barely holding out though, the high from coming to your scent starting to wear off as he continues to watch you strut around the house.

You, your best friend and Jack all sit on your own couch in the main living area downstairs, the large television playing an older movie you've never seen. It's something Jack picked out and honestly you're not that interested.

You pass the time by stealing glances at him, his gray curls a little tousled from the day, his skin crinkling when he laughs, his neck…his biceps…

After finishing your homemade popcorn that Jack popped over the stove, and the fancy new drink he made, you doze off while scrunched up on the couch you've been on all night.

The movie is nearly over when Jack notices both of you passed out, his daughter snores gently as she faces the back cushion of the couch, while you lay facing the tv with your knees bent.

He makes sure his daughter is covered up well, kissing her forehead goodnight before slowly approaching the couch you're on. You lay in cotton shorts and a matching tank top with embroidered flowers all over it, he think it looks so pretty on you.

You've kicked your blanket down to your feet, your cheeks red and your skin warm to the touch. Jack leans down over the back of the couch to kiss your forehead, promising himself this is the only moment he'll indulge this…fantasy of his.

The heat of your skin surprises him, he pulls back with furrowed brows, looking over your body, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and then your neck as if checking for a fever.

He's only been taking the occasional shift at the hospital this summer, so he can spend time with his daughter before she goes back to school, but he can't help when his instincts kick in. You don't show any obvious signs of sickness but you're burning up.

It starts to make sense when you fidget under his touch, a small whine escaping your lips. His gaze snaps to your face to see that your eyes are still closed but there's a small crease between your brows. He takes his hand away, worried he's making you stir. He's determined nothing is wrong with you but when he sees your hips shift and wiggle, he thinks maybe there's still something he could do to fix you.

He gently brushes your hair away from your face, petting the side of your head like little touches will help him resist what he truly wants. You whine again, breathing out heavily before sucking in a sharp breath, your hips bucking into nothing.

Jack can't just sit and watch you struggle like this. The memory of your journal entry pops into his head, your dainty handwriting admitting something so filthy and delicious. Jack would never touch someone in their sleep unless it was for medical reasons - or unless they wanted it. And he's pretty certain you do.

But he couldn't quite bring himself to go that far, he'd feel too dirty about it. He watches you a moment more and you seem to settle but it doesn't last. As soon as he thinks it's safe to leave you and go to bed, you buck your hips again, your toes curling in your bunched up socks. He decides he has to do something to help you and if he can't talk himself into touching you himself…

He grabs a stiff throw pillow from the floor where you had kicked it off to get comfy, placing a soft hand on your knee to lift it in the air. When there's enough space he tucks the pillow between your legs, nudging it up to the apex before letting your knee fall back down to lock it in place. While keeping a firm grip on the pillow he also places his hand on your hip, keeping the pressure light as he encourages your hips to move.

You continue breathing heavy, a little moan or squeak leaving your lips every few breaths as Jack forces you to grind on the pillow. Your hips buck on their own too but you're sleeping and you can't keep them coordinated enough to come. So, he does what he can to keep you aligned and steady.

He watches your clothed pussy rub against the pillow, the fabric shifting around enough to tease him with a hint of the skin of your cunt. He resists the urge to strip you naked. You're quiet enough not to disturb his daughter but he has to make sure it stays that way. His cock is so hard he can barely handle it, he feels nearly dizzy as he watches.

"Jack - please," You whisper, raspy and barely coherent but Jack's ears perk up like a dog. His eyes snap to your face in fear that you've woken up. But your eyes are still closed, your body still moving in a way that requires his assistance. So, he assumes you're still asleep.

Then the thought occurs that you're dreaming about him, while humping his decorative pillow as he guides your hips. His tip leaks a little in his pants, his hard length straining against his blue jeans. He ignores it all, focusing on you and your body.

"I got you, sweetheart." He whispers as quiet as he can, leaning closer to your ear as he start nudging the pillow a little harder up into your clit. His aim isn't perfect but there's enough surface area to keep you stimulated. He's not sure you can hear him in your dream state but regardless he feels the need to talk back after you called for him. "Come for me, I know you need it." He adds, somehow quieter than the first time.

He guides your movements, petting the side of your head as he resists the urge to touch you more. You moan a little louder, your hips getting more wild as your body chases that high. Jack moves the pillow back and forth, determined to get you there. You let out a heavy sigh, whimpering and bucking your hips really hard a few more times before collapsing back into a limp, sleepy state.

He removes the pillow from between your legs, gently setting your knee back down. He can't seem to resist the urge; sliding two fingers up the pant leg of your shorts to feel your soaking wet panties. He has to bite his lip to hold in a moan at the feeling of your warm arousal. He wishes more than anything that he could whisk you away to his room and give you an orgasm you'd never stop dreaming about.

But he controls himself, somehow. Jack covers you up with the blanket, lingering a few seconds too long just to watch you sleep. He watches your chest rise and fall, the way your lips part and twitch as you dream. When he finally recedes to his bedroom he touches himself to the thought of the way he touched you. It's the fastest he's come - ever.

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You wake up at the crack of dawn, the early sun shining in through the large windows around the house. The air you breathe in feels cooler than normal and you notice a lack of aching between your legs. You rub your thighs together a little, noticing how out of place your bottoms are and how you're a little sticky.

Did you come in your sleep?

You don't wait around long thinking about it, throwing the blanket off and making your way upstairs for another shower. Your best friend still snoozes on the same couch she was on last night, the blanket wrapped around her head like a babushka. You figure you can be clean and dry by the time Jack has breakfast ready.

Although, on the way to your room you bump into Jack. You stumble but he catches you, his rough hands on your sides as he sets you back into place. The bad habit you have of watching your feet while walking is finally catching up to you.

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Abbot." You say remorsefully, holding his biceps for balance. And lord help you if you don't notice how toned they are.

"It's Jack, sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you?" He teases, smiling softly as he nudges you back. You let go, realizing all the sudden how long you'd been clinging to him. "And it's okay. - What are you doing up so early?" He asks, looking down at his watch.

You cross your arms over your chest, your feet shuffling beneath you and giving away how nervous you are. Your dream from last night starts seeping into your brain, the memories of Dream Jack bombarding you now that he's here, so close and right after touching you.

"Sorry, Jack. - I'm just going to shower." You shrug, pointing down the hall and looking past him because his eyes are just too intense.

"I was going to get started on breakfast, do want anything specific?" He asks, being the prefect host as always. You almost feel guilty for the nasty things you made him do in your dreams last night. You wish more than anything that you could stop yourself from squirming.

He's just so close in this hallway, you can smell him from here and it makes you want to leap forward and lick a strip up his neck. You wonder to yourself how you're going to get through the next two months here, especially when you're slowly losing your composure around him.

"Umm, no. I'll eat whatever you make. Thank you." You're curt and polite, smiling at him while trying not to blush. He watches you for a moment, his gaze intense as he looks at you from head to toe.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Jack asks, squinting at you with a trained eye. He surveys you for any obvious signs of something being wrong and finds only your fidgety, flushed body. You tug at the ends of your shorts, afraid he'll somehow be able to tell what's going on between your legs. He watches your hands closely, his pupils dilating as his gaze wanders your thighs.

"Yeah, I uh, I have to pee." You blurt out, which isn't a total lie but now you're even more embarrassed. He bows his head, stepping to the side and motioning you to pass him.

You both smile and glance awkwardly as you pass him. You walk a few steps before looking back to find him watching you, something curious in his gaze. You shuffle a few more steps forward and he doesn't look away, it gives you chills.

You giggle a little bit, diffusing the tension your mind has made up between the two of you. "What?" You ask, hoping the dim hallway hides your blush.

He scratches his head, his beefy bicep flexing and it makes you gulp. "Did you have any weird dreams last night?" He asks, seeming so casual about it that it doesn't catch you off guard right away. But then it hits you-

"No, sir." You shake your head, gulping again to try and reverse the dryness in your throat. "Why?" You ask, trying to mimic his casualness and failing as fear sinks in. Fear of him catching you, not once but twice, while having a sex dream - about him.

"I uh, I thought I heard you say something last night before I went to bed." He shakes his head as if shaking off the memory, sighing heavily before chuckling.

"I do that sometimes." You're frozen in your spot, waiting for him to call you out, to say something about how disgusting you are. But he doesn't. "W-What did I say?" You dare ask, breaking the silence if nothing else.

"I couldn't tell." He shrugs, giving me a tight lipped, faux frown. You nod. It's awkward again. "Go." He waves you away. "Go, pee. - and shower. I'll see you at breakfast."

"See you." You smile sheepishly before rushing to lock yourself away.

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You sit at the bar while music bumps low from behind, sipping on a watered down drink and feeling a little miserable.

Your friend decided to throw a party tonight and you're realizing she's much more popular than you thought. Yeah, sometimes you have to share her on the weekends but tonight was a lot. There's so many people, most of them you don't know and the ones you do don't stimulate your senses the right way.

You've made your rounds, danced with a few people, took shots, told stories, swam laps - but now you're bored and down about yourself. Maybe it's because you've barely been sleeping, so scared to have another uncontrollable dream. You've been napping here and there when you can, but you've been out almost every night this week. It seems your friend has reached the part of summer where she parties and drinks instead of tans and sips.

Which you're fine with, but you've been falling asleep in each other's rooms or in common areas, because of how late you're getting home. And you're so terrified of having something happen in front of her. So, you lay with your eyes shut and daydream or scroll on your phone until breakfast.

Tonight you're supposed to be a good co-host, and you were for the first two hours, now you're inside sulking alone. You're sleepy and horny, a combination that is literally your worst nightmare. The ache between your legs never goes away completely, it's a constant reminder of how perverted you are. How you're never satisfied, no matter how many times you come or how hard.

"Need a refill?" Jack's voice startles you, you jump a little, sitting up straight as your eyes land on him.

"Yes, please." You nod, catching your breath and sliding your glass to him over the bar. He's in jeans and a t-shirt, basic but he makes it look so sexy. You're starting to worry maybe drinking in front of him isn't a good idea. You're already drunk and shifting your thighs together.

"You been doing okay?" Jack asks, glancing over his shoulder a he pulls liquor bottles off the shelves.

"Yeah." You nod, kicking your feet and pulling your towel tighter as you start to feel chilly. Jack quickly concocts a drink that's mostly vodka, sliding it back to you with uncertain eyes. He looks at you with something reminiscent of worry.

"Are you sure?" He pushes gently, leaning down on his elbows in front of you. You can see him well when he's this close, the silver stubble on his chin and the way his eyes glow. You're not sure what you feel other than warm as you take a big gulp from your cup, wincing a little from the bitterness. "Have you been sleeping?" He continues when you don't answer him.

"Why are you asking me that?" You huff, rolling your eyes and leaning back in your chair, away from him. If only because you need the distance from him to feel sane.

"You have bags under your eyes." He says bluntly.

You scoff, looking at him like you're offended and maybe you are a little bit. Mostly because you want him to think you're pretty, even when you're tired.

"Wow, thank you, Dr. Abbot." You give him a sarcastic smile before sliding out of your chair. You stumble a little bit, swiping your drink from the bar.

