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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

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Happy Friday :)

Here is the next part of the Robyn and Taron story. Just reminding everyone about that mature rating which was mentioned at the start of posting.

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Suze xx

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

When Robyn looked away from him, Taron still kept his eyes on her, a grin on his face. He had caught her staring and enjoyed the blush that filled her face, seeing her fidget on the chair a bit. He had to look away when he was next to order his coffee, paying with his card and waiting for his drink to the side. Yawning, he felt it through his whole body. He was shattered. Talking to Robyn had been worth every tear, every difficult emotion, every bit of despair that he went through because the heaviness he had been carrying for the last two days had almost vanished. He knew he still had a lot to process, a lot of people to talk to when he went back to set, before he went back to set but at least he could sort through his thoughts much better now. He had felt so much guilt for being emotional, for panicking, for not being able to commit to his job but Robyn had helped him to realise it was ok to be upset and disturbed at getting back into the pool. She had been so unbelievably calm with him, maybe stern at one point too, but she never once judged him for his actions, for how burdened he had been when he came to her and their hugs had been the most wonderful thing, especially when she threw herself into his lap to rock him. He knew he needed a repeat of that when he wasn’t in tears so he could enjoy it properly.

Now he was able to look back and smile about it but at the time, the tight hug and soft touches to his face and arms had helped to calm him down and Robyn never once let him go until she felt he was ready. He leant against the counter waiting for his coffee, thinking about their morning and now those touches seemed so intimate and loved that they brought a blush to his own face. He just loved her so much and loved her more than he would ever be able to tell her or show her. He glanced over his shoulder, his head tilted as he saw her staring out the window and sighed. Every time he met her, spoke to her, he just fell more and more in love with her.

“Cappuccino?”

His coffee order called out, he took his cup and thanked the lady behind the counter and slowly made his way back to Robyn, another yawn coming from his toes. He had said he didn’t want to sleep or nap but was thinking about maybe taking a sneaky one if he could claim his corner in the couch when they got back to hers. He wouldn’t say no to another cuddle either and was smiling at the thought of his head in Robyn’s lap as she ran her fingers through his hair if she took his seat on the couch instead.

“Did you touch my muffin?” He asked with a teasing tone as Robyn still stared out the window as she sat on the edge of the chair, her hands holding onto the cushion either side of her legs. “You have a whole rice crispy square for yourself.” He waited for Robyn to turn to him but she was still focused on looking out the clear large glass windows. “Robyn?” Still with no answer, he put his cup down on the table and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Chicken?”

The hand on her shoulder made her jump, a loud gasp coming from her lips, her whole body moving away from the touch she felt.

“Hey, hey!” Taron lifted his hand from her but leaned towards Robyn when he saw the fright she got. “It’s just me.” It was a look he had never seen on her face before. Terror and panic but panic from something that she was scared of and he never knew Robyn to be scared of anything. She was the woman who had stood up to the arsehole in Florida who was holding a gun in his hands and sassed every reporter who ever even tried to ask him a difficult question. The only time he had seen a similar look was when she was cornered at the cinema for his Kingsman premier but this time, there was something much more alarming in her eyes. “Robyn?” He asked gently. “What is it?”

Taron’s soft green eyes were so different in comparison to those who had tormented her for so long, dark dark chocolate almost black eyes judging her in every way and it was Taron’s concerned deep voice that helped her to snap out of her shock at seeing Keith walking around in Kilcreen. It was definitely him. She would never forget his face and having not seen him for so many years, knowing he had left and moved down south of the country, she never expected to see him back. She was trying to process seeing her ex, that the hand on her shoulder threw her and she did jump, coming to her senses as Taron scooted closer to her, taking her hand in his. It was large and warm and it helped so much when he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

“Sorry.” She whispered to him. “Just…” She felt a horrible shiver run through her, her breath a little shaky as she looked to him. “I… Just...” Her words stopped, her hand gripping Taron’s so hard, she knew she had to have hurt him but he didn’t let go, moving closer to her.

“Robyn…” Taron used his free hand to cup her right cheek, moving her head so she had to look at him and now he could see her eyes were a little watery, her colour paled. “Robyn, talk to me. Are you dizzy? Feel sick?”

She gave her head a tiny shake. “No. No.” She looked to the window again and then back to Taron. “I just saw…” She turned to the window again. “I saw Keith.”

“Keith?” Taron dropped his hand from her face. “No…”

Robyn nodded. “Out the window.”

“Robyn, you told me he left Kilcreen.”

“He did. Nearly four years ago after I punched his face and he moved away with my ex-best friend. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

Taron scooted a little closer to her, his head dipping down to speak quietly with her. “You sure you saw him? You are tired and it’s been a tough few weeks.” He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, holding her close into him, looking over her head. “I don’t see anyone out there. If you saw him, he is gone now.”

“I did see him.” Robyn said, her voice a little hurt in Taron’s uncertainty.

Taron knew he had said the wrong thing and tightened his hug. “Oh Robyn, no. I am not doubting you at all. I just know how shit your time was with him so I don’t want you getting upset.”

Robyn shook her head at him. “I saw him. I definitely saw him. Out the window, staring in.” She let Taron change position so he could give her a proper hug and as she rested her chin on his shoulder, she looked towards the counter of the coffee shop, now seeing Keith standing in line, staring right her way, his smirk changed to a wicked grin as he caught her eye, giving her wink.

“Fucking hell.” Robyn muttered, her eyes closing, her body tensing again as she moved out of the hug, turning her back on Keith, her hands going to her hair for a moment, then down her face.

Taron kept close to her having felt how hard her heart had been beating and hearing her curse. “Sweetheart, please talk to me.”

“It’s Keith.” She managed to say to him, swallowing the lump at the back of her throat.

“Keith?” Taron murmured back to her. “In here?”

He felt her nod and when he went to turn his head, Robyn shook hand away and grabbed his shoulder, more roughly than she meant to, to stop him from turning around.

“No, no!” Robyn panicked as Taron went to look and knowing she pulled him back towards her, apologised quickly. “Sorry, but please. Don’t look.”

“Robyn I told you that if I ever met him I would…”

“I know…” She interrupted. “But no Taron. Please no.” She dropped her hands and picked up her bag from the floor. “I know you just got a new coffee and have a muffin to eat, but can we go? Please. I can’t be here right now and I will bake you muffins at home to make up for this one.”

Taron got straight to his feet. “I don’t need the muffin. Let’s go.” He held out his hand for her and Robyn took it immediately, linking their fingers, feeling Taron squeeze her hand hard and taking the lead, he walked away from their table. He did his best to keep her beside him, using his body to shield hers as they walked the long way around, away from the counter and towards the exit which they came through, Robyn going first and Taron following after. He still held onto her hand and he felt her other hand come to rest on their joined ones.

“Thank you.” Robyn breathed a small bit easier outside the coffee shop, but she could still feel her heart racing. “I am sorry I ruined your lunch.”

“You didn’t ruin my lunch. I had a great lunch with you.” He assured her. “I always love being with you Robyn and I understand why you want to leave. I know he hurt you and you went through so much to get over that relationship and break-up, to build yourself and your confidence back. Never apologise to me. Let’s head back and just flop onto your couch, watch a movie and chill out.” He leaned in to give her head a little kiss, both walking toward the bus stop, away from the coffee shop.

“That is exactly what I had in my mind too and I was serious about making some muffins.”

Taron gave he what he hoped was a cool nod, not wanting to shout out ‘yes please muffins’ as they strolled across the wide footpath. Baking with Robyn was one of his favourite things to do with her and maybe not today, but tomorrow he was sure she would be in the kitchen making him something yummy to eat.

“Robyn!”

The two stopped as they heard her name called and while Taron had heard some Irish accents in his time, this was definitely one that bore right through him and absolutely made him re-think his love for the soft-spoken nation. Robyn had still been holding his hand and he felt her grip tighten.

“Come on Ro-Ro, don’t be like that.”

Robyn cringed as Keith used her old nickname, one she had worked very hard to forget over the last couple of years. She spun around and faced the man who had turned her into a woman she had put in her past but face to face with him, she could feel her stance changing, her shoulders rolling forwards, her heart beating very hard in her chest.

“You look good but you changed your hair?” Keith took a step closer to them. “I always preferred it short.”

“Well it doesn’t matter what you prefer.” Robyn replied, still keeping close to Taron who now was the one holding her hand very tight. “I like it long.”

