Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires)

Fu**ed And Watched#8

Kathy's Pov(f****d And Watched)

My heart nearly exploded when I realized it was Mr. Cole leaning over me in the dark. His hand was still clamped firmly over my mouth, warm and strong, keeping me completely quiet. Amelia was sleeping right next to us on the big bed, breathing slow and steady, completely unaware.

I stared up at him with wide eyes, my body frozen in shock and sudden, shameful excitement. He put a finger to his lips with his free hand, giving me that dark, commanding look I remembered too well from his b**m room.

“Shh,” he whispered again, so low I barely heard it.

This was so f*****g stupid. Amelia was literally right there. If she woke up and saw her dad on top of me… I didn’t even want to imagine it. I tried to shake my head, to tell him no with my eyes, but my p***y was already betraying me — throbbing hard, getting wet just from the danger and the feel of his big body so close.

So stupid.

He slowly moved his hand from my mouth, but only so he could slide it down to my neck, gripping lightly. His other hand slipped under the blanket and straight between my legs. I was only wearing a thin tank top and panties. His fingers pushed the fabric aside and rubbed over my already slick folds.

I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning. This was insane. We were in the same room as his sleeping daughter, my best friend and he was touching my p***y like he owned it.

“We shouldn’t…” I whispered, voice shaking. “This is so stupid… Amelia is right here…”

Mr. Cole didn’t answer with words. He just leaned down and kissed my neck, sucking lightly while his thick fingers pushed inside me. Two at once, stretching me open. I gasped quietly, hips twitching despite myself. He pumped them slowly, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl.

I kept whispering, barely audible, “We have to stop… this is crazy… she’s going to wake up…”

But I didn’t push him away. My legs spread a little wider on their own.

He pulled his fingers out, shiny with my juices, and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking, tasting myself on him. Then he quietly pulled the blanket off me and yanked my panties down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, even while my brain screamed that this was the dumbest thing I’d ever done.

He freed his c**k from his pants — thick, hard, and already leaking. He climbed fully onto the bed, careful not to shake it too much, and positioned himself between my spread thighs. The head of his d**k rubbed up and down my wet slit, teasing my c**t.

“Please…” I whispered, not even sure if I was begging him to stop or to f**k me.

He pushed in.

One slow, deep thrust and he buried himself completely inside me. I had to slap my own hand over my mouth to stop the moan that wanted to come out. He was so thick, stretching me wide, hitting so deep it almost hurt in the best way. He started moving, long, hard strokes that made the bed creak very softly.

Every thrust felt dangerous. Every wet sound of his c**k sliding in and out of my dripping p***y made me panic that Amelia would hear. I kept my eyes on her sleeping form the whole time, heart racing.

Mr. Cole leaned down, mouth right by my ear. “Be quiet, baby,” he breathed. “Don’t wake her up.”

Thank Goodness she f*****g drank today. She wouldn’t wake up.

He f****d me harder, hips snapping faster. I was biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. My t**s bounced under my tank top with every thrust. He pulled the top up and sucked hard on one n****e, then the other, while he pounded into me.

I was losing it. The risk made everything ten times hotter. I whispered again, voice breaking, “This is so stupid… we’re going to get caught…”

He didn’t slow down. Instead he grabbed my hips and started f*****g me deeper, angling so his c**k dragged against my g-spot with every stroke. My p***y was making soft, wet, filthy noises. I could feel my juices leaking down to my ass.

Suddenly Amelia stirred.

She made a small sound and shifted onto her side, facing us.

We both froze instantly.

Mr. Cole’s c**k was buried balls-deep inside me. I could feel him throbbing. My p***y clenched around him in fear and arousal. We didn’t move. We didn’t breathe. I prayed silently — *please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up…*

Amelia mumbled something sleepy, then went still again, breathing evening out.

The second she settled, Mr. Cole started f*****g me again, even harder this time, like the close call had turned him on more. He covered my mouth with his hand and railed me, hips slapping quietly against mine. I was whimpering into his palm, eyes rolling back.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed my face down into the pillow. Then he mounted me from behind, sliding back into my soaked p***y in one smooth thrust. This position was deeper. Meaner. He f****d me like that for a long time… slow, powerful strokes that made my ass jiggle every time he bottomed out.

I kept whispering into the pillow, “We’re so f****d… this is crazy… she’s right next to us…”

He reached under me and rubbed my c**t fast while he pounded me. I came hard, biting the pillow to stay quiet, my whole body shaking. My p***y squeezed his c**k so tight he groaned low in his throat.

He wasn’t done.

He pulled out again, turned me onto my side facing away from Amelia, and spooned me from behind. He lifted my top leg, slid back inside me, and started f*****g me in slow, deep rolls of his hips. One hand played with my t**s, pinching my n*****s, while the other rubbed my c**t again.

Every thrust made wet sounds. Every time he bottomed out I had to fight not to moan out loud. The danger kept pushing me closer to another orgasm.

He whispered right against my ear, “Such a dirty little slut… getting f****d by your best friend’s dad while she sleeps next to you.”

That sent me over the edge again. I came a second time, clenching around him, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes.

Mr. Cole kept going, changing angles, f*****g me steady and relentless. He moved me into a few more quiet positions — me on top of him riding slowly while he held my hips, then doggy style with my face pressed into the mattress so my moans were muffled.

I lost track of how long it went on. My p***y was swollen and sensitive, dripping everywhere, but I never wanted him to stop. The risk of Amelia waking up made every thrust feel electric.

Finally, he pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and stroked his c**k fast over my t**s. He came hard, thick ropes of hot c*m shooting across my chest and neck. Some even landed on my chin. I lay there panting, covered in his load, p***y still twitching from all the orgasms.

He leaned down, kissed my forehead gently, and whispered, “Good girl.”

Then he quietly fixed his pants, stood up, and slipped out of the room as silently as he had come in.

I lay there for a long time afterward, Amelia still sleeping peacefully beside me, my heart racing and my body buzzing.

This was so f*****g stupid.

And I already knew I was going to do it again.