"Sweetheart, that's not what I meant." He sighs, sounding a tad exasperated. You hear his heavy footsteps before you feel his large hand around your arm. He pulls you to face him and you hope he can't see the goosebumps on your skin as your towel starts to slide down. "I just meant - If you're not sleeping well I can help." He offers, glancing down to your bikini clad body briefly before forcing his eyes back up.

"How?" You ask, gulping from the proximity of your bodies and how warm his hand feels on your arm. He watches you for a moment, gauging your body language before scooping you up bridal style. You yelp a little, focusing on keeping your drink cup steady as he lifts you to his chest. "Jack…?"

"Don't worry, she'll be out there all night if you let her. She'll understand you need to rest." He assures you, turning to walk further into the house. You start to get nervous as the music gets quieter but he's so warm and firm against your buzzing body - you have no fight in you.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask, laying your head on his shoulder just because you can. He walks past the living room, aiming for the staircase next.

"Your room." He mumbles, looking straight forward as you look up at the side of his face. His cheeks are pink like yours but he's not drunk, it makes you wonder what he's thinking. He carries you all the way up the stairs and down the hall to your room. When he sets you down in front of your bed he takes the drink from your hands and you reach for it.

"Hey, I'm not done." You whine, reaching across his chest for the cup. He extends his arm out away from you, making you reach further and you nearly slip. He wraps an arm around your waist, catching your bare skin as your towel gives out and falls to the floor. His arm is burning hot on your skin, you shudder from the impact but keep clawing down his other arm for the glass.

"Calm down, you'll get it back." He assures you, giggling some at your resistance, thinking you're adorable like this. You ignore him, wanting your drink back now. You keep stretching yourself over his body, somehow focusing on the liquor filled glass even with his hard pecks and pudgy belly rubbing against you. Jack calls your name like he's scolding you, "You're getting yourself worked up." He warns.

His arm around your waist shifts up and down as he counters your attacks, eventually he manages to get the glass down on your nightstand so he can hold you with both hands. In the midst of it all Jack somehow loosened the tie of your bikini bottoms on one side. With a hand on either hip he holds you still in front of him.

"I'm trying to help you." He scolds, tilting his head with furrowed brows but he doesn't let go of your hips. You giggle a little bit, the alcohol preventing you from being able to take him seriously.

All the sudden your bottoms start slipping down your thighs. You gasp, drawing his attention to it immediately as you reach down to try and grab it. But you're drunk and you're not fast enough. So, you end up with the half tied bottoms around your ankles.

"Don't look!" You screech, your face red hot as you turn away, trying to cover yourself.

"Fuck." Jack hisses, spinning around on his heel and looking towards the ceiling as you scramble to pull them back up. The sound of his cursing gives you chills, you're worried you've upset him by acting like a drunken idiot.

"It's your fault." You huff in response.

"Just get decent, please." He grumbles, sounding perturbed all the sudden. You decide to leave your bottoms off, untying your top and tossing it down too before climbing into the bed. You slide under the covers and shiver for a second as you succumb to the warmth.

Jack peaks over his shoulder, turning all the way around when he sees you tucked under the comforter. He has a crease between his brows as he comes closer, lifting the comforter from the bottom of the bed. He bunches it up enough to expose your feet, sitting down on the end as he pulls them into his lap.

"A foot rub is going to fix all my sleeping problems?" You ask sarcastically as he starts digging his fingers into the soles of your foot. "Where did you go to medical school?" You add, giggling a little before a yawn escapes you.

Jack raises a brow at you, smirking all smug like while his talented fingers massage your tender skin. "That's a lot of attitude directed at someone who is just trying to help." He says quietly but his voice is still full and manly. "What's been keeping you up?"

"I- I don't know.' You shrug, tucking the comforter tight under your chin and wiggling your toes a little to keep your legs from going tingly. "Why did you say 'fuck' like that?" You ask, your filter slipping as the alcohol takes over and you get sleepier.

"Like what?" He looks down to his working hands as he inquires. You don't say anything, nibbling on your bottom lip as you stretch your foot deeper into his lap, your painted toes brushing against the bulge in his jeans. He shuffles a little, nudging your foot away like it was an accident. So, you do it again, more intentional this time. Jack grips your foot tight, holding you in place as he turns his head to glare at you. He says your name like you're in trouble. "What are you doing?" His voice his deep, gravelly, threatening.

You giggle again, blushing behind the comforter as you wiggle your toes in his hand. He doesn't look amused but you can see his pink cheeks and the way his jeans look painfully tight now. When you see the growing bulge you twist some to reach with your other foot to touch it. He manages to fight you off, restraining your ankle with a bruising grip.

"Watch it." He hisses, looking at you with a pointed gaze as he slides off the mattress. "You have no idea what you're asking for." He adds in a more hushed tone, still grumbly and closed off.

"Jack. You can look, if you want." You whisper, the liquor finally taking over all your inhibitions. You slowly start to spread your legs, pulling the blanket up your length of the bare skin.

He turns around in an instant, his back to you as you watch him breathe heavier and heavier. "We can't, you need to sleep. That's why I'm here." He says aloud, sounding like he's trying to remind himself.

"Jack…" You whine quietly, feeling loopy and desperate, you've lost control and you just want relief. You don't really care where it comes from but you'd love it to be him.

He spins around towards you with determination, picking up your drink from the nightstand at the same time he grabs your face. "Shh, quit talking." He squeezes your cheeks to force your mouth open, before tilting the glass and trickling the liquid between your pouty lips. "That's it, sweetheart, swallow and relax."

You gulp it all down, like you had a choice, hiccuping and sputtering when he finally pulls the glass away. He taps the side of your face, wiping the excess liquid from your lips with his thumb. You shiver and squirm, only getting more worked up the more fuzzy your mind gets.

"Close your eyes and don't move." He demands, returning to his spot at your feet. He continues to rub pressure points on your feet that make you feel exhausted. You pout as you lay in the pillows, wanting to act out and fight to stay awake. But you don't, you lay in your spot, still and silent as Jack massages you to sleep.

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Jack's resolve has never been tested more than with you. He was trying to be a good host and doctor by putting you to sleep with a simple remedy. But at every turn you made him question his sanity.

He barely held out, feeling distraught and empty as he returned downstairs to check on the party. He mixes and passes out drinks to the partygoers still left, participating in tossing a beach ball around and checking in on his daughter (letting her know that you've gone to bed) before calling it a night. He says his last goodbyes, entrusting his daughter to wrap everything up before sunrise.

You're on his mind the whole time, thoughts of how to help you sleep and how to resist you if you keep pushing. He's not sure how much longer he can be a strong, decent man when it comes to you.

He decides to check up on you once more on his way back to his bedroom, creeping in through your door as silent as he can. He takes soft steps all the way to your bed where he finds your eyes closed and your lips parted. It's been over an hour since he left you up here to rest but it still feels suffocating in your room.

Jack can barely breathe as he watches you, keeping a decent distance for his own good. You stir a little bit, making small noises as you adjust your body and pull the covers around. Maybe you can smell him standing a few feet away and that makes you squirm, or maybe your needy body can just tell when what it wants is close by.

He decides it's probably smart to leave now, to escape while he still can but as he starts back tracking towards the door you start shuffling again. The top of the comforter slips down your chest, exposing you perky breasts.

Jack whimpers aloud, unable to stop it. Your nipples are already hard, begging for attention. He comes closer to get a better look at you as you roll onto your back. Both of you are quiet and still for many minutes; Jack resists the physical urge to lean down and grope you and he's not doing a good job.

He ends up sitting on the mattress next to you, palming his throbbing cock over his jean just to keep it from hurting. You moan in your sleep, your back arching up just a tad before you relax into the bed. Your legs move up and down as your back continues to twitch from the intensity of whatever dream you're having.

It's when you start whimpering, the sound coming out almost like a cry, that Jack loses control. He rips the blanket down the rest of your body, gently guiding your legs apart to see the arousal pooling at your entrance. He groans a little too loud when he spots the shaped bush adorning your cunt. Jack notices it's trimmed almost perfect with your tan lines and he admires the dedication.

Jack runs his fingers through the sparse hairs, teasing the lips of your pussy on his way down. He feels like the drunk one when he maneuvers around the mattress to lay on his stomach between your open legs, licking from your asshole all the way up to your clit in one full motion.

Your body shudders and you whine above him, still dreaming when he does it again - and again, and again. Your taste coats his tongue, its sweeter than licking an ice cream cone. He knows he's being selfish but he also knows you need it. He knows that you'll wake up frustrated and un-rested if he doesn't make you come.

So, he kisses your clit, alternating between licks and suctioned kisses. Every touch he gives you makes him harder, you make soft noises and buck your hips around, making it hard for him to stay focused. Your arousal coats his mouth and chin, he shoves his face deeper just make more of a mess.

Jack is completely drunk on you, your moans spur him on as he relishes in your pussy and loses his mind. He's been dreaming about your taste for weeks now, he finally gets what he wants and you're better than he could've imagined. He dips his head lower, nudging his nose against your clit and plunging his tongue into your weeping hole. He breathes in your scent, the same one he gets off to when he does your laundry and finds your panties, and it has him rutting his hips into the bed.

He reaches up for one of your breasts, taking a handful and groping to his liking. Your taut bud rubs against his palm and he moans into your pussy, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger next. Your breath hitches and Jack nearly soils his pants.

One of Jack's hands wraps under your thigh to keep your legs spread, the other finding its way to your pussy where he sinks his middle finger in. He knows you're wet enough to take him easily, your walls clenching tight around him as he continues to lick your clit. Your body jolts, a gasp leaving your mouth as you start to stir more seriously.

He doesn't care, he can't stop himself now. He fucks his finger in and out a few times before curling against your most sensitive spot, sending your spine arching and your hips bucking wildly. His tongue swirls around your swollen clit in tune with his fingers, the sensation finally having your brain switch back on.

You blink a few few times, trying to catch your breath and figure out what's happening. But you feel so good, there's someone between your legs and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. Still incredibly drunk though, you struggle to make sense of anything. Your hands feel heavy as they reach down to your legs to make sure it's not real - To your surprise there is indeed a real person there.

At first you almost freak out, but as your fingers dance in smooth curls, grazing down a face with sparse stubble and a pointed nose - "Jack?" You ask, your voice small and weak as you writhe against your will.

Jack manages to pull his mouth away from you, leaning up your body so you can see his face. It's dark so you can't make each other's features out all the way, just enough to know. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and a glistening chin.

"Am I dreaming?" You ask, still disoriented as you take the sleepy waves of pleasure.

"Shh, sweetheart. Relax, go back to sleep if you can." Jack whispers, curling his fingers inside you as he kisses your cheek and ventures down your neck with sloppiness. His free hand gropes and massages all over your body as he kisses down your torso. He stops at your breasts for a few moments, licking and sucking on your nipples. You squeal, arching off the bed and digging your nails into his shoulders. "You have to be quiet." Jack scolds, keeping his voice down.

"I don't understand, - Fuck! that's s-so good." You stutter out, blinking hard and fast because you can't seem to keep your eyes open.

"Sweetheart, just take it, m'gonna take good care of you, promise." He assures you with urgency and impatience. When he finally makes it back to your clit, you're dripping down his hand. It makes him groan into your pussy as he starts lapping you up again.

