#needthatcookiesobad

He’d pull back out almost all the way, before repeating the motion just to see it over and over again. ''Fuck… would you look at that'' he breathed, his voice low and wrecked as his hands grip onto your thighs, spreading you wider for him.

The mattress faintly creaking beneath you as he rocked his hips at a shallow and tortures tempo. ''Greedy little pussy welcoming me back in each time. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?''

You’re a whimpering mess, hands twisted in your bedsheets as you try to be quiet. Easier said than done when your dad's best friend has his cock buried inside you.

''Leon…mphf… my dad could… ah-'' He didn’t even acknowledge your pleas at first, to mesmerized by the way your pussy lips wrapped around him, glistening with your arousal and watching the way you flutter and clench around him so nicely. Like your body was struggling with wanting to let go of him.

''Mhm? What was that?'' he murmured, dark eyes flicking up to look at your flushed face. A cruel little smirk tugged at his lips as he withdrew all the way, hearing the cutest huff leave your lips at the empty feeling. Naughty girl.

He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, before rubbing it through your folds just to watch you squirm and attempt to push at his shoulders. ''You sure you want me to stop, hm? Your adorable head might be saying no, but this tight little body is screaming yes.'' he cooed before grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head.

The look on your face had to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen from his mouth earlier.

''Your dad doesn't have to know about this, if you just keep quiet.'' He reached down with his other hand to grip your chin, ''You'll be good and keep this a secret, right?'' You bit down on your lip, nodding. Leon smirked and gave your cheek a soft pat before reaching down to grip the base of his cock, guiding it back to your entrance. ''Good, now let me get back to feeling this needy pussy around me.''

He fed the fat tip back inside you, shallow fucking motions that had your pussy spasming as you sucked him in. Leon groaned at the feeling, whilst your head tipped back on a soft breathy moan. ''So fucking tight for me. None of the boys your age will ever be able to stretch you out like this. You're molded perfectly for me and just me.''

Your hips twitched, attempting to take more of him as Leon's control was slipping. He leaned over you, one forearm braced beside your head as he sank in deeper, halfway there now, grunting at how tightly you were gripping him.

His free hand covered your mouth as you moaned a little to loud. ''Shhh, I told you to be quiet, baby. Don't want your dad waking up and finding me balls-deep in his daughter.'' he purred as the wet squelching sounds filled the small room, obsecene and loud enough that it was surprising that your dad hadn't woken up by it.

''You know, I've been jerking off to the thought of this for years.'' he confessed in a rough whisper. ''Stealing your panties whenever I'd come over. Not enough to have you wondering, but just so I could smell them while stroking my cock, imagining how tight and nice you'd feel. And you've exceeded my expectations, baby.'' Leon chuckled before finally thrusting all the way in, bottoming out with a low guttural sound. His heavy balls smacking against the underside of your ass.

The stretch was overwhelming in the best way and Leon stayed bruied deep for a moment, grinding slow and filthy, before fucking you in earnest. His strokes were deep, posessive, so much that your bed was protesting by the way it thumped against the wall. Your moans were muffled against his hand as his other was gripping your hip, harshly.

''Your mine. Always has and always will be.'' he growled against your ear, hips snapping harder against your own. ''Doesn't fucking matter whos daughter you are. This pussy belongs to me.''

i'm so down bad for pervy old man leon!!

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The night was quiet. A subtle breeze was flowing through the bedside window, caressing your face softly as you lay on the bed. Your eyes were shut, but your mind hadn't drifted to sleep yet. You flipped onto your back, a little restless, when suddenly there was a disturbance at the bedroom door. A clawing sound — like someone was scratching against its wooden frame. The handle turned carelessly, and Luca stumbled in, his once-pressed dress shirt now wrinkled and half-unbuttoned, his maroon tie hanging loosely from a lopsided collar.

You groaned and kicked the duvet off yourself, glaring at your fiancé with contempt. This wasn’t the first time Luca had come back home drunk. It wasn’t in his nature to drink heavily, in fact, it was a habit of his father’s that he hated and tried his best to avoid. But when one runs a liquor business, there’s no escaping the occasional nightcap or two, and in this case, maybe ten. And you hate it.

"You're drunk again," you said, almost angrily. Luca raised an eyebrow, nearly tripping over his own foot as he sat down on the couch beside the bed. He looked straight at you with clouded eyes, lips pulled into a taut line like he was holding back a retort.

“You know I hate it when you do this.” You couldn’t conceal your disappointment. For a second, a look of regret flashed across Luca’s face, but it was quickly replaced by that oh-so-familiar emotionless expression. He sighed and pulled off his tie lazily and reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out a metal tin of cigars and placing one in his mouth. You snapped.

“Don’t you fucking smoke that in here,” you growled, jumping up from the bed. You were wearing a simple silk sleep robe with a lacy front; A birthday present from Luca just two months ago. Luca’s breath hitched slightly.

“This isn’t your house, you don’t have any authority over me,” he drawled out. He tried to keep his composure, but there was no mistaking the way his eyes danced across your scantily draped figure.

“I am your wife,” you asserted, “I have every right to decide what goes on under my roof. My name is on the deed of this house as much as yours is.” You took a step closer to where he sat, inhaling the scent of whiskey and tobacco on his body. His legs were spread apart, a hand on his thigh, the other still holding onto the cigar. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him ravishingly attractive in the dimly lit night. Something about the way the moonlight hit his face, accentuating his cheekbones, highlighting his dark green eyes.