“Jesus Robyn, can’t we have a conversation without your head up your arse?”

While she knew seeing Keith had rattled her, immediately her defences rose and she was trying very hard to keep her temper from coming out but also finding herself stepping closer onto Taron’s body as she still felt that same fear that consumed her during her last few months with Keith.

“Well your head was so far up Judy’s arse, I am surprised you even noticed how long or short my hair was.”

Keith chuckled, but it was one of those laughs that had a hint of menace to it. “Oh still going on about that after all these years?”

“So where is Judy?” Robyn threw his way. “I don’t see her attached to your hip.”

“You don’t keep in touch?”

Robyn glared at him. “No, we don’t keep in touch.”

“Shame. She misses you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“She talks about you.”

“Probably to bitch about me.”

Keith chuckled again. “You still haven’t gotten over it have you?”

“I got over it. The moment I broke your nose, I was over it.”

“Then why do you keep walking backwards?” Keith took a step towards her. “I heard it took you a long time to get over it.”

“Why do you even care?” Robyn stood her ground, moving in front of Taron a little, bringing herself closer to Keith. “You left, moved on. There is nothing here for you in Kilcreen.”

Keith grinned. “Well there is one thing I have always still wanted.”

“You can fuck off Keith.” Robyn nearly growled at him.

“Oh I missed that mouth Ro-Ro. Such a foul mouth.” He took three steps towards her. “Especially in bed, well when we actually were rolling around in bed. Didn’t happen often but when it did, my God Robyn, what a mouth.”

Taron had been just listening to and watching the exchange of words. He knew Robyn was very capable of standing up for herself but he also knew the hell she had been put through with the man in front of her and could see that she really was putting on a brave face as she fought her corner against her ex but her hand in his was telling a very different story. He was keeping out of the conversation but when Keith’s remarks turned slightly sexual, he found himself now standing beside her again, his eyes narrowed as he looked the Irish man up and down.

“It’s something Judy isn’t shy about either you should know.” Keith smirked, stepping closer again, now only five feet between himself and Robyn. “Very vocal.” He winked. “So how is work? Still babysitting those kids?”

Robyn had been disgusted by his wink and insulted as always by his attitude towards her job and had had enough of his sneering and comments. She just wanted to turn and walk away from him but knew she had to stand her ground. She had spent too many years hiding from this man and although her heart was ready to jump from her chest and her hand was sweating in Taron’s, she knew she couldn’t run now. It would just give Keith everything he was sure he expected when they met each other again and she had promised herself she would never show him how scared she was of him.

“Still tapping in those numbers?” She asked him. “You told me you were top of the league at your company, the management team nearly begging you to take lead of their overall finance accounts. You finally move up to the big table? Or you still hiding with your tail between your legs when the going gets tough.”

Robyn’s words clearly hit a nerve with Keith as his head lowered and he took a step forward. “It was all in motion and then I had to have surgery because you broke my fucking nose.”

“And that was why you didn’t get the promotion you talked non-stop about?” Robyn tried to give her best laugh that she could without her nerves coming across. “In my experience, if a team wanted you on top, a broken nose and surgery wouldn’t stop you from getting the job. I guess, like everything else with you, you were just shit and they really didn’t want you. Your big company in Kerry make you top dog?” She asked. “Last I heard you were working at the drive through because you never actually completed your course and got kicked out. Doesn’t much surprise me Keith. You always were just shit. Full stop.”

The gap between the three narrowed as Keith walked closer again, his hands in fists by his sides. “You really gonna back talk me?” He threatened. “Remember what happened last time you did that?”

Robyn’s eyes widened and she stepped back right into Taron who was behind her, his free hand going to her shoulder.

Keith noticed the man behind Robyn and he glared at him, immediately recognising him from the photos he had seen online and in the newspapers. Already pissed off at Robyn and how she was standing up to him, not shying away as she always did, he was more than ready for a fight. He was back in Kilcreen for a quick visit, some unfinished business he left behind and when he saw Robyn in the coffee shop, he couldn’t believe his luck. He knew it was a huge risk to head for her house and seeing her what he thought was alone, wasted no time in heading in to grab a coffee and see what she was up too. The unexpected male with her wasn’t ideal but he always had fun mocking Robyn and was more than ready to get her riled up. “So this is the new bit on the side then yeah? The famous movie star?” Keith stepped forward and held out his hand to shake Taron’s but the other man didn’t even move to acknowledge him. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, seriously?”

Robyn made a mental note to tell Taron how much she appreciated his rejection of Keith’s handshake when they got back to hers. The look alone on her ex’s face was fantastic as Taron stood still, ignoring him. Keeping her back against Taron, she looked to the man in front of her again. “What do you want Keith? I am more than done with this conversation and as you already know, want nothing to do with you.” Robyn thought she was tense but could feel Taron’s body behind her and as he was already on edge from set, meeting Keith was the last thing he needed and he was rigid behind her, his heart beating fast, his hand gripping her shoulder tight.

“That’s a pity Ro-Ro, I always hated the way we left things.”

“Made me pretty pleased.” She replied.

“Fuck Robyn, we can’t even have a civilised conversation?”

“I can’t wait long enough for you to become civilised. We done? Good. Piss off Keith. Go back to Judy and leave me the fuck alone. I made that message pretty clear four years ago and nothing has changed since.” Robyn turned on her heels and linking her arm with Taron’s and started to walk away. She just needed to get away from him. She hated how vulnerable she felt when he was around, how weak she became and it took every ounce of her strength to stand up straight and face him. While her sleepless night as she watched over Taron hadn’t been a problem before, now she could feel the slight strain on her body and just wanted to go home and hide in her couch.

“Fucking typical.” Keith called after her. “Walk away. Though I have to say, I miss that arse so much. I loved getting my hands on that.” It was Taron who stalled and not Robyn as Keith shouted their way and he turned his head to look back to the man who was slowly following them. “I saw your pictures on line. Fuck Robyn, that green dress.” He wolf whistled. “Now why couldn’t you wear something like that when we were together. Fucking sexy as hell.”

“Excuse you?” Taron said over his shoulder, hating the look he saw in the man’s face, pure disgusting lust.

“Come on mate, you can’t deny it gave you a stiffy when you saw her in that low cut dress. It just needed to slip a little more and hmmmm, fucking perfect.”

Taron’s face showed how angry he was, his eyes darkening, his lips tightening as he let go of Robyn and turned around to face Keith. Tall, dark and handsome, the man definitely had looks on his side, but as Taron properly looked at the man who made Robyn’s life miserable for so many years, the good looks definitely did not represent what he knew about the arsehole and he had seen Robyn trying to hold her own and she did a great job but he knew she was terrified of the man in front of them. He already had enough of his smart comments and remarks and he had such respect and love for Robyn which Keith clearly had none of and it made his blood boil.

“Come on mate, you can’t tell me you didn’t have a quick…” Keith made a wanking motion with his hand. “When she wasn’t around.”

Robyn wished the ground could have swallowed her up, the Keith she knew and wanted to forget coming through some more.

“I am not your mate.” Taron replied his tone low.

Keith held up his hand which a chuckle. “Fucks sake you too? It’s called a joke!” He laughed. “But then Robyn never could take one either. Had to, ya know…” He rose an eyebrow at Taron. “Many many times. Gets lonely after a while.” Taron was trying to compose himself, to hold in what he actually wanted to say, Keith speaking again. “I am surprised you are still hanging out with her. I mean I know she saved…” Keith air quoted. “Your life and all, but mate you are a fucking movie star. You can do so much better.” Taron took two steps forward, two feet between himself and Keith now. “And no offense mate, but your movies are a bit shit.”

“None taken. I don’t need reassurance from dickheads like you whose decisions and ways that you treat women are so outlandish and medieval that it doesn’t really surprise me you have no sense of quality or even the ability to understand what qualifies as quality.”

Taron’s words ran away with him before he could stop himself and the calm he had been trying to portray was long gone. He was furious and could see first-hand why Robyn loathed her ex. He was vile.

Keith laughed, a cackle which bore into Robyn’s soul as she stood beside Taron, wanting to put her hand in his but she stopped herself from doing so as she didn’t want anything to give Keith fuel against them. “The way I treat women? Think you may have your information mixed up there mate. She ran circles around me.” He pointed to Robyn. “You get any yet? Because let me tell you, you are going to be waiting a very long fucking time.”