You feel loopy the whole time, not sure if you're awake or dreaming at this point. All you know is you need to come and you're getting so so close. You seem to have some control over your hips so you writhe and chase your high as Jack builds it up.

"That's it, gooood girl." He coos, his words vibrating your core. Your orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing and breaking into a light sweat as you ride it out. Jack licks you through it, removing his fingers when you start to get a little hysterical. You make a mess of him, feeling wet all over your thighs as your breathing deepens.

While you writhed on Jack's face he writhed into the bed, rubbing his rock hard cock into the mattress while he devoured you until he was coming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned every last bit of his pleasure into your pretty pussy.

You're gasping for air and clawing at him violently to drag him closer. He crawls up your body, hovering over you as you hold his ribs and rub your feet up and down his calves. "Jack, what the fuck." You breathe out, trying to sober yourself up but it doesn't work. You're too inebriated to think right after such an insane orgasm.

"You were dreaming - you needed it." Jack tells you like it's common sense.

"I am dreaming." You whisper, laughing a little as exhaustion fills you again. "Kiss me." You request, hoping dream Jack will taste like you when your lips meet.

You hear him chuckle a little as you close your eyes, waiting. He leans down and presses his lips to yours and it feels so real. He's warm and reminiscent of you. His stubble brushes your chin and lips, tickling you in the best way.

You tease your tongue against him and he returns the gesture, you two lazily lap each other up for longer than you can keep track of. Jack gently touches your body, caressing you with weight meant to help you get back to sleep. And it starts to work. He whispers sweet things to you that you won't remember in the morning, kissing you into the pillows with his body weight trapping the heat between you.

When Jack feels you start to go limp, finally falling back to sleep, he slowly slides off the bed. He covers you back up, kissing your forehead because he just can't help it. He waits for the guilt to sink in as he sneaks out of your room and back to his. But it never comes.

He just keeps replaying the memory of you coming as he cleans himself up and gets ready for bed. The thought acts like a lullaby and stays with him as he falls asleep too.

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You wake up the next morning hungover and terrified. The memories from last still jumbled in your head. Even as you wake up to the birds chirping and the bright sun, you can't tell if last night was real or not.

When you go downstairs for breakfast you see your best friend at the island, sitting in a bar stool with her legs tucked up and her head in her arms. You know she's hung over too when you approach and hear her groan as Jack makes noise in the kitchen.

"Sorry, honey! You'll feel better after you eat." He assures her, nudging the large glass of water in front of her closer. She just groans again which makes you smile to yourself. You rub your hand up and down her back as you slide into the stool next to her.

"Fuck you!" She whines, shrugging away from you.

"What?" You ask in confusion, dipping your head down to look at her.

"You went to bed so early." She grumbles and you laugh.

"I needed some sleep, you've had me up every night this week. - Besides, midnight is not that early." You argue a little, reaching for her water since she's not drinking it.

"Whatever. Play with my hair please." She continues her whining and you concede, finding her endearing. You pull her head closer to you as she rests her arms on the counter, picking out a few strands to start twirling and braiding.

"How'd you sleep?" Jack asks you, his eyes so heavy on you, you shiver a little. You gulp, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Fine." You nod, not even bothering with a smile before putting your attention back on his daughter. You can't handle the way he's looking at you, what you think it means. You hope that if you just ignore him that you can pretend it didn't happen, dream or not.

Jack whips up breakfast, setting our plates down with a glass of green juice each. You thank him without meeting his eyes, eating the food and helping your friend get as much down as she can. You're so grateful for the full belly of food first thing in the morning, you're already starting to feel a little better.

Your friend excuses herself in a huff, declaring she's returning to bed, indefinitely. You put both sets of your dishes in the sink, rinsing them off and stacking them to the side. When you turn around away from the sink you're met with Jack's broad figure blocking your path.

He looks down at you thoughtfully, his fingers coming up to brush some hair from your face. "You're really going to give me the silent treatment after what I did for you last night?" He asks facetiously, his hands grazing down your arms. You swat him away, your cheeks running hot in a second.

"Stop that." You scold but it seems to amuse him. He grabs your waist, pushing you back into the counter as he cages you in.

"Don't be like this, sweetheart. I know you've been dreaming about me-" He coos at you, hugging you to his belly as he tries to find your lips. You shove him away harder, nerves and embarrassment eating you up.

"Jack, please." You whine, desperate to get away and hide from him, so he can't judge you or make fun of you. So he can't say something you've already said to yourself. "I don't want to talk about it."

Jack grabs your face, forcing you to hold still and you do, you stop pushing him away and rest in his hands. "Then shut up." He murmurs, bringing his lips to yours and this time you listen. You close your lips in anticipation, his demand taking all protest from your tongue. He hypnotizes you with his kiss, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, grinding your hips forward as your hormones take over in no time.

He lifts you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs to grind himself against your clothed core. You groan into the kiss, writhing back while you push away all the thoughts trying to get in the way. You've been wanting this since you arrived for the summer, and even if you know it's wrong and shouldn't happen, you don't care.

Or you're trying not to care.

You lift your knees higher to give him more access, your knees locking onto his love handles as you run your fingers through his silver hair. He's every bit of man you'd been imagining all this time and then some, he's so much bigger this close up.

The kiss heats up until both of you are panting and your lips are slick with spit. Jack grabs your jaw and leans you back on the cupboards as his other hand grab the elastic of your sweatpants. "I want you fucking wide awake when you take my cock for the first time." He grunts, yanking your pants down and you lift your hips to let him. He sees the hesitation in your eyes as he undresses your bottom half, his hands guiding your legs back up so your knees are close to your chin. "What? You're not a virgin are you? Is that why you have wet dreams?" He asks, curiosity mixing with a tone of taunting.

You slap his bicep, your faces scrunches up and you feel kind of offended. "I am not a virgin! I'm just - messed up I guess." You end with a shrug.

Jack scoots you closer so you're hanging on the edge of the counter, his body balancing you out as he holds you. "No, you're not. - You just need to get fucked real good. Promise I'll take care of you, sweetheart. I won't let you suffer like you have been." He assures you, leaning back in for you lips as his hands wander under your tank top. You hum happily, pressing yourself into Jack to soak up his warmth.

He kisses you and grinds between your legs until you're sweaty and your panties have nearly been rubbed through. He pulls himself out of his gym shorts, his fat cock flopping over the elastic band.

Your eyes widen and you swallow hard as you take in the size of him, you're unsure if you can stretch that far. He sees your gaze and chuckles to himself, certain he's going to stuff you full of him no matter how long it takes. He starts pumping a lazy fist up and down his cock, lifting your shirt up to look at your tits and twist one of your nipples.

Jack pulls your panties aside and presses his blunt head to your sopping wet core, you hope it's enough lubrication to suck him in with ease. But you're wrong, as soon as he starts inching forward you feel ungodly full.

"Jack, fuck!" You huff, pinching your eyes shut and grabbing him for dear life. He holds your knees up to your ears as you lean back against the wooden cupboard door. "I can't-" You gasp when he goes further.

"You can and you will, I'm not stopping now." He grunts, losing his breath actively because of how tight you're wrapping around him. His lips find yours, kissing you with passion and chaos as if he's trying to distract you. He plays with your nipples and gropes your thighs to keep you stimulated.

You both can feel your pussy get wetter by the second, arousal oozing out of your cunt and dripping down his shaft. He's so slick he slides in easy, resting his forehead to yours as he pants and tries to control himself.

"You are so fucking tight sweetheart, god, you're suffocating my cock." His voice is strained as he speaks, sounding feral as he starts to pull out. "I've been thinking about this tight little cunt all summer. You're even better than I imagined." He continues to ramble, beginning a slow pace where he doesn't bottom out all the way.

You're delirious as he takes you, right here on the counter top, the breakfast mess still scattered about. Your skin burns and tingles, your pussy burning in a way that starts to feel cold. It's all a bit too much, your limbs go limp and Jack has to hold you up.

"Atta girl." He coos, kissing your sweaty face as he starts to speed up. "You look so pretty when you're cock drunk." You want to protest his words but you can't. Because he's right. You're stretched so wide your body can't handle the overstimulation, you're putty in his hands. He holds you close and fucks you deep, you're nearly numb by the time he gets any rhythm going.

He holds you to his chest when you can't seem to hold yourself up well, his thrusts becoming harsher and deeper. You whimper, moaning incoherently as your mind blurs over. The feeling of his fuzzy belly pressing against your thighs making you somehow more dizzy. His biceps hold you, his too-big cock splits you open and his beautiful face watches you like a hawk.

Jack feels so protective over you like this, seeing you limp and drowsy and still managing to take so much of him. He wants to provide this blissfulness for you anytime you need it, awake or not.

He slips a hand between your bodies, the pads of his fingers finding your clit and he starts rubbing slow circles there. Your nerves are so sensitive from what his tongue had done to you the night before but you don't have the wherewithal to push him away. His tight circles paired with his hearty thrust send you flying over the edge. He clamps a hand down over your mouth to keep you from getting too loud, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Your orgasm feels like an echo, pounding through your body in waves that linger and fade, in and out.

"Ohhh, baby, yes!" Jack grunts, surprised by how quickly you got there. "Come all over me, fuck." He loses his breath as you continue to clench and tighten around him. His thrusts are less coordinated now as he starts chasing his own orgasm. Which doesn't take him too much of anything really, considering how tight you are. "M'gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna come so deep inside this little cunt, I'll be dripping out of you all week." He tells you, speaking so stern you'd think he's trying to threaten you.

But really it just makes you moan louder into his hand and cling to him tighter with all of your limbs. Jack grunts and groans through his orgasm, your name falling from his lips along with other dirty things that slip your mind. You feel his warmth fill you up in spurts, matching his messy thrusts.

When he starts pulling out of your cunt you let out a sob, the air needing to be expelled from your lungs so you could suck in fresh air. Jack kisses your mouth to swallow your sounds, pulling out slowly, massaging your thighs apart to make it easier on you.

"Deep breaths, sweetheart." He whispers, pulling you off the counter and into his arms. He holds you bridal style again and this time you cling to him entirely. You wrap your arms around his neck and tuck your face in the space above his collar bone, just wanting to feel safe in this moment.

You worry about how messed up this is, you worry about how you're betraying your best friend. But when Jack kisses you so tenderly, promising to make me come whenever you want and to take care of you - well, that's all you can think about really.

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Days go by after your first time with Jack and you avoid him as much as you can. After he stuffed you full of his cock and claimed you in the most animalistic way, you were put off. You were embarrassed and scared to lose your best friend.

Although, you thought about him nearly every second and it doesn't help that he still waits on you and his daughter, hand and foot. He's in your space all the time, teasing you, making sure you know he isn't going to give up on having you again this summer.

You drink and swim and go out like nothing is wrong but… your dreams are coming back. You haven't had one since you came on his cock. Until last night, nearly a week later. You're starting to think maybe you do need him to fix your problem.

Jack has only held back because he knew your first time together was intense, he put you through a lot and he can't blame you for needing some space. But he's starting to get impatient. He doesn't want to keep waiting for you to work up the courage because what if you never do? This whole week has been unbearable for him, sharing glances and watching you walk around soaking wet - he's starting to get desperate.

He needs mores.

