My Dad's Best Friend-2
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CHAPTER 2
KAYLEE
He f***s me like he’s trying to break the bed. The headboard slams the wall in a steady rhythm that would wake the neighbors if anyone was home. His hips snap hard and fast, c**k dragging over my g-spot on every stroke.
“Tell me who this p***y belongs to,” he snarls, teeth grazing my throat.
“You,” I gasp. “Only you, Caleb, please—”
He shifts, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and goes deeper. The angle is obscene. I can feel him in my stomach.
“Gonna fill you up this time,” he growls. “Gonna breed this tight little cunt so you remember who owns it every time you sit down for the next two weeks.”
“Do it,” I beg, clenching around him on purpose. “Come inside me, please—”
He slams in one last time and roars, c**k pulsing, flooding me with heat. I feel every spurt, every throb, until it’s leaking out around him and soaking the sheets.
He collapses on top of me, both of us panting, sweat and pool water mixing between our bodies. After a minute he rolls us so I’m on his chest, still impaled on his softening c**k.
“Stay right here,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Not done with you yet.”
I smile against his skin, feeling his c*m already starting to drip out of me.
“Two weeks,” I whisper. “We have two whole weeks.”
He chuckles, dark and filthy, and rolls his hips so I feel him twitch inside me again.
“Sweetheart,” he says, voice rough with promise, “I’m just getting started.”
I hear as my eyes close.
Sunlight slips through the half-open blinds and stripes across the bed like warm honey. I blink awake slowly, every muscle deliciously sore, thighs sticky with last night’s mess. I’m sprawled naked across Caleb's chest, his heartbeat steady under my cheek, one of his big arms locked around my waist like he never let go.
He’s already awake. I can feel it in the way his fingers are tracing lazy circles on my lower back… and in the thick, morning-hard c**k pressing against my stomach.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough from sleep. His hand slides lower, cups my ass, and squeezes. “Sleep good with my c*m still inside you?”
I whimper, instantly wet again. “So good,” I breathe, nuzzling his neck. “I can still feel you dripping out of me.”
He growls, low and filthy, and rolls us so I’m on top, straddling his hips. His c**k is trapped between us, hot and pulsing against my slick folds.
“Show me,” he says, both hands gripping my hips now. “Ride me slow. Wake me up properly.”
I sit up, hair tumbling everywhere, and brace my palms on his chest. His eyes rake over me (t**s bouncing, n*****s hard, his dried c*m still streaked across my stomach from the pool) and he groans like he’s in pain.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Prettiest f*****g thing I’ve ever seen.”
I reach between us, wrap my fingers around his shaft, God, he’s huge in the morning light, and line him up. The fat head nudges my entrance, already soaked.
“Like this?” I tease, sinking down just an inch, letting him feel how wet I am.
His head falls back, throat working. “f**k, Kaylee… all the way, sweetheart. Sit on it.”
I do taking every thick inch until I’m stuffed full and my c**t grinds against his pelvis. We both moan, loud and shameless.
“That’s it,” he praises, thumbs stroking my hip bones. “Now ride your c**k, baby. Nice and slow.”
I start moving, rolling my hips in lazy circles at first, savoring the stretch, the way he fills me completely. My hands slide up his chest, nails dragging over his n*****s, and he hisses.
“God, you feel so good,” I whisper, lifting up until just the head is inside, then sinking back down hard. The wet sound is obscene.
He watches me through half-lidded eyes, lips parted. “You look like a f*****g dream bouncing on my d**k. Those perfect t**s—”
He cups them, thumbs flicking my n*****s, and I cry out, speeding up.
“Slow,” he reminds, voice strained, slapping my ass lightly. “I said slow, Kaylee. Make it last.”
I whine but obey, forcing myself into long, deep strokes that make my thighs tremble. Every time I bottom out, he grinds up, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, one hand sliding to where we’re joined, thumb circling my c**t.
“So full,” I gasp. “You’re so deep, Caleb… I can feel every inch of you… stretching me, owning me—”
“That’s right,” he growls. “This p***y was made for me.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and really start moving, lifting and dropping, thighs burning, t**s bouncing wildly. The headboard taps the wall in a slow, steady rhythm.
“f**k, just like that,” he groans, watching himself disappear into me over and over. “Look down, baby. Watch me split you open.”
I do, and the sight his thick c**k slick with my cream, sliding in and out almost makes me come on the spot.
“Caleb, I’m close,” I sob, grinding harder.
“Not yet,” he says, sitting up suddenly so we’re chest to chest. He wraps one arm around my waist, the other tangling in my hair, and takes over, thrusting up into me slow and deep.
“Come when I say,” he whispers against my lips. “I want to feel you fall apart while I’m all the way inside you.”
I’m shaking, clinging to him, moaning into his mouth with every roll of his hips.
“Please… please let me come…”
He kisses me hard, tongue f*****g my mouth the same way his c**k is f*****g my p***y.
“Now, Kaylee,” he growls. “Come on my c**k. Milk me.”
I scream into his shoulder as the orgasm rips through me, p***y clenching so hard he curses. He slams up once, twice, and then he’s coming too, thick and hot, flooding me all over again.
We collapse together, panting, sweaty, his c**k still twitching inside me. He doesn’t pull out, just holds me close, kissing my temple, my cheek, my lips.
“Best morning of my life,” he murmurs.
I smile against his chest, feeling him leak out around us.
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