“Don’t make a sound,” he said. “You don’t want someone to hear, and then I’m going to have to stop.”
Just the thought of them doing something naughty, had her biting her lip to stop moaning out loud. He leaned forward, took a nipple between his teeth, and bit just enough to cause a little pain, and yet more pleasure, between her thighs as her clit seemed to pulse for more.
The walls of her pussy rippled around his length, squeezing him tightly.
Jackson let go, soothing out the nipple with his tongue. He did exactly the same to her other nipple, being sure to create enough pain that it was on the verge of pleasure, and taking her out of her mind with need.
He released her, and then pulled out of her pussy so that only the tip remained, and he plunged right back inside, going to the hilt within her.
“Fuck!” they both said at the same time.
Staring into his eyes, Rebecca held onto the edge of the desk, and began to thrust onto his cock, taking him deeply inside her. She couldn’t resist looking down at where they were together. His rock-hard cock was sliding between the lips of her pussy. Every time she saw his shaft, she saw how slick he was from his own arousal.
She was so close to another orgasm. She let go of the desk and reached between her thighs, touching his dick as he slid within her, and then caressing her clit.
“That’s it, babe, make yourself come all over my cock.”
Watching him, feeling him, it was everything she hoped it would be, verging on the forbidden, utterly dirty, and yet so fucking perfect. This was every single dream wrapped in one, and worth the past few years of watching him.
She came, calling out his name, spreading wider for him as he began to pound harder and deeper within her.
The grip on her waist tightened, and with a yell, he pulled out, wrapping his fingers around his length, and began to spill each little drop of milky white cum onto her stomach. With anyone else she would have found it a turn off, and not been interested at all. Jackson was different. She watched as he spilled his seed on her stomach, and she felt … amazing.
The pulse of arousal didn’t stop even as he finished, and they both were panting. He stood watching her, and she saw on his desk, legs wide, looking like a little slut after his cream.
Neither of them spoke. She didn’t know what to say.
There was nothing they could say as they both heard Bella in the distance, and they both panicked.
Jackson wiped away his seed, and she did her best to try to not blush. Within seconds they were both dressed, and she quickly collapsed on his couch and he behind the computer again when Bella walked in.
Maybe not all of her dreams had come true.
****
Jackson had fucked Rebecca on his desk, and he didn’t feel bad about it, not one little bit. If anything, he wanted to go again, and again. Her pussy had been so tight, and so perfect. She had squeezed him like a fucking fist, and when he came, he’d wanted nothing more than to slide deep into her cunt, and spill every single drop of spunk inside her, and then step back, watching as it spilled from between her lips. He’d have captured his cum, and pressed it right back inside, claiming her as his own.
Rebecca had loved every second of their time together. She had been so beautiful, so responsive, and she had turned him on even more, especially when she touched her clit, and started to make herself come.
That’s how he loved his sex, where they both got enjoyment out of it. He liked to fuck, he liked to be in charge, and he liked to fucking take and to taste her pussy, every second of their time together. Could Rebecca handle that? He’d experienced a lot since his wife passed, and not once had he been so aroused, so in the moment that he hadn’t cared if his daughter had walked in. Rebecca had awakened something inside him. Right now, she was sleeping. Bella had walked in, and they had a talk. He knew he needed to help her with Alaric. Once he did, he could focus all of his attention on these feelings that were building inside him.
He loved his daughter, and Bella would come first. Right now, she was hurting, and he had to help her. Even as he thought about that, he couldn’t stop thinking about the twinkle in Rebecca’s eye as he slid inside her, or the way her neck had arched as he slid deep. Her pussy had welcomed him. Not just her pussy though, she had welcomed him. Running fingers through his hair, he tried to focus, tried to think about something else, but it was next to impossible to do so.
Staring at the spot of his desk, he stood from his sofa, and walked toward it, stroking the very spot that Rebecca’s ass had been. Would it be so wrong to have her again? He wanted her, and his cock thickened at the memory of her tight pussy squeezing around him. It was wrong for the both of them, and yet even as he thought it, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to completely own her.
Rebecca was a beautiful soul. Her fire and spirit had helped his daughter when she had needed it most. In the beginning, he had always thought she was a troublemaker, or at least not the right kind of girl for his daughter. She had been inquisitive, curious, and often led Bella into a great deal of trouble.
Only, she had been the one true friend to stay with Bella through life.
It didn’t matter how he tried to analyze his thoughts, or justify what had happened. He had fucked Rebecca, and it had been one of the best experiences of his life, one he wanted to repeat.
But he wouldn’t.
Simple as that.
Even as he thought it, he was hit with a wave of sadness. He didn’t want it to be the last time.
Being a man with morals was downright fucking depressing. For once he just wanted to throw caution to the wind, and say fuck it.