He spends the day with you, his daughter and a few friends from the hospital by the pool, grilling for lunch and make cocktails like he does. When everyone has left for the evening, his daughter napping on a chaise lounge outside, you and him clean up the dishes. It's a little tense in the air between you, you're not sure what to do or say and neither is Jack.

He crowds behind you as you stand at the sink, reaching around you to shut off the water. His fingers trail up your arms, around your shoulders and down your back until he's got ahold of you by the dimples at the base of your spine.

He says your name first, sweet and gentle, "I can't wait anymore, I need you to talk to me." He whispers, nudging your cheek with his nose as he grinds himself into your behind. You bite your lip, melting into his touch like you'd missed it your whole life.

"We can't do this." You mutter, regretfully, shaking your head and trying to pull away. He's too strong for you, keeping you against the counter with little effort. He brushes the hair from your neck so he has full access, leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin. He reaches your earlobe, teasing the silver hoop dangling.

You shudder under his touch, feeling weaker with each of his exhales that hit your skin. His lips lead up to the side of your face where he turns you enough to find your lips, encapsulating you instantly. The kiss is fiery and hot as soon as it starts, your body takes over and you can't resist him.

"Say that again, sweetheart." Jack growls, shoving a hand down your pants to feel how wet you are, and just as he suspected - "I'm serious. Say it again while we can hear how wet your cunt is." He demands, taunting you to the point that you start to feel bashful. His fingers swirl quickly in your arousal, teasing your entrance as he makes a show of the mess.

"W-We can't, Jack." You sigh, eyes pinching shut as his teasing starts to work you up. You don't get a full breath in before Jack sinks a finger inside you, pumping fast and with good aim.

"You don't mean it, look at this fucking mess." He's so mean and convincing, his touch overwhelming you as you try to stay rational. You reside to moaning instead of arguing, it's no use anyway. He finds your mouth to swallow up your noises, fucking his finger in and out of you at a deadly pace. "Have you dreamt about me, sweetheart?"

"Yes." You whisper, keeping your eyes closed and your lips on his as you answer him.

"Good girl, you know that's what I like to hear." He pulls away, leaving your mouth and your pussy in the same moment. He leaves you gasping, your body buzzing as you try to return your focus to the dishes. You glance over your shoulder at him to see he's wiping down the island counter with a wet rag. He comes back to you with an extra glass to set in the sink. "I want to make you a new drink recipe."

"You're teasing me." You huff, all the walls you've built up to keep him away failing the second he touches you.

"You tease me everyday, sweetheart." He counters, pecking your cheek and slapping your ass. "Go sit at the bar." You jolt away, blushing deeply as you scurry out of the kitchen and to the bar room. Anticipation build in your chest as you find a seat and wait for him.

Jack finds you moments later with a chilled glass, getting to work on his new concoction. Except while you're not looking he slips a mild sedative into the mixture. It's nothing crazy, just something he takes when he has trouble sleeping. He knows you need a good fuck again and he needs it just as bad, selfishly Jack wants you to be able to take all of him. Your first time last week he hadn't been able to bottom out without you getting too overstimulated.

So, when he slides you the drink and watches you sip his cock starts to twitch.

"MMM, Jack, that's yummy." You hum, sipping more enthusiastically as he smiles at you. He leans across the bar to touch your arm, caressing your skin and encouraging you to keep sipping. "Thank you." You murmur, blushing from the heat of the liquor.

"I'm glad you like it." He grins, letting go to walk around the bar so he can sit next to you. He turns the stool so you're facing him. His large, warm hand running up your calf until it meets your thigh, nudging your legs to uncross so he can get his fingers under your skirt.

"You're so pretty." Jack coos, groping your thighs and pulling your stool closer so he can drape them over his thighs. He can't get over how smooth your skin feels on his palms, that on top of the heavy look in your eyes has him aching in his pants.

"I'm done." You hiccup, setting the cup on the island and humming happily as you enjoy his little massage. You press your foot to his belly, pushing his shirt up so you can see his happy trail. You bite your lip as you lift further, your joints feeling tingly. "Jaaaack." You whine as his teasing starts to make you needy. He grabs your ankle and sets it back down in his lap.

"What sweetheart? What do you need?" His question echoes in your ear, your head feels heavy, harder to hold up all the sudden. Jack reaches forward, cupping your neck and jaw in his hand to hold you up, leaning closer for more leverage.

"Please." You whisper, slow blinking at him as your weight starts to hanging in his hold entirely. You see him grinning at you, his hands touching your skin and holding you up as your vision gets a little blurry.

"Relax, sweetheart. Close your eyes, I got you." He continues sweet talking. You blink again and then your eyes don't open, Jack holds your unconscious body at an angle as your weight settles in his hold.

Jack wraps you up in his hold, throwing you over his shoulder before walking outside to grab his daughter. He carries each of you on a shoulder on his way up the stairs. He lays his daughter down in her bed, holding you to his chest as he kisses her head goodnight. He carries just you through the hall now, passing by your room and taking you straight to his.

He lays you down on his bed, looking over your sleeping face and body while contemplating. He wanders what has gotten into him, this isn't the type of person he is - but you do something to him. You make him behave like a starved animal, like someone feral.

As he undresses you, kneeling over your body, he makes sure to keep touching you with passion. He kisses your collarbones and sternum, playing with your nipples and massaging your thighs. He knows that even in your sleep you'll react to him, he knows you need the stimulation.

When he gets you completely naked he spreads your legs apart, his eyes immediately drawn to the arousal dripping from your entrance already. He swipes a finger through it, licking it off just to get a taste before sinking it in to the last knuckle. Your body jolts and jerks, a dream forming in your mind as Jack fucks your dripping pussy.

He's absolutely ravenous, sinking a second finger in with ease as you stretch for him. He latches his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking and licking for your pleasure and his. This time he doesn't have to be gentle or soft in worry of waking you. He planned the dosage very well to make sure you'd be out for a t least a few hours. Enough for you to feel rested and enough for him to get what he wants from your perfect cunt.

You moan and writhe like you do when you're dreaming, your sporadic reactions spurring Jack on as he shoves a third finger into you. He wants to make sure you're as stretched as possible. He kisses down your belly, rubbing his nose in your pube hair as he starts lapping at your clit. By this point he's sure he's learned what you like, or at least he's started to.

So, he licks and sucks your clit, curling his fingers against your spongy, sensitive spot until he feels your breathing quicken and your cunt clench around him. He continues to lap you up as you come all over him, somehow making a worse mess when you're unconscious.

Jack coos into your pussy, the feeling of your orgasm making him feel like his sanity is slipping. As soon as you stop pulsating around his fingers he slips his cock out of his pants and teases it against the mess he made. He slips himself into your cunt with ease until he's about half away, you start clenching around him again and he struggles to go deeper.

Jack lays down atop you, his elbows on either side of your head as he uses his hips to change the angle. Your breathing hitches, little gasps and whiny hiccups leaving your mouth as he fucks in and out of you. He takes his time, feeling your body and kissing you however he likes, rocking into your cunt as it slowly stretches further and further for him.

Both of your bodies are hot to the touch but he can't stop, you're finally swallowing every last inch of him and it's his own personal heaven. He holds your lump body close to his chest with one arm as the other holds him up, his hips rocking faster and faster as he chases his own high now.

He decides to hold off, slowing down before it's too late. He's got you in this state for plenty of time, he doesn't want to cut it short. Instead, he decides to see how many times he can make you come like this before he can't hold off any longer.

He dances his fingers over your clit, slow at first but speeding up as he pays attention to the way your pussy flutters around him. He touches your sensitive bud until you're clenching around him in that familiar way. You whimper more, your body starting to get slick with sweat as he pounds into you.

By the fourth time you're coming around him your hair is stuck to your forehead and Jack can barely catch his breath. His shaft is practically raw from the friction of how tight your cunt gets when you come. His joints burn and his broad chest heaves as his thrusts speed up.

He's relentless, careless, and violent as he comes inside of you - finally. His hips slam against your thighs, filling the room with his grunting and the sounds of your slapping skin. It's an orgasm that makes him dizzy, he's gasping for air, dripping sweat from his brow as he convulses.

He pulls out of you quick, falling to the side to catch his breath before he passes out. His hand finds yours in the mess of bed sheets, holding your small fingers between his to feel grounded. He pulls you to his chest, your body dragging on the bed while Jack does his best to control your movements.

"Oh my god," He pants, kissing your head and hugging you tight to him despite you being unable to hold him back yet. "You're perfect." He whispers, also knowing you won't hear it.

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You wake up to the sunrise like you do almost every morning, although the sun is shining from a different angle and you feel a heavy arm around your waist. Your eyes blink open and you slowly realize that you're in Jack's bed with him tucked close to your back.

Your limbs feel sore and weak as you stretch in his hold, you groan with relief at first from the stretch. But then an even worse, deeper soreness flutters awake between your legs and you whimper. It burns and aches all the way in your belly.

You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together at the thought. The last thing you remember was Jack rubbing your feet and encouraging you to finish his new cocktail. Then it gets blurry and here you are.

Jack stirs behind you, his hand brushing up your belly to grab a handful of your breasts. He sighs happily, nuzzling in to your neck to get a good sniff of your hair. You're stiff at first, nervous about last night's events and the prospect of being caught in his bed.

"How are you feeling?" Jack whispers, his warm body engulfing yours from behind as he tries to pull you impossibly closer.

"Sore." You murmur. "W-what did you do to me?" You ask, butterflies in your belly as you wait for his answer.

Jack chuckles, sounding proud with himself. "Whatever I wanted." His voice his low and threatening and it makes you shiver. You feel sick when a grin overtakes your face, a dirty, disgusting feeling of satisfaction in your bones.

Your dreams are coming true - literally.

The next morning you wake up in Shawn's arms just like you did before, snuggled close to his chest and extra warm against his skin. But it's early, the sun is barely cresting over the horizon as you stir in his arms. After your bath Shawn didn't put you in any pajamas, instead you both slept naked.

You secretly hope you do this every night you're together now.

Shawn breathes heavy in his sleep, his chubby fingers twitching over your bare stomach and it makes you blush. Even in his sleep he works you up to know end, maybe you're insatiable or maybe he has some sort of spell over you. But you don't care.

You nuzzle your head further into the pillow you're sharing with him, squeezing your eyes shut and beckoning sleep to return, just long enough to put you out of your horny misery. But it doesn't work, you can't ignore the ache between your legs growing as his warm breath travels down your spine over and over again.

The skin of your bare thighs is warm and smooth as you rub them together, trying anything to numb the aching between them. It's only a dull relief, and quite honestly it's working you up more. You whine a little, biting your lip to hold it in so you don't wake Shawn.

He stirs a little behind you, groaning and shifting his hips forward, his clearly hard cock rubbing into your back. It gives you chills and you feel yourself get wetter, especially when his arm lifts up your body to rest between your shoulder and jaw.

Your clit throbs so intensely it buzzes through your whole body. It's unbearable, you're nearly in tears trying to ignore the arousal building in your core. You're weak, you can't fight it off with Shawn so close and warm and smelling like himself.

The choice is lost in your brain when you slip a hand between your legs and start playing with your clit. You sink your teeth gently into his un-tensed bicep, the taste of his smooth skin egging you on. The relief sparks through your core and up your spine, your whole body tensing up as you spread your arousal over your clit for more lubrication.