As if a switch suddenly turned in the atmosphere, Luca dropped his cigar and reached out, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You sucked in a breath, not daring to move a muscle as his thumb began to caress your skin. Slowly, Luca lowered himself off the sofa and onto the floor on his knees. Both his hands moulded around your thighs. He pressed a warm kiss on the inside of your right leg, coaxing a small but unmistakable whimper from your lips.

“Luca…” you whispered, digging your hands into his messy hair. He planted a trail of kisses up your thighs, his hands slithering beneath your silk nightgown and cupping your bare ass.

“My wife… my wife…” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He tilted his neck and made eye contact with you. From where he knelt, he was basically eye to eye with your belly button. He pulled you closer until his chest was pressed up against your legs. His fingers snaked their way from behind into your wet folds. You moaned as he began to massage your vulva with one hand, the other kneading your asscheek. Instinctively, you bucked your hips towards his face, desperate for some friction.

Luca hummed and lowered himself to the ground further. He lifted his head and traced his tongue across your slit. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders for support. It took him no time to find your clit, and he began sucking, occasionally grazing his teeth across it just so he could feel the way you shuddered and moaned. He pushed his middle finger into you, pumping back and forth as his mouth continued to lap up your juices.

“Ohh god… God Luca, yes… Ohhhh…” Your moans were like a sweet symphony to his ears. He hummed, pleased with your reaction, sending a deep vibration up your body. Your slick dribbled down his chin as he continued to curl his fingers deep into you, pushing upwards just a little more every time. His tongue danced eagerly on your clit, occasionally running up and down your folds to get a better taste of your juices. Your legs began to shake, your head thrown back, mouth agape as you shuddered and whined at his touch. “Nggghhh… Luca please. Please. Oh my god…”

Luca strained his eyes upwards to watch your face contort in pure ecstasy. But just as your legs were about to give out, a tell-tale sign that you were close to climaxing, Luca abruptly pulled away and got back up on his feet. You cried out, pained from the sudden absence of stimulation. You almost collapsed to the floor, had Luca not picked you up effortlessly and thrown you onto the bed.

“My wife,” he said lowly, undoing his belt and stripping down to the nude. “You have no idea what it does to me when you call yourself that. Mine. Mine only.”

You were sprawled out on your back, still writhing and craving his touch as you lost your high. Luca slowly crawled on top of you, his penis erect and pulsing. It was wet with precum as he stroked himself once or twice, letting out a soft groan.

“Look at you, so pretty and wet for me.” He bent down, pressing his lips to yours. Then to your cheek, your neck, your collarbones, all while his hand continued to pump his length. “Such a good little girl who doesn’t wear her panties to bed because she knows I’ll take care of her later, no?”

You exhaled, closing your eyes as you felt him fondle your breasts, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. You bit your lower lip. “I need you.”

“Hmmm… what’s that?” He pressed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and up and down. Just the tip. His dick was so hard it hurt, but watching you arch your back and gasp as he pressed his tip against your clit, rubbing it in circles... god it was heavenly.

“I need you Luca, please. Please.” You were desperate. Tears were starting to form in the corners of your eyes as you dug your nails into his shoulders. Your legs wrapped around his lower back instinctively, and you tried to thrust upwards. Luca only smirked and kissed you again.

“You don’t know what it does to me, amore mio. When you take that tone with me. When you bark at me like that. It’s like you know. You know I’d do anything for you. I’m your fucking dog, aren’t I?” Luca pushed his tip into your pussy, teasing you. You bucked your hips upwards, only to have him pull out again.

“Answer me,” he growls. You nodded like your life depended on it.

“Use your words, principessa.”

“Yes Luca. I know. You’re mine. You’re my dog. You’d do anything for me, I know this.” You were breathless just saying that. Your core ached like it had never before. You dug your fingers through his tussled auburn curls, pulling them tight as you brought his face to yours. “Now be a good dog and fuck me properly.”

Luca never needed more assurance than that. He wasted no time and immediately slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. You cried out, hugging onto his neck as he thrust in and out of you. Every move was accompanied by a low, guttural growl. Beads of sweat trickled down his chest as he held your hips up for a better angle, pounding into you over and over again.

“Luca! Ohhh that feels so good baby…” You whined, eyes shut tight as your pussy gripped his cock. Every time he pressed into you, every time you were stretched out, your back arched a little more and your breath got shallower. The high you lost just minutes ago was slowly building back.

“Feel good? More? You can take more. Amore mio, I know you can take it,” Luca slurred, his Italian accent heavier than ever. He splayed his palm on your lower abdomen and used his thumb to circle around your clit.

You jolted in response. “Ohh! Yes! That's it…” Your brain was going foggy with pleasure as you felt your core tighten. Luca’s whispered words of encouragement into your ears, pushing you more and more to the edge.

He bent down low now, elbows by the side of your head, and kissed your lips hungrily. “You near? You can come. Just tell me, principessa. I’m gonna finish inside you. Is that what you want? Tell me.”

The contact of Luca’s body heat pressed up against your naked body was enough to send you over. You could only manage a yelp as you nodded your head violently. Toes curled, head thrown back, you moaned and came undone as Luca slammed into you one last time. Watching as you rode out your high, clinging onto his back and moaning his name, Luca hissed and came deep inside you. His thick, hot seed filling you to the brim.