Taron felt the growl deep in his chest, Robyn’s hand on his arm, pulling him back as he took a step forward. “That’s funny.” He said, his Welsh accent deep and dangerously low. “From what I heard, you had no trouble getting some.”

“From Robyn?” Keith spat through more laughter. “Fucking hell no.”

“Taron…” Robyn gripped his upper arm tight but she felt him pull away from her. She could see the two men starting to square up to each other and while knew Keith had a terrible temper, she was well aware of how Taron was attached to and reacted with his emotions. “Just leave it. Let’s go.”

Taron ignored Robyn when she asked him to leave, one of the first times he did not listen to her and kept looking to Keith, taking another step forward. “Robyn doesn’t give it up to arseholes like you who fuck anything that move.”

“Well when she wouldn’t move, you have to look elsewhere mate.”

“Don’t call me mate.”

“Ok so Mr Moviestar then.” Keith chuckled again. “But surely being a big Hollywood star means you don’t have to move to get the women. They just come flocking to you. Probably don’t even need to move then when they do. Lay back and enjoy it all, yeah. Fuck man, what a lifestyle.” Keith looked to Robyn with a smirk. “Let me give you a piece of advice. She definitely won’t be riding anytime soon, if you get my drift.”

Taron had never felt such a rush of anger before as Keith spoke with such glee in his voice about Robyn who was almost pinching him, she was holding him so tight to keep him standing beside her. “I don’t think Robyn has a problem with riding out anything. She put you in your place fairly quickly.” Taron replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “Nice nose.” He hated using the sly comment and would apologise to Robyn later but knew his words would hurt Keith and he could see they had the desired effect as Keith’s face turned and he lifted his hand to his face, touching his nose.

“Fucking bitch.” Keith said loudly.

Taron’s face was still hard and angry even though he knew he had hit a nerve. “She must have done something right for you to stay with her for six years.”

“It worked perfectly.” Keith grinned, his lips rising in a horribly creepy smirk. “I got what I needed to get while she was at work and then I came home to a cooked meal and a warm bed. It was a blissful six years and she had no fucking clue and by the look on her face, she still has no idea.” He turned his eyes to Robyn. “Wasn’t just Judy you stupid cow. Those gym sessions?” He chuckled deeply. “More than just a gym class.”

Taron looked to Robyn and saw the tears in her eyes, how those last words cut her so deep.

“Man those sweaty sessions were raw, deep and hard fucking in the showers, against the weights, even in the swimming pool.” Keith looked to Taron. “Ever fuck in a sauna or jacuzzi?” He asked with a wink. “Hell I am sure you had some at your premier while you were there with Robyn! Mate, if you want any tips on places to fuck, I have many but maybe stay clear of Robyn yeah? Doesn’t even know how to keep a guy hard long enough to get it in.”

Taron whole body saw red but instead of being angry, he sniggered at Keiths’s words and his reply came quickly as his protectiveness and love for Robyn hit him deep. “Maybe you just don’t know how to get hard when a beautiful woman is right beside you. Maybe the reason you went looking for so many women is because they all heard what a soft disappointment you were and no one would entertain you.” His voice was steady as he spoke, his tone filled with honesty and he stretched his hand over Robyn’s hand which was on his arm, rubbing his fingers over the back of her hand as he watched Keith’s ears, cheeks and neck turn from pink to red in about five seconds, he could tell that the Irish man’s anger was growing in his eyes. “Must be embarrassing not able to get it up each time, having to rub one out for hours afterward when you have been left alone.”

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gurugirl · 2 months

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ex-boyfriend's dad!harry part 2

Summary: Harry wants to show you what you've been missing if you'll let him. OR The filthy smutty one.

A/N: This full series is already live on Patreon, with all 4 parts up! Part 3 will be posted here in one week. THIS PART HAS NEARLY 9K WORDS OF SMUT ALONE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

Word Count: 10.8k

Series Warnings: explicit content, smut (including anal, rough blow jobs), age gap, angst, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, choking, slight degradation, use of small implements (collar and leash, anal plug)

Part 2 Warnings: smut, rough blow job training, age gap, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, use of anal plug, use of collar and leash, choking, slight degradation, spitting, size kink (as always), anal play

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It felt like one of your fantasies, to have Harry’s eyes on you in your bedroom, where you knew he was about to do some very unwholesome things to you. He said he was going to show you what it felt like to be eaten out by a man who enjoys it and that was... Well, that was the hottest thing you’d ever heard when it was coming from his mouth.

You sat on your bed and watched as Harry rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as if he was about to do some manual labor, “You look cute tonight, Y/n. Did you have me in mind when you picked out those shorts?”

You looked down at your lap and smiled before looking at him, “Yes.”

“Did you eat before I came over?”

Now this question caught you off guard. You shook your head, “Uh… no. I ate earlier. Like one o’clock I think?”

He tutted at you as he removed his belt, pulling the leather from the belt loops on his pants, “We’ll eat something after we’re done here. Okay?”

You nodded. In truth, you liked that he planned something after you were done. It meant that he’d be sticking around a bit longer. Maybe he’d stay all night. You didn’t want to push your luck.

This was a side of Harry you hadn’t really gotten to see before. Somehow his demeanor was filling in tiny cracks you didn’t know needed filled. It felt like things were sealing and fusing together inside of you as you watched him move about and talk to you the way he was. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your bedroom seemed so small with him standing in it, his eyes on you while you sat in wait on your bed. Waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Waiting to see what he was going to do and how he’d do it.

He took one long-legged step toward your bed and dropped the heavy black belt onto your light blue comforter before he sat next to you.

You kept your eyes on his movements as if your life depended on it. You watched his hand draw up to your chin and felt his fingers squeeze into your skin before he pulled your face in toward his and ran his smooth lips up your jaw, “I’m gonna make you feel so good Y/n.”

You closed your eyes and every part of you was open to him. Pliable and willing. Whatever he wanted. However he wanted it. You wanted it if he was going to be the one doing it.

He pressed his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks with his large palm pressing to the underside of your chin, his thumb on one side and pointer finger on the other of your face when he pressed his lips to yours. The juxtaposition of his soft lips and his harsh grip had you spinning. He was directing the entire thing and angling your face toward his the way he wanted. You sat your palm on his upper thigh to balance yourself and that’s when he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Wet and hot. You opened up for him and felt his tongue lap against yours.

The pitiful moan that fell from your chest had him smiling against your lips, “You like to be handled a little rough, Y/n?”

You nodded against his mouth before he parted from the kiss, “I can tell.” He released his grip from your face and ran his fingers along your temple, “If you want to see me again after this then we’ll get into a little more of what I think you’ll like and things I like. We’ll go over the rules. But there’s no pressure today. Okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled at him. But… See him again? Get into things he likes? That had your heart lobbing in your chest with satisfaction.

“I might hold you tight with my hands to keep you still, maybe do a few little things just to see how you like it, but nothing too rough or uncomfortable. If you don’t like something just tell me. Today we’re just gonna have some fun and get ourselves sorted out.”

You watched him shift and your hand fell away from his thigh as he gripped your sides and pushed you up to your pillows before rubbing his hands down your thighs and over your shins before pushing your legs apart, “Keep your legs open for me. I don’t want you closing them, even if you feel like you want to or it’s your natural urge. There will be consequences,” he smirked at you before continuing, “Nothing severe, though. We’re just playing right, Y/n?” He pushed his hands up the insides of your thighs as his green eyes seared into you.

You grinned and bobbed your head up and down in agreement as you looked from his eyes to where his hands were inching closer to your crotch, his fingers sneaking under the hem of your shorts (which were quite short).

He lifted your left leg first, keeping his eyes on yours as he smushed his plush lips against the inside of your thigh, “Ever since you told me that you weren’t getting the favor returned to you I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. About doing this to you. To show you what you’ve been missing. Feels like I need to make up for what Tyler wouldn’t do. So you know that kind of behavior doesn’t run in the family.”

His lips trailed over your soft flesh and up to the hem of your shorts, using his thumb to push the material up so he could get his mouth as close to your core as possible without actually being close enough to your very center.

He switched to your other thigh, placing your left leg down on the bed and lifting the right one the same way he did with the other, “Knew you’d be so good for me. Didn’t want to admit it then but I certainly imagined it. Do you know what I did that night after we got out of the pool?”