Your eyes water, warm tears trickling down the side of your face as you hold your breath around his bicep. It feels so good, you needed this so bad. Your hips shift harder the more you touch yourself, the pleasure building and forcing your legs farther apart.

In the midst of chasing your orgasm you get carried away with your teeth in Shawn's arm. You bite down hard when your fingers find the perfect pattern to lead you to the edge. You hear Shawn huff behind you, shuffling in his sleep. You know you should calm down, release your bite and let your orgasm subside. You know you should just wait on him but you're too far in now, too worked up, too desparate.

So, you don't bother controlling yourself. Shawn stirs behind you, this time more aggressivley as you bite down again, your hips bouncing off his cock as you ride your own fingers. You whine and pant, barely even noticing the noises he's making now.

He groans, waking up in a little daze as he tries to move his arm away. But you don't budge, whining when he tries to take away your chew toy. He hisses when your sharp teeth dig deeper, you feel his already hard cock twitch against you and it spurs you on.

Your orgasm approaches quickly and you're so excited for the release you've needed all night. Shawn catches on quick though, snatching your wrist with a hold tight enough to make you wince. When your orgasm dwindles away from the lack of touch you cry out in pain, grinding your hips into nothing as you chase the lost sensation.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He grumbles, his voice gravelly and you can tell he just woke up. He lets go of your wrist to grab your face, yanking your face to the side so you can see his sleepy glare. You don't answer, instead you give him your best bedroom eyes through your frustrated tears. "Huh?" He squeezes your jaw tighter when you don't answer and you sniffle while grinding your ass back into him.

He realizes your predicament, looking up and down your flushed, naked body, still writhing as you chase an orgasm that was nearly yours. But he doesn't look sympathetic, no, he looks devious. He glares at you, grabbing your throat and rutting his hips forward just to tease you.

"Couldn't even wait for me to wake up, could you, puppy?" He taunts, his hard cock leaving a warm wet spot on your ass as he grinds into you. You're whining like you do, shaking your head 'no', not even bothering to hide how desparate you are. "You know better than to touch yourself without my permission." He warns, squeezing your throat tighter, making you light headed.

"I didn't want to wake you, sir." You whisper, batting your eyelashes for effect.

"You impatient, pathetic mutt." He sneers, his nose brushing yours as he pecks your lips. It's only long enough to steal a few of your tears before he lets go of your neck and sits up behind you.

He grabs you by your forearms to roll you on your stomach, your head to the side so you can see him kneel next to you. His fat cock hangs between his legs and you resist the urge to reach for it. But you know it might ruin your chances of getting stuffed with it later so you control yourself for once.

Shawn straddles the backs of your thighs, petting your messy hair away from your face as his other hand gropes your ass. His hands are rough and methodic, you'd barely be able to tell he'd just woken up.

"You're ungrateful too, aren't you, puppy? I fuck you whenever you want and your ungrateful ass can't even wait for me to get a full night's rest." He spanks one of your ass cheeks with a flat, open palm, the noise reverberating through the room. You yelp from the sting but it's muffled when Shawn presses your face into the pillow you'd just been laying together on.

"I'm sorry." You gasp, trying to turn your face out of the pillows. He lets you for a moment, to catch your breath some as he glares down at you. "I'm sorry, sir." You start to get teary eyed again.

"You should be, I trained you better than this." He grumbles, smacking your ass again, hard enough that you're yelping and blinking tears away. "After your little outburt last night and now this, I'm starting to think you need to be put in your fucking place." His words come out tight and punctated. He's clearly dissappointed in you and you can't stand it. You want to make it up to him and behave better but the aching between your legs makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything but relieving it.

He backhands your cheek to show you he means business, the impact bounces your head on the mattress as you let out a pained cry. He chuckles at your tears, wiping them up with his thump despite you flinching away from him. "Keep crying, puppy, god, it makes me so hard for you." He groans, licking your tears from his thumb and rubbing his fat cock between your butt cheeks. "Tell me who you belong to." He demands, ruttung his hips to fuck himself between your plump ass cheeks, his precum lubbing up his shaft along with the mess from your pussy.

"You, Shawn!." You say through broken breaths, trying to hold in your sobs but it's no use. You really are pathetic, you're a mess and you need him to fix you.

"Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?" He continues to taunt you, smearing your tears all over the side of your face with his thumb.

"You! It's yours." You cough out as he puts more of his body weight on you. Your chest is heavy as it's pressed into the mattress but you don't mind, Shawn's body weight keeps you grounded and you can't help enjoy how dizzy it makes you.

"Is that why you're crying, puppy? 'Cause your pussy needs it's owner to claim it anytime you get antsy, huh?" His taunting works you up, you continue whimpering into the pillow even though it's true. He makes you an easy, gooey, needy mess with just one look.

"Mhm." You hum, unable to get enough air in your lungs to form words.

Shawn grabs the back of your thighs and nudges them apart so he can lower himself between them, he pressed his blunt head to your sopping wet entrance and sinks into you so fast the air gets caught in your lungs on the way out.

You're choking and sputtering, the wind knocked out of you as he fucks you fast and hard with no warning. He taps the side of your face with the back of his knuckles to get your attention and you do what you can to peak back at him as he leans over you.

"Fuck! Your cunt is soaking wet, you're already dripping on the bed." His voice is still deep and gravelly but there is nothing sleepy about the way Shawn is fucking you right now. Sounds of your skin slapping and your wet pussy being stuffed over and over fill the room.

You're so dizzy you can't see straight and you're not quite sure if you're taking full breaths or not. But it doesn't matter because you know Shawn will take care of you. He pounds into you so hard your stomach aches, broken sobs being forced out of you from the impact.

"Tell me you're not going to touch yourself without my permission again." He demands, breathless himself from the force of his thrusts. His hands grab your hips for balance, sliding your mostly limp body up and down his shaft. "Tell me a stupid mutt like you knows how to listen." He's panting through his demands but you can tell he's not going to run out of stamina anytime soon.

"I w-won't, sir. I'll wait f-for you." You stutter out, losing your breath while tears soak your face and the hair on your cheeks. The back of his hand swipe across your face again, the tingling dulling out as you start to feel incoherent. You're dizzy and light-headed, your body is like jelly and your joints tingle with the threat of numbness.

"I know, baby, I know you try to be good for me. You're just so filthy you can't help it." He coos, grunting between his words as he continues to pound into you. "It's like you need to be split open on my cock all the time, huh? Like you aren't whole without your owner so deep you can't breathe." He whispers, arching down over your back to kiss you damp cheek.

His hips still thrusts with brute force as you whine about how he's right, about how you need him and his cock all the time. You mean it with your whole heart, so much that for a split second you wonder how you two are going to go back to normal when class starts again.

"You'll never have to want for anything as long as you're mine." He grumbles, nibbling at your shoulder, forcing you to arch deeper for him. "Will you be my good girl so I can keep taking care of you?" He begs, as if your answer would be anything other than a resounding yes, so you say it for him.

"I'm your good girl, Shawn, sir. I'll be so good for you." You're practically whispering, the weight and force of him keeping you from regulating your breathing.

He hums happily into your neck, thrusting in time with his kisses as he cages you in. You start to clench around him as your orgasm builds again, your hips writhing all on their own and you chase it. Shawn feels your pussy react and changes his pace, all the build up dissapating.

You cry out just like the first time he ruined your orgasm, sobbing like the cry baby you are because you just can't handle it.

"You're not getting off that easy, hon." Shawn grumbles, threatening this torture on you. And he follows through. He fucks your pussy just the way you need for just long enough to have the build up returning. As soon as you feel like you may finally fall over that beloved edge, he slows down. You continue to sob, the frustration turning to pain as your pussy weeps along with your eyes. He does this to a few more times, you lose count after the third.

Considering how fuzzy your brain is you're suprised you can even still make out the pain of losing your orgasm over and over. But it stings and aches every time it's stolen prematurely and Shawn gets off on every last second of your misery.

His eyes are wide as he watches you closely, like he's comtemplating something. His thrusts slow down just enough that you can start to make out a clear picture of him.

"Do you trust me?" He whispers, rocking into you slower now as he brushes the hair from your face. You nod vigorously, slow blinking up at him while his fingers dance along your inflamed cheek. "Be the obedient puppy you are and relax, hm? Trust me…" He whispers.

There's a brief halt to his movements as he places his hand over your mouth, pinching your nostrils shut with his thumb and pointer finger. You attempt to breathe in and obviously it doesn't work. Your eyes widen as he starts rocking in and out of you again, slower this time so he has time to gauge your response and watch you close.

Shawn continues to hold his hand over your nose and mouth as he fucks you, you try not to panic, the pleasure fighting with the pressure in your chest. The need for air sits heavy in your lungs, your throat tightening as you try to focus on how his cock slips in and out of you. Considering everything else he's put your body through this morning it only takes about 30 seconds before you start to gag and hiccup.

Shawn looks at you with furrowed brows, likes he's worried about how turned on he is over this. The look in his eyes is so full of adoration you feel it searing into your chest, all the way to your heart where he sits, comfortably. He watches you like a hawk as you start to convulse, your eyes roll back in your head before your body finally gives out.

You go limp in a second, your body like a doll on the mattress under Shawn's muscular body. Shawn removes his hand from your mouth, grabbing both your hips as he continues to fuck you. His mouth hangs open as he watches you slide up and down the bed, making a mess of the sheets and pillows.

He checks to make sure you're breathing, once confirmed he forces your back to arche and hits an angle that he's usually too big for. He throbs inside your pussy, hitting you so deep it makes his spine ache, you'd usually tell him it's too much at this point and he'd make sure not to give you every inch all at once. But now - with you passed out and still clenching around his cock - he's the deepest he's ever been.

His heart nearly bursts out of his chest because of your beauty and dedication. He can't call it love but it's something stronger, something better. He has a sweet, needy little puppy who trusts him enough to use her body even when she has no control over it. The connection forming between you two is something beyond special, he knows it'll bond him to you forever and it only spurs him on.

He's not sure how to reconcil the fact that this is all happening with his student. You're smart, wondeful, beautiful, funny, the light of his life if he's being honest with himself. You graduate in the spring which is only six or so months away, he could keep you satisfied that long and then you wouldn't have to be secret. You wouldn't have to leave town to spend time together in public.

When the time is right Shawn will tell you how he feels, when he can say it proudly and without having to hide you. For now though, he doesn't mind that you're his special secret puppy. He couldn't be happier about it actually.

You start to stir moments later, your breath quickening as you come to. Your eyes blink open, immedietly filling with tears, at the same time a sob rips out of your chest. You're disoriented for a few seconds, unsure of where you are or what's happening as your body flashes hot and cold.

It doesn't take long for you to feel the impact of Shawn's cock hitting your sensitive walls and his warm hands massaging up and down your spine. You suck cold air into your lungs, relishing in the feeling of control of your own breath. Your head pounds in a way that tingles rather than aches and you know he's spelled you - you know exactly where you are and you know you'll never get enough of whatever it is he does to you.

Shawn kisses your face, running his hands under your arms to grope your breasts. "Ohhh, baby, you have no idea what you do to me." He whispers, pinching your nipples and licking your lips as you moan and pant. "My good girl knows how to take me, you do it so well." He praises and it gives you chills. Your pussy is beyond raw but you'd never ask him to stop, you'd let him fuck you forever if that's what he asked of you.

