Seducing His Legacy

DARK WET SEDUCTION

MATURE CONTENT!!

When people say that older men are the best at most things, I now understand why.

Russel’s fingers were currently dug deep into my throbbing wetness, sweetening and satisfying a savage hunger I didn’t know I had.

He was pushing in and out of me, curving his middle finger in the process and hitting my G-spot with mere fingers.

My eyes couldn’t help but roll up.

Coming here to execute my plan, I thought this was going to be some sort of old fashioned s*x with a forty one year old man. I didn’t know I had delivered myself to a dopamine coma.

The moment his fingers started their blissful movements, my legs began shaking, and I could feel them start to give out from on top of him once more.

I couldn’t even tell how long he had been fulfilling me with his melodic fingers because of the countless orgasms I was having.

I walked in here thinking I would destroy him, but he clearly had taken on that role.

I wipe away the tears starting to spill out of joy from my eyes against his shoulder as I feel another wave of high drawing me in. He realizes how stiff I'm starting to get before he grabs my neck and steadies me, rubbing his large thumb over my sensitive c******s in slow, agonizing circles until I shudder above him, my liquids wetting the whole fabric of his dress pants.

Unable to go on anymore, I slump my head against his shoulder, my breath hitching like I just ran a fifty mile marathon sprint, before slowly lowering myself to the floor and tugging at his zipper.

I lift myself up and bend forward, capturing his full hardness into my mouth the second it escapes his dress pants and into the air.

He growls the moment I fill him inside my mouth but I end up choking a little at how large and long he is, both my hands couldn’t compare to his full size width.

Using both my hands, I carefully and slowly rub whatever I couldn’t take in as I bob up and down on his c**k.

He draws air through his teeth while groaning at the same time, before collecting all my hair and wrapping it around his fist like a rope to control my movements. I can feel his saltiness at the back of my throat and I keep going, making sure to take extra time at his tip with my tongue.

Suddenly, as if he is done waiting, he lifts me up and throws me onto the couch which makes me giggle like a child excitedly getting candy in response.

I collapse on the couch before turning around on both my knees and hands, bending and giving him full access to my already throbbing entrance. But Instead, he slowly lowers his head, his face getting lost between my legs before I feel a thick, warm sweetness sweep up at my c******s, causing me to arch my back forward in pleasure.

“I always taste before I eat, and you taste sweet little thing ,” he growls, licking me one more time before lifting his throbbing c**k up and slowly directing it inside me.

The intensity between us almost shifted and I can’t help but freeze a little at the electric buzz I felt crushing throughout my body immediately we became one.

Russel picks up his rhythm the moment he realizes my body is relaxed, thrusting with deep motions that felt less like passion and more like a display of deep dominance. Every movement seemed to remind me exactly who was in control, he had one had wrapped around my neck, keeping me under his grip while his other hand kept spanking my naked ass, the sound resonating through the room and making me moan even more.

My mind was spinning in pleasure, caught between the physical high and the pressure to pull this plan through.

“Oh..my..goo..dness.. Russel.” I cry and moan in pleasure, unable to control my mouth anymore.

Our bodies started slapping against each other in fast deep paced rhythms mixed with my moans and his groans.

All my worries seem to just disappear in this moment. Like he was pumping me directly to a world of freedom and escape.

I can feel another wave of high start to build up, fast and my legs quiver, unable to handle the pressure that is building up.

He carries me, turning me around before bending forward and carrying me towards the wall, pulling out hand cuffs from a nearby drawer in the process.

He cuffs both my hands each in the opposite direction to the wall above move head before adjusting my legs around his waist and slowly pushing inside me once more.

I close my eyes, suddenly feeling to exposed yet too excited for this at the same time.

“Open those eyes doll, you let me watch you watch me shutter you.” He growls, licking my ear lobe in the process before picking up his pace.

He takes me against the cold wall, my back hitting it with each thrust causing me to bounce right back at him and meeting him through each thrust.

Our eyes lock with each other and I try to process what is behind those dilated dark eyes but miserably fail.

I can feel my walls start to tighten up once more, a quick wave of high setting as he starts to speed up more and within seconds, a thick warm liquid feels me up as I also hit a high, making me almost faint in ecstasy and pleasantness.

He bends him head against my chest, trying to catch his breath and I try to do the same but it gets quit hard because I am still tied up against the wall.

Just as the silence of the room and between us began to settle, a knock on the door echoes throughout the room, causing my heart to leap into my throat

.“Dad? Are you in here?” It was Calvin.

The sound of his voice brought reality crashing back down on me with force.

I scrambled to gather myself, Russel un buckling the cuffs off my wrists before lowering me to the floor.

My fingers tremble as I reached for my clothes, desperate to hide any trace of what had just happened.

.Russel, however, didn't look panicked at all. He watched me scramble with a look of detached amusement as he adjusted his clothes.

“Do you want to talk to my son too?” he asked, his voice returning to that void of emotion that made him seem so dangerous.

I forced a smile, though my lips were shaking.

“Now, that would be inappropriate, wouldn’t it? Your son finding out his father is involved with his therapist.” Russel paused, turning to face me fully.

He took a slow step forward until he was looming over me.

“Do I look stupid to you?” he asked quietly. “Did you think you could just lie to me like that and I wouldn’t see right through it?”

A chill ran down my spine. He had known?The whole time, he had known I wasn't who I said I was?

“You seemed desperate,” he continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a thick bundle of cash before tossing it toward me, and I watched it hit the floor with a heavy thud.

“This should be the last time I see your face.”He didn't wait for an answer. He turned and walked out, leaving me standing there in the middle of the room with the money at my feet and my heart hammering against my ribs.

I took a deep breath, swallowing the tears that threatened to fall as I hear the father and son laugh and catch up outside.

Carlton’s voice loud and proud like he never had a clue of how bad his son hurt other people without a care in the world.

He thought he was smart, fine.

He thought he had used me and discarded me with a few dollars.

But my plan was far from over. He’ll be seeing me again, much sooner than he thinks, and next time, a few thousand dollars won't be enough to make a baby headline news scandal go away.