You shook your head, “No. What?”

He grinned, moving his mouth further up again and to the hem of your shorts, “It’s shameful and dirty but I couldn’t help it, Y/n. Before I tell you what I did,” he pushed your shorts up and applied a wet open mouth kiss to your skin, “I have to be honest. I saw your pretty little pussy that night.”

You blinked your eyes as you listened to him. You didn’t mean to let your mouth drop open the way it did because you kind of suspected he had. But to hear him say it…

“When I pushed you out of the water you opened your legs, and I saw you. That image has been burned into my memory. Can’t stop seeing it, Y/n.”

You inhaled sharply as he dropped your right leg and began to put his hands into the band of your shorts, “Taking these off. Okay?”

You nodded, your eyes darting down to where he began to pull your stretchy shorts down your legs until you were only left in your panties (picked out just for the occasion) and t-shirt.

You watched Harry’s eyes rove over your thighs and hips, his hands smoothing over you and down the side of your thighs before he dragged his knuckles down the center of your panties to your mound.

“That night, in my room I imagined you on your hands and knees for me, this pussy here,” he pressed over your labia and smoothed his thumb against the fabric of your panties, “just on display for me, peeking out from the back of your thighs.”

He licked his lips as he continued rubbing over your panties until he found the spot your clit was in and looked up at you, “I was so hard for you. And I felt awful, I really did, but I couldn’t stop seeing it, Y/n. I tried not to touch myself. Tried not to think about your breasts and your hips and this pretty bottom,” he kneaded at your upper thighs where the plush flesh met the curve of your butt. “But I couldn’t stop the sight of you from filling my head.”

You kept bouncing your sight from his fingers to his face as he continued.

“Mind if I pull this to the side? So I can see it again?”

“Yeah. It’s okay,” you nodded and held your breath as he hooked his finger into the crotch of your panties and pulled them aside. He cooed when your pussylips came into view and immediately pressed his thumb over your labia with the softest touch, smearing your arousal gently upward to your clit.

“When I couldn’t stop the picture of you naked and wet in the pool I began to ache. I tried willing my erection away but it didn’t work. I was in bed trying to think of anything else. I attempted to close my eyes and go to sleep but that only made it worse.”

“Then I started to leak. I wasn’t wearing anything. Went to bed naked because it hurt too much to put anything over my cock. But when I felt the moisture at my tip I knew I was fucked. My body was too turned on and I was dripping precome. I had to spread it down my shaft and stroked myself a little bit for relief but it felt too good.”

He sighed and you felt his fingers push your lips apart as he focused in on your pussy and then circled over your clit, making you moan.

“So I fucked my fist and imagined you were there, pressing your wet cunt up and down my cock and getting the relief I knew you were in need of. And even now, I can tell you need relief. So wet and puffy. Your skin is so hot.”

You swallowed and nodded shallowly as you watched him circle two fingers at your entrance and gently push in just the tips, “Want my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, watching closely as he plunged his long finger into his last knuckle and you felt that yummy tightness of being filled up. He softly stroked along your walls, pushing in and pulling his fingers back as he looked from your eyes to your wet pussy and the mess you were making on his fingers.

“I need to tell you something else. Something Tyler told me because I think it’s only fair you know what he said. And I want to make sure it’s true. Okay?”

You nodded as he continued the languid pressing of his fingers inside of you.

“Said you liked being choked. Is that right?”

You blinked and nodded, “Well… yeah. I mean, I haven’t ever been so I don’t know but I wanted to see if I liked it. I think I will.”

He nodded, “And you want to be spit on? In your mouth?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded, “On my tongue. And here,” you moved your hand down to where Harry was pumping his fingers inside of you.

“Oh yeah? Like this?”

You watched as he pulled his fingers from your opening and gathered saliva on his tongue before gripping your thighs and tilting your hips up. He spat over you, the warm spray of his spit landing on your labia and the space over your entrance had you moaning and lifting so you could see it better as he smeared the liquid under his digits and then pushed it inside of you, continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

“Yes. Just like that…” You looked at his face in awe as he leaned across and grabbed the back of your neck with his free hand.

“Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

He tilted your neck back and your lips drew open wide, your tongue slipping past your mouth before you felt the drizzle of his saliva coating your tongue and then he pressed his mouth over yours softly before sitting back and letting go of your neck, his fingers still fucking into you slowly.

You were already panting, frazzled, burning hot, desperate. He could see it. The change in you. The sudden shift in the way you were breathing, your eyes, your lips… everything told him you wanted more.

“Did you like that?” You could hear the wet sound of your pussy being fingered by the man who just spit in your mouth. The first man to ever do so. Your brain was turning to mush but you managed to nod your head in response.

“And you want to try anal sex too? True?”

You swallowed thickly. You wanted to be honest with him so you were, “I’ve used toys on myself so I know I like it. Just never had anyone do it to me.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed at you and he licked his lips, “What kind of toys, Y/n?”

You moaned when he stroked against something that made your insides tingle, “Dildo. I also have a plug I like to wear when I… play with myself.”

“When you masturbate?”

You nodded and then he applied his thumb over your clit and you dropped your mouth wide.

“Do you use a vibrator? Dildo?”

You sucked in a deep breath and tried to keep yourself calm but his fingers were magic, “Both. I like… oh god…” you closed your eyes and breathed at the sensation he was giving you, “I use the plug and then masturbate with a dildo, push it in and I can feel the plug pressing it… ooohh mmm…” you moaned and rolled your hips up.

“That’s good, Y/n. So good for me, honey,” you could hear the change in his voice. He sounded quite ruttish himself. “I like all those things too. If you want them, I’ll give them to you. Okay? That is if you want more after today.”

You nodded and continued to gasp in between pants as he hastened his fingers, his knuckles thwacking into you harder.

Suddenly he’d pulled his fingers out of you and you felt his hands at the top of the waistband of your panties, “These are very pretty but I need them gone because I’m gonna eat your pussy now. Sound good, Y/n?”

He kept his eyes on yours as you nodded and peeped out a yes.

The silk and lacy fabric was tossed into your room faster than you could wrap your brain around when he was crawling himself down until his mouth was inches from your cunt.

You watched him carefully as he focused his gaze on yours, “This what you want, Y/n? Want your ex’s daddy? Yeah?”

The guttural moan that fell from your lips when he said it filled your bedroom, “Yes. I want it.”

Now you knew he’d said daddy to get some kind of reaction from you. You certainly always thought of him as such regardless, but with him on your bed in your bedroom with your pussy wet and on display for him it all felt so intense. So raw.

“I know you do. Who’s gonna keep you satisfied in bed, sweet girl? Tell me who you want doing this to you,” he smeared his fingers up and down your labia, pushing your slick around and painting your pussylips and clit with arousal.

“You. I want you to do it.”

His pink tongue poked out from his lips to wet his mouth, “That’s right. You want Daddy to take care of you. Yeah?” His brows raised at you.

You whimpered and tossed your neck back when he pressed his tongue over your clit and then removed it in a cruel tease, “Yes!”

“Who’s gonna take good care of you, honey? Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”

You popped your eyes open and looked at him, hovering over your cunt with an evil grin set on his face. You knew what he wanted to hear.

“You’re gonna take care of me… Daddy. You.”

He moaned and immediately ducked down to kiss your clit into his mouth and then licked upward from your entrance, “Good girl,” he spoke as he split your labia with his tongue and found your clit, wrapping his lips around you and began to eat you alive. It felt like that. A man, starved, devouring your soft flesh and wet bits.

You could only let out breathy pants and whiny moans as he worked your pussy like no one ever had. Tongue and lips and hot breath over your core… wide open mouth sucking you in… You let out a garbled moan when he pushed two fingers back inside of you. Your arms and legs were jelly and each time he looked at you it reminded you that this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t just one of your fantasies. You were getting eaten out by your ex-boyfriend’s dad.

The sound of slippery fingers pressing wetly into your body was lined with slurps and sucks as he used his free hand to hold your right thigh in place.

“Oh my god!” You yelped and pushed yourself up by your elbows to watch as he flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit before he flattened it and carved a naughty route around your wet button. He alternated between the slow slide of his tongue around your collection of nerves and pressing over it in meaningful flicks as his fingers pumped into you and glided over your front wall, dipping into your g-spot.

The combination of his fingers and his mouth was exactly what you needed. What you’d been craving.