"Take deep breaths for me, puppy, - You poor thing. You're so pretty when you're fucked senseless, but I need you to breathe and come back to earth a little bit. - Can you do that for me?" He's sweeter now, rocking his hips just enough to keep himself hard. "Can you come back to me?"

He keeps deep eye conact with as you slowly nod your head 'yes', giving him a tired smile so he knows you're not completely out of it anymore. He guides you through a few sets of deep breathing until you've settled your heart beat and regained some feeling in your joints. His cock moves in and out of you at the same pace as your breathing while Shawn pets your head and kisses your cheek.

"Atta girl. Look at you, puppy. You're so strong." He praises and you blush all over, unable to form full sentences. His hips start thrusting faster once you've caught your breath, shoving his hand between your hip and the bed until he finds your clit. "You can come now, you've earned it. - Just relax and breathe, puppy, I'll take care of you." He promises, kissing your lips as he swirls his fingers over your clit.

He fucks you at a steady pace, gauging what you need as he works you into it. You're incredibly sensitive but he knows just how to angle himself inside you to hit the best spots. He talks sweet to you, making sure you're breathing full breaths the whole time.

Your orgasm pulses through you so strong you start to convulse again, you scream for Shawn, your sir, your owner, and he muffle your noises with his mouth. He gets himself drunk off your moans, whimpers and pleas as he fucks you through your orgasm. Every wave of pleasure is matched by a skilled stroke of his cock, swirl of his fingers and kiss of his lips. He truly knows just how to take care of you.

"Oh, my sweet puppy, you did so well. You make me so proud, -fuck, hon - I'm so proud." Shawn praises you in gentle coos, petting your head gently and kissing your face all over. "Your cunt was made for me, you'ew make me come like no one ever has - not even myself. - Fuck, baby, m'gonna come, gonna come so deep inside you. Tell me you want me to fill this cunt to the brim." He babbles on, clearly getting so close he's losing his mind a little.

"Please, please, Shawn, I wanna feel how warm you are." You beg, encouraging him. He ruts his hips in an odd fashion, stuttering and moaning as he comes and fills you just like you wanted. You feel every last warm sprut coat your walls and it makes you nearly come all over again.

Shawn grunts, his hips hitting your ass with so much force you wonder how much more it would take for you to melt into the mattress. When he's finished he pulls out of you quick and turns you over on your back, laying next to you before dragging you under his arm. You cuddle close, swinging your leg over his waist and touch his face as you both catch your breath.

He kisses your temple a few times, squeezing tight to his chest. He sniffs your scalp for the comforting scent of you sweat and shampoo mixing together. He commits it to memory so he can think about it when they're not under the same roof anymore.

A few minutes pass where you both just lay comfortably in one another's arms, you feel as at peace with him. You'll be trying to make sense of the things he does to you for weeks to come and why you like them for even longer but - it's all worth it.

"My sweet puppy, please promise you won't ever let anyone else touch you like this, - like you let me touch you. I need to be the only one." Shawn asks of you, his eyes closed as he faces the ceiling, his hands touching your body with strength and passion.

Your heart swell in your chest like it often does when you're with him, you hold him tight back, nuzzling your face into his peck. You let his scent soak into your skin and your heartbeat catch up to his.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You whisper, meaning it more than either of you truly undertsand.

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Shawn gives you the pampering of a lifetime after you manage to drag yourselves out of bed. You're adorned with special soaps when you share a bath again. His rough hands are gentle as they wash your hair and body. He dries you by hand with a towel, kissing any marks on your skin he left behind and touching you with tendrness.

When your hair is braided and he's put you in nothing but an old t-shirt of his, he carries you downstairs for breakfast. You sit in a barstool on the oppisite side of Shawn as he cooks for you. Your body still feels quite weak even after all of Shawn's touching and massaging, you're sure it'll take a day or two to fully recover.

"I don't want to go home tomorrow." You admit, playing with the ends of your shirt as your bare feet kick back and forth. You mean it, you want to stay in this cabin where no one can get you. Where no one can judge the fact that you're falling for your disgustingly older professor - and maybe he's even falling for you too a little bit - you think to yourself.

Shawn spins from the stove top to look at you, his face gentle as he approaches you. He leans down on his elbows so you're closer to eye level from across the island counter.

"It's because you're so spoiled up here." He grins and so do you.

"Well, of course." A hint of honesty in your words. Shawn thinks hard for a moment, tilting his head at you as if he's deciding what to say next.

"I promise to spoil you like this when we go back home too. - I think I'd like you to stay over on the weekends. You know, if you're not busy." Shawn offers and you melt in your seat, blushing like an idiot when you see him doing the same.

"I'd like that too, sir." You say through a grin, biting your lip to hold back a giggle. "You mean, like, when your house is done, right?" You ask to clarify.

Shawn slides a few panackes onto a plate and set it in front of you. He's smirking ever so slightly as he spins around to grab the scrambled egg pan and scrape some next to the pancakes. You watch his face closely because you can tell he's stalling, pouring your glass of milk at a liesurely pace just like pulling the bacon from another pan.

Once, your plate is full he rests his hands on the counter top edge, looking at you with a more firm smile now. "I don't think I can wait that long. My apartment isn't all bad…" He shrugs, as if he's worried you may not agree to it.

"Yeah, okay. I'll have to figure out what to tell my roommates but - yes." Your heart flutters a little in your chest, you can't hide your blush. Shawn reaches across the island to touch your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"Eat your food, puppy. I want a clean plate." He raises his brows at you to solidify his command. You lean into his palm, nodding your head 'yes' before placing a kiss to his palm. He pulls away to fix his own plate, coming to sit next to you while you both eat. You two talk about maybe going on a hike for the day, maybe fishing down by the lake. By the time you're full and can't eat anymore it's still undecided.

You push your plate away, sighing with satisfaction and smiling over at Shawn. "Thank you so much." He scowls at your plate, looking back to you expectantly.

"You're not finished." He points to the few bites of pancake left on your plate. You look between it and him, smiling sheepishly.

"I'm full." You tell him, rubbing your stomach to prove it.

"Do as you're told, puppy. Finish your food." He's more stern now, sliding the plate closer to you as he picks up your fork. "Come one, I'll help." He encourages, bringing a fork full to your lips. "Good girl." He coos, watching your throat swallow his homemade food. Once he's fed you the last few bites you feel too full.

Your eyes are a little heavy and you feel ready for a nap even though you've only been up for a couple hours. But you sit up straight, smiling at Shawn while you thank him again for the meal. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, setting you down with a pillow under your head. Shawn curls up behind you, pulling you tight to his chest as you settle in the little spoon position.

"I know a pretty trail we can walk through later. I'll pack us lunches before we go." He tells you quietly, rubbing up and down your arm as you pretend to watch the reruns playing on the tv.

You groan at the mention of more food, squirming for a moment as you try to fight off the effects of the food coma he forced upon you. His large hand engulfs your bloated belly, massage you gently and kissing the skin under your ear.

"Keep resting, hon. I know we had a busy morning." He whispers. You snuggle back into his chest, soaking up his warmth and sweetness as he touches you back into a light sleep.

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You're sound asleep on the couch as Shawn's little spoon, you've been like this for the better part of an hour. The clock under the tv shines the time in green - 10:45 AM. Shawn touches your belly underneath his shirt that your wear so well. He can't help how worked up you make him. He finds himself in the same position you were in earlier this morning.

He looks down at your sleeping face, kissing your pinked cheeks to feel your sleepy warmth. He knows he's in too deep with you but he'll find a way to rationalize it until you graduate, then he won't have to feel guilty or perverted about how he feels for you.

His hand ventures up your torso to cup your perked breast, he squeezes gently, massaging you gently a while nuzzling his nose in your hair. Your scent drives him crazy, he can't help it when his hip push forward, grinding his half hard cock into your back. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger until you squirm.

But it doesn't wake you, you're still tired from this morning and too full from breakfast. He continues to play with your nipple gently, placing his cock between your legs so he can feel you get wetter and wetter. He slowly starts to shift his hips, fucking your thighs and using your arousal as lube.

When he's made a certain mess of your thighs and his cock he reaches down to angle himself upward, the blunt head of his cock pressing to your soaking wet entrance. Part of him is surprised he can handle so much of this, he's just grateful he hasn't lost his stamina with age. In fact, he's sure you're his personal form of viagra.

Shawn kisses the hot flesh of your neck as he slowly slides himself into you, groaning softly and groping your tit for comfort. He whimpers into your skin as he pulls out and sinks back in, his pace slow and soft. You grip him so well even in your sleep, it nearly brings him to tears.

You start to stir heavier now, the sensation of his fat cock stretch you out setting off your nerve endings. At first you think you're having the most intense sex dream of your life but then you realize you're not dreaming, you're just incredibly groggy and full.

You're barely concious as it starts to register, the swaying of your body and burning between your legs, Shawn's cock is in fact deep inside you - and not just in your dream. You blink your eyes open, gasping for air and reaching behind you for his hip.

"Shawn!" You cry, wiggling against him as tears prick your eyes.

"Oh, puppy, I'm so sorry." He coos, kissing your face and fucking you deeper, forcing more cries out of you. "You're just so beautiful sleeping in my shirt - I couldn't help myself, I needed your pussy wrapped around me again." He explains, making his excuses.

"I'm too sensitive!" You try to tell him, crying into your arm as your pussy throbs. You're so sore and raw you can barely handle it. In face, you're not sure you can. Shawn tries to comfort you, touching your face and belly with his gruff hands, slowing his pace down some as he finds your lips.

"I know, baby, but I need you. I need this pussy. I can't stop." He whines, confessing to you his lack of control. You want to please him, you always want to please him but it's just too much this time.

"I'm so sorry, Shawn!" You say through a broken, sleepy sob as your grip the couch cushion for dear life. "I can't take it, I can't." You whine, being honest about how sore he's made your pussy.

"I can't stop, puppy." He admits, sounding a bit worried himself as he keeps pounding into while you two spoon. Your sobs turn hysterical, you blabber on and on about how it hurts and you can't take it. But Shawn doesn't stop, like he confessed, he can't.

He grabs the pillow your sleepy head had been resting on, pressing it over your face with force. You squirm at first, tyring to move away from it to see and breathe but Shawn tames your body. He holds you to his chest under his arm as the other hand keep the pillow smushed to your face.

"It's okay, puppy, just relax. I promise I'll take care of you" He coos in your ear, his thrusts making your body buzz as you start to get dizzy. "That's it, sweet thing, shhh. Go back to sleep, baby." His voice soothes you as your vision blurs over and you go limp for him again.

He holds you close and tight, pumping his cock in and out of your pussy at a relentless pace now that you're out. He throws the pillow somewhere to the floor and checks to make sure you're breathing even in your unconcious state.

Your body moves like a ragdoll in front of him, swaying uncontrolabbly every thrusts but he uses his hold to keep you on the couch with him. He's all the sudden closer than he anticipated considering your state. He didn't expect you to be so sore but he should've, he should've thought about it before sinking into you and not being about to stop.

