Page 15 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
He lifted his ass for more as he did, taking everything I gave him. And in the process, he gave back so much more.
Only one night,I reminded myself, even as I felt a sense of ownership in this body laid across my legs, this ass under my hand, my control. The more noise he made, the closer he edged to climax, the more the beast inside me puffed up and purred with pleasure.
Mine. So perfect, and all mine…
But that was a fantasy.
I reined myself in before I could go too far for either of us. I gentled my blows. I smoothed his hot skin.
Cooper’s breath was ragged. “I didn’t say stop.”
“No. I decided it was time.”
“But—”
“It’s time,” I said firmly. “On your knees.”
Cooper slid off my lap, so boneless he puddled on the floor at first. I reached down, clasping his face. “You good?”
He nodded. “I was close.”
I tapped his lips playfully. “Pay the piper, then you’ll get yours.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s sexy.”
“Suck my dick like a good boy. Is that better?”
He flushed but straightened his posture, parting his lips. Yeah, he wanted a taste. I stood, freeing my painfully throbbing cock. His eyes fixed on it. I was thick, wide. I’d stretch even that generous, sassy mouth of his.
I pressed the tip right up to his lips and slid into fucking bliss.
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COOPER
My pulse fluttered in my throat, my skin tingling everywhere—but especially on my ass—as I went to my knees for Trace. Maybe it should have been weird, hearing him call me a good boy, but it felt natural. Playful, but also honest. And there was a part of me that reveled in it, knowing how much pleasure he was taking in this exchange, even though it felt as if he’d given me all the pleasure.
But now it was my turn.
Jeans still rucked down to my thighs, shirt still on, I parted my lips for him. Trace opened his pants, feeding me his cock. This, I knew how to do. Blowjobs were generally my hookup go-to, so I worked my tongue and lips, giving him as much pleasure as I could, my body still feeling like a live wire that might throw off sparks at any moment it was running so hot.
“That’s it,” he murmured, rocking his hips gently while he latched one hand on to my hair. “Don’t touch yourself until I say so, boy.”
Despite the stern words, Trace was incredibly gentle. I’d half expected him to try to throat-fuck me in a show of dominance, but that wasn’t Trace. He murmured encouragement and praise, touching my face and hair, until we both trembled with pent-up ecstasy.
That gentleness was harder to take than the spanking. It made me want to shatter and release not just the climax that kept dancing closer, but everything else too. All the muddled emotions I kept shoved down deep. My chest tightened, my heart squeezed. Why was a hot hookup affecting me so deeply?
I’d been so close to coming when he’d spanked me, it had been a revelation. My cock had been getting plenty of stimulation, pressed between his legs and rubbing the denim of his jeans and the softer bedspread. But the real thrill had been the way my body responded to that large hand coming down on me, my skin flushing, stinging, tingling with awareness. Even though his hand only ever touched my ass, switching from cheek to cheek, that tingling warmth spread and spread, until I’d reached this state—fucking vibrating with the need to come.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. My body was coiled tight, poised for the biggest explosion I’d ever experienced.
“Stroke yourself now,” Trace finally said. “Let’s come together.”
I sucked him harder, deeper as I reached for my cock, knowing that once I gave in to touching myself, it would be over quickly. He groaned as I opened my throat and swallowed around him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand tightening enough to pull my hair.
The pain shot sparks through me, straight down to my balls. I stroked myself hard and fast, and my climax raced at me like a runaway train.