You laid back into the bed when it was too much to keep yourself up to watch and you heard him puff out a laughed breath against you, “Feel good? This what you wanted?”

A whimper was pushed from your lungs as you gasped, “Fuck. Yes!”

It was like your body was slowly sizzling and cooking, rendering out juices and softening, gradually becoming fork tender. You were sure that once he was done snacking on your pussy you’d be nothing but a slippery puddle on your bed.

You felt as if your body was not your own as Harry worked you with his mouth and fingers. You gave in to him completely as you slid your shaky hands down to his head and felt his hair between your fingers.

And it wasn’t just good. It didn’t just feel satisfying. It felt like something beyond what you could describe. It had your insides churning and liquifying as your brain turned to a mushy mess of need and ache.

“Oh!” You cried out as that familiar tingle spread over your core and through your tummy. The sound of your moans set Harry off as he began to press his tongue harder onto your clit, slipping his tongue back and forth and curling his fingers against your front wall.

You could feel the wetness spread to your ass which just made you feel hotter… you knew it was a mix of his spit and your own arousal dripping down to your anus and then to your comforter.

But then Harry removed his mouth and you peeked down at him as he placed the pads of his fingers over your clit and circled as he spat on you again, but this time lower, under the spot his fingers were stuffed and you felt it on your ass as you began to tremble from his fingers inside of you and the ones on your clit.

He moved his fingers from your clit and looked up at you quickly as lowered his hand to your anus and poked at your empty hole with his middle finger, “I can tell you’re about to come, Y/n. You ready for this, baby?”

You whined and nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

He grinned at you calling him Daddy and then slowly pressed his finger into your ass, his other hand still stroking his fingers inside of your pussy, lifting the slightest so he could get a good look at how he was stuffing you with his digits.

The moment he’d gotten his middle finger tucked deep into your bum you let out a strange gasp and then he brought his mouth back to your clit.

It was the perfect trifecta that had you quivering and wetly mumbling nonsense into your room. Not something you’d ever even imagined, even in your wildest dreams. To have a man fingering your ass with one hand, fucking his fingers into your pussy with his other, and slurping on your clit with his mouth.

You convulsed and your thighs shook violently as you tugged at his hair tightly. You weren’t you in that very moment. You were just some being who was at the mercy of another as he orchestrated your orgasm like he already knew how you were going to respond. Like he knew better than you did.

Having anything tucked into your ass while you were masturbating was always a guarantee for an intense orgasm. But having Harry’s finger pressing into you and his slippery mouth working over your clit like it was just did something else. Something primitive and innate.

He was going into your pussy so hard your butt was lifted off the bed and you were flopping and squirming as your release hit you like a hammer. You felt it in your jaw and your heart, your ribs were expanding and contracting as you sucked in as much air as you could before crying out loudly.

You had no control of any of your limbs or the way your pussy clenched and spasmed over his fingers. You weren’t sure what you were saying or if real words were even coming out of your mouth. Your mind was blurry and you were beholden to the way Harry was manipulating you with his fingers and his tongue.

Moments went by where you were sure you were unconscious. You’d lost yourself for a moment in blurry bliss but then you heard his deep voice cooing at you. His words weren’t registering but his voice brought you back slowly.

You threw your arm over your eyes as you panted for oxygen, chest rising and falling violently. You had no power over the way your legs were still trembling, but then you felt Harry’s big hands gently rubbing up and down your thighs.

“There we go… just relax, baby,” he spoke softly, trying to settle you and bring you back with small squeezes, fingers indenting into your skin and thumbs gliding along your muscles.

You felt him wrap a hand around your wrist and lift your arm from your face, “Let me see you. Look at me, Y/n.”

You slowly blinked your eyes opened to see him leaning over you. His hair was a mess from how you’d yanked at his roots and he was flushed with dark pupils as he grinned at you, “So pretty. Feel better now?”

You nodded and sighed as he adjusted his position and fell to the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“We’ll just lie here for a minute. Talk a bit. Okay? Want you to come down a little. Get your bearings.” His delicate touch on your temple, the pad of his thumb rubbing at your skin had you swooning. This man was too good.

“Okay,” you drew your hand up to his shoulder and smiled.

“I’ll make you something to eat after we’re done here if you don’t mind me rummaging through your kitchen. Is that okay?”

“You don’t have to do that, Harry. I can make something–“

“So does that mean you don’t want me going through your fridge?”

“No. I don’t care if you go through my fridge,” you laughed, “I just meant I can do it.”

Harry grinned at you, “Yeah but you didn’t do it before I came over and we need to make sure you eat. So it’s settled. I’ll make you something. But first,” he ran his fingers down the skin on your cheek to the edge of your mouth, “I wanted to try one more thing. Something you told me you liked when we were in the pool that night.”

You kept your eyes on his and when his lips pulled up into a devilish grin you understood what he meant before he even said it, making your own lips tug upward.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

You nodded, still grinning back at him.

His thumb trailed over your bottom lip before pressing down on it, making you open up for him as he smushed his digit into your mouth and over your tongue where you closed your lips and sucked.

He watched you suckle at his digit and pull at it with your lips, “It’s something else I can’t stop dreaming of. Imagining you on your knees with my cock down your throat. And I have no qualms about making you gag either, honey. Make you drool and choke on it. I’ll take it easy on you tonight, though.”

You kept sucking on his thumb as you hummed and nodded, your eyes bobbing from his lips to his pretty eyes as he spoke.

He slowly slid his thumb from your lips and watched your saliva follow his digit as he pulled it away. He pushed himself to sit up and pulled you with him. His hands clutched the bottom hem of your t-shirt, “We’re gonna get you naked. Might get a little messy. Okay?”

“Okay.” You felt like your voice was small and far away as he dragged the fabric up your torso and off your head. The moment your shirt was gone his finger brushed up your skin to your bra, which matched the panties that were lying somewhere on your floor.

You watched his face as he reached around and unhooked your bra clasp, “This is pretty, Y/n. You were so sweet to think of me when you dressed before I came over,” he spoke lowly as your bra fell off your shoulders and was pushed to the side before he cupped your nude tits in his hands, “But I like this a lot better.”

He ducked down and wrapped his lips over your nipple as he kneaded and squeezed the other. You gasped at the harsh tug he gave you and you ran your fingers into his hair and arched your back into him. He continued licking and sucking until he’d gotten both sides. Pulling at your nipples and then licking the spot, the cool air drawing chills over your skin.

The attention he gave your body was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You were floating and your heart was pounding and your body was on fire.

When he pulled away you watched him get off your bed. He kept his eyes on you and your body as he unbuttoned his shirt. Every button revealing more of his masculine build, dark tattoos, him.

And you’d seen all of him before. Not his dick, not directly, but you knew it was nice. The glimpses you caught as he was naked in the pool with you told you all you needed to know.

He shrugged his shirt off onto the floor and then you noted the bulky lump under his pants. He sighed as he unbuttoned his pants and then began to pull them down his hips and his thighs. You wouldn’t take your eyes off the spectacle. You already knew his body was insane. But knowing that you were in the midst of a sexual encounter with him and that body felt surreal.

His boxer briefs hugged tightly to his erect cock and you kept your eyes on it as he pushed those down his strong thighs. When he stood upright after getting his briefs off you slid from the bed and got to your knees, as if by some invisible force. You didn’t even make the conscious decision to kneel in front of him and sit back on your calves with your eyes dragging over the healthy cock attached to the man standing in front of you.

Healthy. Sure. You could see that much. All of him was strong and healthy. Virile. But it was big. Thick, long, pretty. You hated that a small section of your brain compared him with Tyler instantly. But you couldn’t help it. It was stunning and it was just yet another thing that Tyler lacked that his father made up for.

“Look at you. Didn’t even need to tell you what to do,” he ran a hand over the back of your head, petting you like you were a well-behaved puppy.

You looked up at him with rounded eyes and parted lips. You couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth.

Harry smiled proudly down at you as he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked himself in front of your face. He watched your eyes dart from his cock to his face as you waited for him to tell you what to do next.

“Who’s cock do you wanna suck, honey?” His deep voice penetrated your skin and you were simply vibrating from everything he did and said.

“Your cock, Daddy.” You kept your eyes connected to his as you answered him. Your mouth was already pooling with saliva at the anticipation of tasting him. Of feeling him in your mouth.