You looks just as peace as you did when you were sleeping not too long ago, taking his cock like a sleepy angel. He fucks you at whatever angle and speed he'd like, taking advantage of your altereted state to get what he wants.

He doesn't experiment for too long, determined to come before you wake back up so you don't have to be in pain while he finishes. Even in your sleep and even when you're too sore to take it, your pussy swallows him up like that was it's only purpose in life. He fucks you so deep, pressing his hand against your belly to feel the depth of his reach.

He hits his own palm over and over again as he presses on your stomach, you flutter around him at you start to stir and it sends him over the edge before he's truly expecting it. His hips stutter as his orgasm rips through him, he pumps every last drop of his come inside your sensitive cunt, practically in tears himself from the intensity.

He stops his thrusts moments before your eyes flutter open and you start gasping for air again. He touches your faces, tapping your cheek to get your atenttion quickly. "Jesus christ, puppy, you made me come so hard. You're so fucking good." He coos, his words fuzzy as you try to pull yourself back to reality. "Thank you so much, god, puppy, thank you." He rambles, panting into your shoulder as he touches you gently to comfort and ground you. "Can you talk to me, hon?"

"I love pleasing you." You whisper, groggy and disoriented but you mean it.

"You do it so well." He promises, turning your head to the side so he can kiss your mouth. He's slow and languid, his tongue hypnotizing you. "I have to pull out, okay? Take a deep breath for me." He warns and you listen, inhaling and exhaling in time with him sliding his half hard cock from your swollen cunt.

He cuddles you for a while, touching you and kissing you until you've fully come back down to earth. He keeps a hand over your chest and every so often you catch him counting the pace of your heart beat. At some point your grab the back of his hand and look back at him.

"Why are you doing that?" You ask.

"I have to make sure you're breathing right." He tells you very matter of fact, nuding your face forward so he can nuzzle into your neck. You two lay like that for a little while longer, until you've both calmed down and settled. "Think you'll still be up for that hike?" Shawn asks around Noon, mostly teasing as he massages your shoulder.

You look back at him with determination, batting your lashes and scooting back into him. "Anything for you, sir." He catches your lips at the end of your sentence, taming any attitude that might have been creeping up in you.

"I can't want to have you like this every weekend." He murmurs and you internally agree. You can't wait to give yourself to him like this two days every week.

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It's Thursday the last day of classes before fall break. You sit at your desk, scribbling in the corner of your paper as you wait for the bell to ring. You don't really have anything to be rushing off to yet you're still antsy. As your foot taps beneath your desk you stare down the center of the classroom to the man up front.

Professor Hatosy stands at the board, giving us a reading assignment for the long weekend. A few quiet groans fill the air, the sounds of books closing and zippers gliding all mixing together. You could care less about the reading as you see Professor Hatosy's biceps flex in his button up.

When class is dismissed you take your time packing up your things, waiting for most of your classmates to leave. When you start walking down the aisle you notice he's finally looking back at you. Your bag hangs in the crook of your elbow as you stand in front of him, his messy desk in between you. With the classroom empty now you wait for him to speak first. He doesn't though, instead he just eyes you up and down with a thoughtful and his signature scowl.

"Reading homework over Thanksgiving break? Really?" You ask, tilting your head with a smirk to match your sarcasm.

"It's two chapters." He rolls his eyes at you, a hidden smirk on his lips. He rolls his sleeves up before grabbing stacks of papers from his desk to organize.

"I thought I could come over tonight. Before your holiday plans." You suggest, thinking about how it's been a few days since the two of you have had alone time.

You're not really sure how it all started. One day he's asking you to hang back to discuss your work, he gives you extra advice and attention - and then all the sudden you're in his car late at night and he's buying you ice cream while touching your thigh. One day he's avoiding eye contact while reviewing your work, the next he's calling you puppy and making you come like no one else possibly could. Of course you never protested, you've always had a little crush on him. It's been a few months now and you seem to spend most of your free time at his whim.

He bites his lip in thought, creasing his eyebrows at you as if he's deciding something. You stand tall, pretending that you're not wanting to rub your thighs together.

"Do you have plans?" He asks.

You hesitate but decide to answer honestly because you're sure he'd be able to tell otherwise. "No."

"Go home and pack a bag. I'll pick you up tonight." He instructs in that firm tone you just love.

"Where are you taking me, Professor?" You ask, anticipation all the sudden flooding your thoughts. He stands up straighter, his face turning a little grumpier and it makes you smirk.

"Baby, you know it's Shawn when class isn't in session." He reminds you, as if you don't already know. But he's rounding his desk to step up on you now, so you're getting exactly what you want. His attention.

Shawn stands tall in front of you, glaring because he knows he can't touch you here, especially with the door still open. But his eyes tell you what he's thinking, that he'd like to just shut you up already.

"Baby?" You ask, pouting your lip at him. You don't mind any pet name really, you're not picky in that sense. But one you never thought you'd like, one you'd never even heard of before him has a special place in your heart now.

He comes closer until his chest is practically brushing yours, his cheeks a little pink when you feel his fingers grazing your wrist. He's as close as he can be without losing control.

"Puppyyyy." He drawls out in a whisper, his eyes flickering between yours. He watches you like a hawk when you grin up at him, blushing at your favorite pet name coming from your favorite set of lips. "You're spending the weekend with me, at my cabin. I'll pick you up in an hour and we'll drive up tonight." Shawn tells you, his tone so stern and matter of fact you couldn't argue with him even if you wanted to.

You nod earnestly, biting your lip to hide the true size of your smile. The idea of spending the entire long weekend in a cabin, alone with Shawn makes you flustered instantly. You two have been wanting more alone time, with true privacy, so you can explore one another more. It's just hard when you share an apartment with two other students. And since the divorce Shawn has been in a short term rental while he builds his new house. It dawns on you that one day you might get to see the house, when it's all finished.

Maybe that doesn't matter.

"Quit looking at me like that, hon." He grumbles, his composure clearly slipping. Anticipation about the weekend settling over him right here in his classroom. "Go on. Get." He shoos you away, tapping your butt and winking as you stumble towards the door. "Be ready when I show up." He points a finger at you.

"Yes, sir." You whisper back as you step out of the room, waving goodbye until he disappears from your sight.

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You sit on a bench by your front door with a carry on bag by your feet, waiting on a message from Shawn to pop up. You don't mind waiting, the anticipation gives you something to look forward to.

Your roommates are already gone for the weekend, heading home to their family's for Thanksgiving. Part of you is grateful you'll be with Shawn instead of your family this year. Most of you actually.

When Shawn texts to let you know he's arrived you feel your heart lurch in your chest. You can't wait to see him again even though the last time was only just over an hour ago. His message is simple and straightforward, and you feel it all over.

Parked out front. Come.

You stand up immediately and rush out the door, locking up your apartment for the weekend. He waits for you with his arms crossed, leaning back on the passenger side door as you skip down the sidewalk. He takes the bag from your hands as soon as it's within reach, using his free hand to welcome your hug. He pecks your lips, the familiar warmth making you squirmy. His hand grips your waist tight as he holds you to his chest.

"You're so quick. - Good girl." He praises and you practically melt in his hold. You lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck gently instead of saying thank you. "Let's get you in the car. You can do your reading for class on the drive." He suggest but deep down you know you don't have a choice. And truthfully, you don't really want one.

He gets you settled in the passenger seat with a pillow, blanket and a bag of snacks he packed just for you. He buckles you in before handing you the book you're supposed to be reading, with a bookmark already on the right page. He drives with a firm hand on your thigh, redirecting your attention back to the reading when you get distracted.

But it's easy to once you're up in the forest, the trees are so green and lush you can't help staring. Your feet rest on the dash, the book open in your lap but you're watching the scenery fly by. A few moments pass before Shawn realizes, this time getting more stern about it.

"You're not listening, hon. Read your book." He demands, nodding with his head towards the open pages. He reaches over and grabs your ankle, yanking your feet to his lap. He digs his thumb into the center, massaging gently. You feel the pleasant pressure all the way up your leg.

"It's so pretty out." You whine a little. "Can't I read at the cabin?" You look over to him with your best doe eyes. He glances between you and the road, his jaw clicking as he squeezes your foot tighter.

"Read. Out loud." He's curt and demanding, you know better than to keep pushing him. So, you clear your throat and start speaking the words on the page. You only get through one before you feel his fingers dancing up your thigh.

You try to ignore it, stuttering over a few words before finding your groove. His warm touch makes you shiver. When you glance over at him his focus stays on the road entirely. Even when his finger slips into the loose leg of your linen shorts. You try to ignore it, acting just as casual as him.

But you can't. Your hips squirm and you lose your place on the page. Shawn teases the lace of your panties, you lose your breath and quit speaking altogether for a moment.

"Keep reading, puppy. Go on." He encourages, the pads of his fingers meeting your clit. Chills cover your entire body, you squirm in your seat as you try your best to keep reading.

You stutter through it, losing and catching your breath every other sentence. He only touches you enough to make you squirm, enough to ruin your panties but not enough.

You make it through a few more pages, sweat brimming your brow as it becomes increasingly harder to focus. His fingers are all over your clit and it's becoming too much. You need him inside of you already.

Somehow you make it through the rest of that chapter, internally grateful that's all you have to do for now. You slam the book closed in a huff, throwing your head back on the seat.

"There. I'm done - Please, Shawn." You start to whine, grabbing his wrist to try and force him to touch you more. He stiffens against you, your protests and yanking useless against his strength.

"Keep begging, puppy. You know how much I love the sound of it." He grumbles, trying to focus on the road.

"Please," You moan, grinding yourself into his fingers as your heels slide over his thighs. You can feel his muscles tensing as he presses the gas and brake peddle.

He finally slides a finger in your slick cunt and you melt into your seat. It's exactly what you need. He slides in and out, all his teasing makes you wet enough there's no resistance. He curls his finger in just the right spot, the one only he's ever been able to find.

"That's it, that's it." He coos when you start to clench around him. He slides a second finger in and it jumpstarts your orgasm. You writhe and whine, your joints tingly as you ride through it. You collapse in your seat when it all fizzles out, your chest heaving as you search for your breath.

Shawn reaches to grab your arm, rotating your body to lay your head in his lap instead of your feet. You can feel his cock, hard and stiff, against your cheek as he pets your tousled hair away from your face.

"Sweet thing, you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Can't resist the chance to come for me, hm?" He coos gently at you, his rough fingers scratching your scalp and caressing your cheek.

"Never." You whisper, admitting just how wrapped up in him you are.

"Rest your eyes, hon. We'll be there soon."

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You arrive to the cabin just after sunset, there's even a little orange still left on the horizon as Shawn carries you inside. You hold onto him tight, yawning as you look around the area, still trying to wake up from your nap.

The cabin is nice and secluded, lush green trees hang over the roof and surrounding paths. There's a stone path he takes you down to get to the cabin, propping you up over his shoulder so he can fumble with the keys. Once you're both inside he sets you down and then turns back for your bags.

You take a moment to look around, admiring the rustic furniture and natural wood walls. It's cozy and handsome, just like Shawn.

He comes back moments later with the bags, setting them to the side so he can latch the door closed. He walks forward, grabbing your hand on the way to the kitchen. He grabs you by the hips to lift you up on the center counter.

"We'll go to the store tomorrow for groceries. Tonight it's frozen pizza and beer." He tells you like a warning.

"That works for me." You giggle, letting your feet dangle as you watch him step around the kitchen; preheating the oven and digging around in the freezer. A few minutes pass in silence as you spectate, your mind running wild with thoughts of how you ended up here.

This situation is not only uncommon but also wrong. You both know that but it doesn't seem to discourage either of you. You're discrete on campus, you haven't spoken a word to any of your friends. They'd probably freak out, especially after seeing the shiny, gray hairs spreading from his sideburns. They just don't get it like you do.

Somehow, things progressed and now you're comfortable with him, you actually quite like him and the way he treats you.

"When is your house done?" You ask.

"After the holidays. Then I can get my stuff out of storage and get my mustang back from that crazy woman." He grumbles a little as he speaks, the mention of his ex wife making him tense.

I don't know much and I don't ask, it's not really my business. He was separated long before we got involved. I know they grew apart and started resenting each other.

Shawn steps closer and you reach for him, guiding him to stand between your legs as you rest your arms on his shoulders. His hands rest on your hips and you instantly feel him relax. His eyelids get heavy as he looks up at you and you blush from the intensity of his gaze.

"Will you touch me on your mustang like you did in your truck?" You ask, hoping to distract him. And it works, he smirks, blushing and leaning in to kiss your lips.

"You're a filthy thing. - You know I will, baby." He huffs through a chuckle. You kiss him a little more, enjoying the warmth of your bodies being so close together.

When you pull away you look at him deeply, your mind thinking even deeper. Your fingers slip through his short, graying curls.

"What made you pick me?" You ask, looking at his lips to avoid his heavy gaze. He makes up for it by gripping your hips tighter, pulling you closer to him.

"Pick you?" He asks to clarify.

"Yeah. Why did you pick me to - touch? And to bring here?" You ask further, curiosity getting the best of you.

"I didn't pick you. I'm drawn to you. You happened to me." He clarifies earnestly and it makes your belly twinge with butterflies. You don't want to say anything and mess up the moment so you just lean in and kiss him.

After a moment of passionate kissing - and a little grinding - Shawn carries you back to the couch. He hands you a flannel blanket and the remote to the little satellite TV in the corner. Moments later he returns with crispy pizza from the oven and cold beer from the fridge.

He opens the beer for you, holding the bottle and your jaw to give you your first swig. You blush as you gulp it down, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand when he sets the bottle on the coffee table.

You share the pizza with him, sipping on your beers as the tv hums. When you're full and the perfect amount of buzzed you lay your head in Shawn's lap. He pulls your shirt up a little, his palm flattening over your belly to gently massages you.

It's blissful under his care, you reminisce on it the whole time you lay in his lap.

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You wake up in the same bed as Shawn, his wood bed in the upstairs loft with cotton sheets and more flannel blankets. It's the coziest bed you've ever slept in and with the body heat from Shawn cuddling you so close, you never want to leave.

He stretches against your back, groaning loudly before letting out a hefty sigh. His muscular arm falls over your waist and he pulls you closer to his chest.

"I could get used to this." He whispers, sounding groggy and starstruck. You hum happily, scooting back into him further and gripping his arm. He groans into your shoulder as his hips rut forward to meet you. His cock, large and proud, presses into your ass.

It makes you shudder, blushing into the blanket as you push back again. You know you're testing him by teasing but you just can't help it. You love the way he feels and sounds.

"Be careful, hon. It's too early to start that." He warns, his gravely voice giving you chills. Despite the urge to keep pushing his boundaries you settle down, letting him cuddle you until you both feel like getting up for the day.

He whips up a small breakfast of eggs and toast, rewarding you with freezer burnt, chocolate ice cream for eating everything on your plate. After breakfast you ride with him to the closest town and you shop for the rest of the weekend needs.

Neither of you say but you both feel it, the relief of being far away enough from campus that you can go out together like this. You keep a hand around his bicep the whole trip, he loves it, kissing your knuckles every so often.

After getting the groceries put away you end up on the couch again. Shawn sits with his arms crossed and legs spread. You're curled up next to him, playing with the ruffles on your socks.

You're restless, you can't seem to sit still. Maybe it's because you aren't cuddling him, maybe you're just horny and don't know how to say it. You look over at Shawn who's giving the television a grump-face. You find it endearing.

Something comes over you in the heat of the moment and you're acting before thinking; you lurch forward and sink your teeth into Shawn's taught biceps. He flinches and pulls away, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

"What was that?" He asks, his voice makes you jump a little. He uncrosses his arms and rests his hands on the tops of his thighs as he gives you a stern look.

You go in for his bicep again, biting down on a different area, this time harder than the last. He jumps and grunts, one of his hands nudging your shoulder back.

"Why the fuck are you biting me?" He snaps, his brows sinking into a look of anger as his voice lowers to match. You stare at one another for a few seconds, waiting on each other to act first.

You move first, going back in for a third bite. But Shawn is quicker this time, he catches you by the throat to stop you. You resist him, pulling at his wrist and swinging at his chest.

He lets go long enough to wrestle your arms, reaching for your wrists. You continue to push back, giggling out loud as you fight with him. As soon as he gets a good hold on you, you manage to slip out just long enough to get pinned again.

"What has gotten in to you?!" Shawn strains as he attempts to tame your outburst. In the midst of it all your arm slips from his hold and you end up slapping the side of his face. His eyes flash and he reacts before you can even see a full thought behind his eyes. His palm lands across your face in a too-quick retaliation.

You yelp as the impact sends you sliding off the couch onto your ass. Your palms hit the thin rug sitting on the hardwood behind you to break the fall. You stare up at him with glossy eyes and a burning cheek, he's frozen, not sure of he should go to you or not.

Another something unknowing washes over you, maybe it's the mess in your panties or the adrenaline in your veins but the next thing you know you're reaching for him.

You shuffle on your knees to grab his neck, pulling his lips to your lips and his body over your body as you lay back onto the rug. The hardwood strains against your spine as his body weight settles on top of you.

"This is what you want, huh?" He taunts, grabbing you by the throat and slamming your head back down on the hardwood floor. You yelp but he muffles it with a hand over your mouth. "You want it like this?" He continues, grinding his hard cock between your legs until your panties are out of place and soaking.

"Mhm." You hum behind his palm, squirming beneath his warm body.

His teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder, his bite force much stronger than yours. You cry out from the stinging impact and you swear you feel him break skin. It adds to the adrenaline makin you dizzy, you want more.

He keeps one hand on your mouth as he leans back to expose himself. His cock always gives you a little shiver when you see it, so big and pretty.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw, puppy, you hear me?" Shawn growls, his pupils blown out so far you can almost see your own reflection. "Claim you as mine." He adds in a whisper, kissing down the side of your neck and grinding his hips again.

You whine, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. You feel his bare shaft graze your clit every few strokes as it continues to mess up your panties.

"Spread your legs." He demands, nudging them apart. You let your knees fall open, giving him full access. "Good girl." He praises, touching your thighs with his free hand. He dances his fingers up your core, sliding your panties to the side and your tank top up your torso. "Look at your pretty pussy, already dripping for me. - Jesus christ." His finger plays in your arousal a moment before spreading the mess on his tip for lubrication.

He thrusts deep inside of you in one fell swoop, starting a relentless pace instantly. You squeal and whine, the feeling of him pounding into you makes you dizzy and tingly. All the noises forced out of you get muffled against his palm as he continues to fuck you. Your head bounces off the rug every few thrusts, your fingers wrapped around his wrists as you watch his face.

He's lost in his pleasure, watching you like he owns you. His thrusts are harsh and bruising and you love every last second of it.

Shawn leans down so you're chest to chest, his thrusts shortening length but not potency as he cages you in. "You pathetic mutt, you wanna get fucked like this because you know you deserve it. Don't you?" He growls, brushing his nose against mine. "You know you need it - to be put in your fucking place. Hm?" He taunts.

Your legs hang open as your muscles start to go limp, the force from his thrusts taking a toll on your body. Tears prick your eyes and stream down the side of your face, they blur your vision and cool your face when you nod 'yes'.

"That's fucking right, baby." He moans with a satisfied grin. He grabs your knee and pushes it up so he can reach deeper and get closer to your chest. You squeal under his hand again, blinking fast to clear the tears so you can see his face.

He's practically feral as he pounds into you, your spine and hips aching against the floorboards. Shawn reaches places inside you you never thought existed, you start to become light headed as it all catches up to you.

Small sobs start bubbling in your chest, your breathing becoming erratic. You can't get enough air in through your nose when Shawn is fucking you this fast and this deep. Your skin turns cold and hot back and forth, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.

He removes his hand from your mouth so he can touch your clit, you jolt instantly. You gasp for full breaths, choking down sobs from the overstimulation.

"Let it out, hon, cry for me." He coos, kissing your cheek as he works you closer to the edge. He kisses you through your cries and you feel your heart bursting in your chest. "I need you to come, puppy."

His words are enough to have that similar build up stirring in your belly. He slows his pace just enough for your body to find a more reasonable pace and rhythm. His fingers swirl in tight circles over your wet clit, making you tighten around him.

"Take deep breaths." He whispers, pecking your lips while coaxing you into your orgasm. You breath heavy with your chest, letting your body writhe into your climax at its own pace. "Good girl, come all over me." Shawn encourages, touching and kissing you all over while he fucks you through the waves of it.

The euphoric feeling seems to get better and better with him, it's like he learns you and your body a little better each time.

You lay limp on the floor, gasping for air as you come down from your orgasm while Shawn continues to ruin you.

"I'm gonna come so deep inside of you, puppy. - You'll never get rid of me." His hips stutter as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, pressing the back of your throat. His violent thrusts force his fingers deeper, you start sputtering and choking around him. It only encourages him to go further until your gagging and crying.

Eventually he's laying on top of you trying to catch his breath too. His large pecks press to your breasts and you feel his rapid heartbeat. Your hands are on his sides, clinging tight to feel grounded. He fucks you so hard you can't catch your breath even with his fingers out of your mouth.

He comes inside of you like he promised, pinning you flat on the floor as he groans loudly and fills you full of him. "Fuck, your cunt is so perfect. You swallow me up so tight. - Good girl, good puppy."

When he's caught his breath he gently pulls out of you and scoops you up in his arms. Your panties and tank top aren't even covering you at this point, but you pay no mind. Instead, you nuzzle into Shawn's neck as he carries you up the stairs.

He passes the bed and goes for the bathroom, setting you on the counter before turning the water on. He slips his sweatpants and boxers all the way off as the tub fills with water.

You watch the steam puff into the air around him as he turns back for you. He wiggles you out of your disheveled clothes before picking you up and taking you to the bath. You get in together, him sitting against the back and you with your back to his chest.

The water is warm and comfortable, you lull your head back on his shoulder and feel almost like you're floating. He massages your arms and shoulders, making you feel dizzy all over again. It's tender, he touches you like it's something he's meant to do.

"Don't fall asleep, hon. Not yet. Let me get you cleaned up first." He says softly, kissing your shoulder and reaching for the soap.

"I like it here, with you, Professor." You mumble sleepily, admitting only a fraction of what he makes you feel.

"Me too, puppy." He responds sweetly, kissing your lips to seal it.

♡THE END♡

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