His knuckles ghosted down your cheekbone with his free hand as he continued pumping his cock with his other. His tip dangerously close to your lips.

You wiggled in your spot and swallowed as you blinked up at him and he watched you wait patiently for him to start. Because he was in charge. And you knew he was.

“Go on then. Take a little sip,” he smeared the bit of precome on his tip over your lips and you nearly fainted as you grasped around his hand over his cock and closed your eyes, parting your mouth. You stuck out your tongue, cupping the underside of his head before you wrapped your lips around his tip and it was heaven. To have your mouth and tongue on him. Knowing he was going to give you another experience you’d always longed for.

You suckled and curved your tongue under him, feeling his smooth skin in your mouth as you looked up at him before attempting to go deeper.

He was glorious standing above you with his eyes on your face as you sucked him. His abs and the dark tattoos, muscled pecs, broad shoulders… All you wanted to do was choke on him. Give him the best head he’d ever gotten, feel him pushing down your throat, and hear him groaning.

He moved his hand away from his cock as you began to use your palm as an extension of your mouth, warming yourself up to take him deeper.

“You gonna slide down further, honey? Want to know what it feels like?” He softly placed his hand at the back of your head as you bobbed over him, your saliva coating him as you spread it with your hand over his shaft.

Bringing your lips back to his tip you swirled your tongue around his frenulum and pulled back, continuing to pump him with your hand in long strokes, “I want to make you feel good. I’ve never done it like this before. I’m worried about my teeth hurting you…”

He grinned down at you and rubbed your head, “That’s a good sign that you don’t want to hurt me,” he chuckled. “We’ll take it slow. Get some practice. See how deep you can handle it, okay?”

You nodded and puckered your lips to kiss his cockhead and then pressed devoted kisses down his shaft and back up to his crown before wrapping your lips back around him and cradling the bottom of his cock with your tongue as you slid down further and back to his tip.

His gravelly sigh egged you on. It sounded like he was enjoying what you were doing and that was exactly what you wanted.

You forced your eyes to look up at him so you would watch his face and his brows were already stitched together as he watched you on his cock.

“Bring your hand down to my balls, sweetheart. Squeeze gently and then I want to feel you push your throat down further on me. Okay? Let’s see how deep you can manage.”

You moaned as you moved your hand from his shaft to his scrotum and palmed at them before pressing your hands around them with care. He moaned as his eyes stayed on you.

Sucking in a deep breath through your nose you forced your mouth down further, the thick girth filling your mouth then his tip curving against the roof of your mouth and slipping against your tonsils.

You coughed around him and felt the urge to gag as you pulled back and then repeated, trying to get lower and keep him in your throat longer.

It took a few tries. You’d get as low as possible and feel the sting of your sinuses awakening tears in your eyes as you gurgled over him and pulled back for air.

On your fourth try, lips smearing down his shaft and drool wetting your chin you heard him moan loudly, “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good. Gonna get you used to this so I can fuck your mouth like you wanted. I think you can do better, though. Need help?”

You felt his hand grip the back of your head as he asked if you needed help and you moaned over his cock and pulled back, still kneading his balls softly in your palm. Sucking in a deep breath of air you nodded, tears on your face already, being the amateur that you were at deep throating, “Yeah. Push me down. My natural urge is to keep backing up once I gag but I want more of you in my throat.”

Harry’s plush pink lips raised in a grin, “Okay, baby. We'll practice this. I’m gonna push you down slowly okay? Want you to close your eyes and open wide, keep your tongue out, and take in a big breath before I do it. Yeah? Then pinch my thigh if you need me to let go. But you’re gonna need to hold your breath for a little bit because I’m gonna hold you down as far as we can get you today. Ready?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry sucked in a sharp breath at how you’d so easily fallen into calling him Daddy as he adjusted his hold on your head before helping you back onto his cock.

You opened your mouth and kept your tongue out like he told you and you felt his velvety skin slip over your tongue slowly until his tip was sliding against your tonsils and you felt that instinctive gag reflex begin to take over. But he pushed in past your tonsils and you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him curve down your throat, inch by inch as you gulped around him automatically and gagged until you were without air. He moaned loudly as your throat constricted around his tip and he pressed your head down until your nose was against his pelvis and your lips were just grazing at the base of his shaft.

“Oh fuck… just like that baby… Daddy’s gonna teach you everything you need to know. So fucking good,” you felt him thrust shallowly, pushing his tip in and pulling back slightly as he began to gently fuck your face.

You held your breath and felt his wide cock sliding in and out of your throat as he groaned and massaged the back of your head lovingly. You wanted more. Wanted to give him whatever he wanted. Loved how he was praising you and enjoying your mouth, using it how he liked.

“Shit, Y/n… Look so pretty like this for me… Oh my god…” his voice was shaky as he grunted his words.

Suddenly he pulled back until his tip was at your lips and you coughed a gasp, inhaling air as you felt your saliva drip down your chin.

“Open up, honey, keep that mouth wide open…” Harry stood over you, his hand still at the back of your head as he began to stroke himself, his tip slipping over your tongue and his guttural moans had your heart pumping wildly as you peeked up at him through the tears in your eyes.

His face was twisted up as he panted with his arm flexing as he pumped himself against your tongue. You’d long forgotten about his balls as you gripped his sturdy thighs and blinked up at him with your tongue out.

“Oh shit… fuck…” he looked down at you and your tongue as he felt his balls squeeze against his body, “Gonna come, baby… where do you want it,” his words were rushed and breathy.

“In my mouth, Daddy. Want to taste it,” you spoke quickly before opening your mouth wide again stuck your tongue out to cradle his tip and he choked out a loud moan as he began to come on your tongue, a bit getting on your lips before you pushed in closer to keep his tip in your mouth as he fucked his cock with his big palm, his knees bent slightly to get the angle right.

His string of groans and pants had you giving him an open-mouthed grin as he drained himself into your mouth and on your tongue.

Harry’s chest heaved as he emptied every last drop and then he looked down at you again, pressing his tip against your tongue over the bit of come you still had in your mouth.

You closed your lips around his tip and sucked making him hiss. He cupped your jaw and looked down at you smugly before pulling his cock from your lips, “Swallow it all down, Y/n.”

You gulped him down and kept your eyes pinned to his.

“Let me see that tongue. Show Daddy you didn’t waste anything.”

You stuck your tongue out and angled your head back so he could see down your throat and he rubbed a thumb over your cheekbone, “Gonna be so fucking good baby. It’s only gonna feel better the more practice we get. Blew me away, Y/n,” he grinned as he helped you stand up and then pulled you into his arms, his mouth finding yours.

You could feel his chest rising and falling as he was still recovering from his orgasm. Your cheeks burned hot at all the praise and confidence he gave you.

He parted from the kiss and ran his hands up your arms, “Let’s go get cleaned up and then make something to eat.”

That was something else you’d never experienced. Having a man help you clean up and touching you after a sexual encounter. You were used to Tyler rolling over and letting you clean yourself up. Good luck ever getting him to hold you after. It was like he got his and that was all he needed.

But Harry spoke to you about what you might want to eat as he wetted a clean washcloth you pulled out from your cabinet and held you against your bathroom counter as he dabbed your thighs and sensitive skin on your pussy and then last to your backside as if it were second nature. As if he’d done it to you a million times before.

And you thought you were going to settle down and get your hormones in check after giving him that blow job (which had turned you on so much your vision was blurry). You figured the cleanup process would be the furthest thing from sexy but you’d been wrong.

Maybe it was how attentive he was with you, or the way he held you in place as he spoke so nonchalantly about what you had in your refrigerator as you both stood naked in your small bathroom. Maybe it was his gaze over your body as he made sure you were taken care of and cleaned up properly.

Whatever it was, it only made your heart wallop in your chest and your pussy stay wet despite his attempts at getting you wiped.

And he knew it too. You could see the smug smile as he kept wiping at you but part of you thought he was doing it on purpose in a way. Bumping the rag against your clit might not have been an accident. Perhaps it was to keep you wanting more of him.

He handed you your shorts and t-shirt to slip on as he pulled his boxer briefs up his legs.

Harry got to work in your kitchen. It was just a simple thing for you to eat. Eggs and toast with butter which all came together rather quickly. He made some for himself as well.

It was quite something watching a man cook in your kitchen. Especially when it was Harry. His back was clear of tattoos, but you could see them on his ribs and arms as he pushed the spatula under the eggs to flip them. His lats flexing and butt filling out his briefs in a way Tyler could only wish for.

But when he turned around with two plates and brought them to your table (where you were already seated) his front was something made of dreams. His body had you in a choke hold, even at nearly twice your age the man was more attractive than maybe anyone you’d ever laid eyes on.

Even the front of his crotch where his natural bulge sat was pretty. The way the elastic band of his underwear hugged his hips, his belly button…

“One would think you hadn’t just had an orgasm, Y/n.” He grinned. You’d been caught staring at his body. You couldn’t help it.

You laughed, “You’re just really good-looking.”

Harry sat down after placing both plates on the table, taking a big bite of toast, and chewed before responding, “And you’re just really gorgeous,” his eyes trailed down your frame and to your thighs. Even clothed you felt as if he was looking at your naked body.

You swallowed down your bite of egg and laughed through your nose, putting your hand up to cover your mouth as you shook your head.

“Why are you shaking your head no?”

“I don’t know. Feels weird to just accept a compliment like that.”

“What do you mean? Did my son never tell you how breathtaking you are?”

You looked down at your plate and shook your head, “Well… no,” before looking back into his eyes, “Not really. He seemed to be annoyed by me most of the time.”

Harry hummed as he looked you over and then patted his lap, “Come here.”

You bit your lip and pushed yourself out of your chair to sit in his lap like he wanted. Harry adjusted his thighs to accommodate you comfortably and pulled your back against his chest placing a hand on the top of your thigh, “He never treated you like you deserved.” His thumb smoothed over the skin on the outside of your thigh, “I’m glad you broke up with him. Surprised you put up with it for so long.”

You smiled to yourself quietly and felt flustered. Harry was such a change from what you’d been used to. He was sweet and it seemed so genuine. But the way he took control in bed and gave you a taste of what you really wanted… Honestly, it felt like he liked you more than his son who you dated for almost two years.

Harry pushed your legs to drape off the side of his thighs so he could look at you as he picked up his fork to take a bite and chew. You smiled at him and took another bite. You were hungrier than you thought and Harry had made the perfect over-easy eggs just like you liked.

“You believe that right? That you deserved so much better.”

You blinked your eyes as you looked at him. His face was so close to yours and his lap was warm under your bottom, “I think I knew I deserved better. It’s just easier said than done. But it’s over now. So…” you shrugged.

Harry nodded as he chewed the last bite of his toast bringing his hand up to your face. You loved that he seemed to continue giving you soft touches as if he wanted to keep letting you know, even nonverbally, that you were special. And it did make you feel special. Made you feel giddy. You were sure he could feel your heart pounding.

“Well don’t ever let anyone take you for granted like that.” You could still feel his thumb dragging over your thigh.

You finished your bite as he moved his hand from your face and asked a question you’d wanted to ask since you stepped into the kitchen, “Will you stay over?”

You didn’t know what had possessed you to ask this man to stay the night. Why you felt like you had to ask. Why you felt like you didn’t want him to just leave. Perhaps you were emboldened by the closeness of him. The way he was touching you and looking at you. You guessed it was because he made you feel a little more confident.

Harry smiled as he looked down your mouth and back to your eyes, “You want me to stay?”

You widened your eyes and let your gaze fall away from his face to the wall behind him and shrugged, “If you wanted.” Now the shame and embarrassment of rejection began to rise up your spine. Of course, he’d say no. What more would he need from you?

You heard Harry sigh and then he took your chin in his hand and moved your head to look at him, “I would love to stay the night with you. I just need to warn you,” he cleared his throat as you watched him intently, “If I’m in your bed next to you all night I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off of you. Kind of like right now,” he smiled. “Is that going to bother you?”

You began to grin wider, “No. It won’t bother me. That’s kind of what I wanted.”

“Yeah? You wanted my hands on you?”

You nodded, keeping the smile on your face.

Both of your plates were empty as Harry put his hands on your hips and pulled your side flush to his chest, “Want me to fuck you, Y/n? Is that what you want?” His words were spoken against your ear.

You nodded and turned to look at him.

“Okay. You just need to be taken care of, don’t you?” He placed a hand on your jaw, his thumb rubbing down the side of your neck, “Poor thing was mistreated for too long. I’m gonna make sure you get everything you need, Y/n.”

You kept nodding as your brows pulled together. You didn’t realize how much you needed it. How much you’d been missing out on but Harry could see it. He recognized how unappreciated you’d been.

“I think you see it now, don’t you?”

“Yes. I think I do.”

Harry’s plush lips pressed into the space on your neck just under your jaw and you dropped your mouth open, tilting your neck back for him. You felt his arm wrap around your front as he slowly worked his mouth down your neck and then to the front.

When a moan rattled from your throat Harry placed his palm on the back of your neck and smudged his lips over yours before you opened your mouth to him.

You lifted your arm to bring it over his shoulder and twisted in to face him. You felt Harry’s fingers slip under your cotton t-shirt, fingers gliding up your skin until he found your breasts and ran his palms over your nipples.

The longer he played with your breasts, ghosting his fingers and knuckles over them, the more desperate you grew as his tongue pressed into yours. Chills rose over your skin and you shifted again, trying to get closer but it was impossible.

Harry parted from the kiss, “Let’s get you in bed under the covers. You’ve got goosebumps all over.”

You puffed out a laugh. The raised skin was definitely not from being chilled and you knew he knew it when he squeezed your tit and smirked down at you. Regardless, you wanted to get back in bed with him because after sucking him off you were quite turned on. No. You were very turned on. In fact, when you sat down in Harry’s lap you could tell your shorts were getting a little damp on the inside, and now that you’d shifted over his thigh on his boxer briefs, as you slid off his lap, you could see the small wet patch you’d made.

Harry kept his hands on your shoulders as he walked behind you to your bedroom and then he pulled your blankets back for you to climb in. You watched him get in next to you and pull the blankets over both of you before he dragged you against his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

The slow movement of his lips against yours and the dab of his tongue over your tongue felt like all you needed. The intimacy in the kiss was almost therapeutic. You’d been starved of affection, of spontaneity and Harry was just dousing you in it.

When you felt his hand travel down your backside and push underneath your shorts he palmed over your bottom softly before dragging his fingers down a little more and that’s when he felt how wet you were.

He smiled against your mouth, “Love how wet you get for me. Such a treat,” he ran his fingers through your folds and then pushed at your shorts to get them off.

You hurriedly helped him push them down your legs and then pulled your t-shirt off as Harry dragged his boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them off somewhere in your bed.

When you rolled to your side to face him you lowered your hand to his cock, already half hard as he pulled you in by the back of your neck to bring your mouth against his once again.

You stroked his shaft as he pushed his fingers through your folds, both moaning between kisses.

Shifting your hips you lifted your thigh to lay it over his and urged yourself toward him to move your cunt along his shaft. Harry hissed when he felt you wetting his skin.

Suddenly he pushed you to your back and he fit himself between your open thighs, taking your wrists and pushing them down to the mattress over your head, “You gotta be careful when you slide your wet pussy over my cock like that. Next time you do that I’m just gonna split you right open and fuck into you without asking first. But I’m trying to be gentleman tonight, Y/n.”

You screwed up your face and moaned, “That’s all I want, Daddy…”

Harry groaned dragging his shaft over you and you tilted your hips up so he could just press in and put you out of your misery.

Harry chuckled and let go of your wrists as he sat back and took his cock in his palm, painting himself up and down your drippy cunt, “You on birth control?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Want Daddy’s cock inside of you?”

You moaned another yes and bucked your hips toward him.

The grin on his face was almost sinister as he took your hands and pulled them down to the insides of your knees pressing your thighs back against your chest, “Hold yourself open like this for me.”

You gripped the back of your knees and kept yourself angled and spread for him, your knees pressed to either side of your tits when you felt him dragging his cock through your crease slowly, his eyes moving from your face to your pussy.

“Need some relief, Y/n?” He teasingly pressed his ruddy tip to your entrance, pushing slightly before sliding his cock upward to bump into your clit.

“Please, Daddy!”

That sinister grin widened as he lined himself back up to your hole, “Look at me. Want you to pay close attention to who’s fucking you.”

The slow press of his fat head through your slippery muscle had you both dropping your mouths open.

“Ohhh…” you gasped as you felt him sliding through your insides and then pull back to his tip. He nudged his way in again slowly, finding himself deeper every time he pushed his way in. You were wrapped around his cock tightly as he continued rearing himself back and then pushing forward, letting your body get used to his girth inch by inch.

The moment you felt him tucked in deep, pressing into your cervix you wiggled under him and whined as he stilled his hips, keeping himself lodged inside of you as his cock twitched in satisfaction.

He brought his hand up to your face and squeezed your cheeks, making your lips open wider and you automatically stuck your tongue out as he leaned over your face and spat into your mouth.

You rolled your eyes into the back of your head and moaned as you swallowed his saliva down your throat and then you felt him shift, his palms at the back of your thighs, pressing you down into the bed as he pulled out to his tip and then rutted his hips forward, burying himself into the hilt with one swift thrust. And then he did it again and again until you could hear the slap of his skin against yours as the bedsprings bounced loudly in time with his motions.

Harry watched his cock disappear into your cunt and then up to the sight of your tits bouncing every time he slammed into you.

Your moans were gurgled as you struggled to make use of your voice with how deep he was penetrating you and how hard he was going at it.

Your slick walls were so warm and inviting, so perfect for his cock to fuck into. He couldn’t believe his son wouldn’t want to give you what you wanted. Who would throw away the chance to have you the way he was getting to?

“God, look at you, baby…” Harry panted as he slowed his hips and ground into you sharply, “Perfect pussy for Daddy’s cock. Needs stuffed full like this, yeah?” He continued circling his hips against yours, his cock reaching into your guts, the wet sound lewd and dirty.

You looked at his face as he pulled back slightly and then pushed in again, pasting his hips against yours, and leaning over you.

He pulled your hands away from the backs of your knees, and urged your legs down, your feet hitting the mattress as he thrust, his thighs flexing as he worked himself in and out slowly, “How does it feel, baby?”

The new angle provided your clit with the much-needed friction you craved as his pelvis rubbed over you.

“Feels so good. You’re so deep…” you breathed your words.

Harry’s hand found your jaw and his thumb swiped over your lips as you opened and wrapped your mouth around his digit and began to suck immediately.

His deep plunges didn’t let up as he looked down at you with your lips around his thumb. He hadn’t intended for you to take it in your mouth. He just wanted to touch your pouty bottom lip as he fucked you but he loved how eager you were to suck on his thumb.

He let out a shaky breath as he pressed his balls against you and moved his hand away, “Fuck baby… Need all your holes filled don’t you?”

The squelch of his cock breaching your cunt was answer enough. You were so wet and desperate for him that he could feel it and see it in your face as you nodded with your brows scrunched.

His hand moved to your neck, fingers pressing tentatively into the sides of your throat as he rocked into you.

Your mouth parted and you let out a guttural moan at the feel of his hand on your neck. He wasn’t squeezing hard but it felt so hot knowing he could hurt you but wouldn’t.

“You do like that…” he breathed, the front of his thighs against the back of yours as he languidly plunged in deep, “Fuck, baby… you might just be perfect for me.”

Your sob came out choked as you clasped your hands around his forearm that held you down by your neck. You wanted to respond to him but all that you could manage was mangled gulps.

And your head began to spin when your body gave in to him. You handed yourself over completely to his whim as you looked into his eyes. All you wanted to do was to make him feel good, make him want more and more and more.

The gushy wetness of your pussy being fucked into gave Harry a good idea of how much you were enjoying him. How good his cock felt inside of you.

“Is that the spot, right there?” He moaned as he slid his dick through your cunt and felt the bump along your front wall, his tip pressing into it with each pass.

You gurgled as your lips gaped and he squeezed a little more, “It is, isn’t it? Daddy’s gonna learn all your yummy spots, inside and out. Yeah? You gonna let me do that, honey? Gonna let me stick my cock in every one of your little holes and find out what makes you tick?”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head again as you began to shake. You’d never been choked before and even though you could tell Harry was taking it easy on you, it felt like floating in fluffy clouds and tasting rich chocolate cream on your tongue. All of your senses were heightened, your heart hammered in your chest as your pussy fluttered around him nearing your release.

“Oh that feels good, doesn’t it? Listen to how wet you are… the way your pussy sounds taking Daddy’s cock.”

He loosened his grip on your neck and you gasped before moaning loudly, “Yes… please, Daddy… you feel so good… I need you…”

Harry groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy, “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock? Come for Daddy, baby…” His words were panted and strained as he spoke.

His hips were glued to yours as he rutted himself inward, your clit smearing against him as he kept his balls pressed against your ass and you began to unravel under him with a loud moan.

He coughed out a groan as he watched you lose it under him with a loud cry and he gently constricted his fingers around your neck as you clenched over him.

He could feel you vibrating and gushing around him and he released your neck, placing his palms on the mattress next to your shoulders, and began to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm as he moaned and cooed at you.

Long strokes of his thick cock, as you spasmed around him, sent you into outer space. The sound of wet sex and your creaking bed frame sounded in the room as you cried out.

Harry watched your pretty face as he railed into you with sloppy thrusts. But the moment your cries turned into soft moans and your tensed muscles began to relax as you came down from your high Harry slid his length out of your cunt and pumped his cock, spurting warm come on your tummy and your tits with a deep moan.

Your chest heaved as you watched his arm flex with each stroke of his cock and his abs clenched in his orgasm. You were still floaty and buzzy but you wouldn’t miss watching his face as he milked his cock, draining himself over your skin.

“Fuck…” he breathed as he watched his come paint stripes over your breasts.

It’d been too long since he’d had sex with anyone and you were quite the special treat. Young and pretty with a kinky side he didn’t find in most people he tried dating after his ex-wife. Even she wasn’t that kinky.

But you… You were perfect. He could give you what you wanted. Could show you things most men your age wouldn’t know about.

Harry let go of his cock as he breathed heavily and cupped your face, “You okay?”

You nodded and gave him a soft smile, your eyes lulling open and shut, “Yes, Daddy…” you whispered.

Harry grinned at how cute you were and pushed himself up and off the bed, “Stay right here angel. I’ll be right back.”

The next thing you knew he was wiping you up and kissing your arm and up your neck, “Such a good girl, Y/n.”

His soft words were like a tranquilizer. You could hardly keep your eyes open as he turned off your lamp and then climbed into bed behind you, pulling your back into his chest. All you knew was how warm his skin felt and how comforting his scent was as you sighed and allowed yourself to drift off in the calm of his embrace.

You had never slept so soundly in all your life. One moment you were dozing off and the next an alarm was going off and Harry was shifting behind you to tap his phone, making the noise stop abruptly.

You felt his mouth on your neck and then his whispered words were warm at the back of your ear, “I have to go, sweetheart.”

You groaned and pouted when you remembered it was Friday and you both had to work. In an ideal world, you’d have him stay all day in your bed with you. You pulled his arms tighter around your middle so he couldn’t get up.

You felt his chuckle bounce off your neck, “You're too cute. I don’t want to leave either but I have to. And you should get up too. It’s 7.”

Letting go of his arms he slid himself away from you and you sat up, feeling the slightest ache between your legs.

Reluctantly you stepped down from your bed with a frown and Harry tugged at your hand, pulling you toward him, “Don’t pout. If you want to see me again all you have to do is give me a ring. Yeah?” He raised his brows at you as you nodded.

“See? Pretty easy huh? Said your roommate’s out all weekend?” He smoothed his hands up and down your bare arms.

“Yeah,” you nodded and kept your eyes locked on his.

“Give me a smile, Y/n,” Harry smudged his thumb at the corner of your mouth and you slowly brought the edges of your lips up in a grin.

“There we go,” he gazed at your face, “We had fun. Didn’t we?”

“Yeah. That was fun,” you laughed, suddenly feeling shy.

Harry pressed his mouth to your cheek and then let you go as he picked up the clothes on your floor to dress himself. You slid your t-shirt on and watched him before following him out of your room toward your door.

He grinned at you, his hair was a mess and he had sleep lines on his face from being smushed into the pillow. You thought he looked so soft and sweet like this.

“You know what to do if you want to see me. Yeah?”

You nodded and smiled as he gave you a quick kiss before letting himself out your door.

A quiet squeal of glee fell from your mouth as you rushed to grab your cell phone. You pulled up your messages app and texted Harry right away.

Can you come over tonight?

PART 3

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