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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 15:00:09 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Jordan lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the edge of the couch. My heart pounded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My cheeks flushed at the sight of it—had he planned this? Had he really been thinking about this as much as I had?
He caught my expression and chuckled softly. “I like to be prepared,” he said, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. “Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded, my breath hitching as his slick fingers pressed against my the ring around my hole, teasing me with gentle, circular motions. The initial pressure made me tense, but he leaned down, kissing me softly, his other hand stroking my thigh in reassurance.
“Just breathe,” his voice like velvet. “I’ll go slow, at first.” Then he winked.
I took a shaky breath, focusing on the warmth of his hand on my thigh and the soft murmur of his voice. his touch was firm but patient, his fingers easing into my ass with a tortuous slowness that made me gasp. The initial stretch to my virgin hole burned, but his soothing words and gentle kisses melted the tension from my body.
“Good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
The pet name sent a thrill down my spine, and I relaxed under his touch, letting him guide me. As his fingers worked deep inside of me, the discomfort faded, replaced by a sensation that made my toes curl. He moved expertly, curling his fingers inside me until he found the spot that made me cry out, my body arching off the couch.
“There it is,” he said, his lips curving into a smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”
I could only nod, my breath hitching as he pressed against that spot again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My cock twitched back to life against my stomach, already half-hard again despite the powerful orgasm I’d just had.
“Please,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. “Jordan, I need you.”
His eyes darkened at my words, and he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling achingly empty. But before I could protest, he slicked himself up, putting the head of his cock at my opening. He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine as he paused.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want this,” I said without hesitation, my hands gripping his broad shoulders. “I want you.”
That was all he needed. With a slow, steady motion, he pushed inside me, his cock stretching me in a way that was both overwhelming and wonderful. I gasped, clutching at him as he filled me completely, his body pressed flush against mine.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel so good. So tight, baby.”
The pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he began to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first, giving me time to adjust. But as my body relaxed, his pace quickened, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, building with every movement until I was moaning his name, begging him for more.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck. “So perfect.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle made me see stars. His cock hit that spot inside me with every thrust, and I was completely undone, my nails digging into his back as I cried out.
“I’m close,” he rasped, his movements growing erratic. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Come inside me,” I begged, the words tumbling out before I could think. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”
With a deep growl, he buried himself to the hilt. I felt the tightening weight of his sack against me as his cock flooded into me in hot, pulsing jets. My body clenched around him, milking every drop as his hips slowed, then pressed deep, making sure I felt every inch of him. His release was searing hot, pulsing inside me with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. I moaned, my back arching instinctively as the fullness nearly overwhelmed me.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re incredible,” his voice thick with satisfaction yet still tinged with hunger.
As he moved again, slowly pulling back and thrusting forward, I realized he wasn’t stopping. His cock slid effortlessly back inside me, pushing his cum—now foaming—further into me with every motion. The slickness between us amplified everything, the soft, wet sounds and the warmth of him above me.
“Oh fuck…!” I whispered, unsure whether I was begging him to stop or to keep going. My body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the raw intensity he was creating.
“You can take it,” he replied, his voice both reassuring and commanding. “And I’m going to make sure you feel every last bit of me.”
He shifted slightly, angling his hips just enough to hit that spot inside me that made me cry out. My hands gripped the couch as my body responded instinctively, my toes curling and thighs shaking as he pushed me closer to the edge once more. The sensation built rapidly, intense and all-consuming, until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a choked cry, I arched my back as my cock ejaculated, thick and hot, coating my stomach and even splashing against my chest. My body quaked beneath him, gasping for air, my head spinning from the sheer intensity of release.
He paused, his gaze traveling over my body, his expression shifting into something darker, more possessive. “Look at you,” he murmured, leaning down. “So fucking beautiful.”
He lowered himself, his tongue darting out to taste the evidence of my loins. The sensation sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me as he licked a line across my stomach, his movements tender and caring. When he reached my chest, his lips pressed soft kisses against my skin before his tongue flicked out again, gathering every last drop.
“You really taste like heaven,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. His tongue traced the edge of my jaw before he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I could do this all night.”
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After what felt like hours, I finally had to pull myself away from Jordan, my legs still shaky as I climbed the stairs to my room. My body hummed with satisfaction, every nerve alive and tingling.
I opened my bedroom door, expecting nothing but the stillness of the night. Instead, I froze in the doorway.
Matt was there.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his pants around his ankles, one hand wrapped tightly around his cock. His head snapped up the moment I walked in, his face flushing red with both embarrassment and frustration.
Shit! It was Matt’s room, not mine!
“Dude! What the fuck?” he hissed, scrambling to cover himself with a pillow. “Knock or something!”
I was too stunned to respond, my eyes darting from his flushed face to the evidence of his erection still tenting the pillow.
Comments
Jules
Whooooooopsidaisies!
Devin
Such a hot story. I was waiting for Matt to walk in on him and his dad and feed him his dick. Instead he walks in on Matt. Since it’s so late, Matt has to be jacking off after seeing him and his dad together. No matter what, I hope he and Jordan start a relationship. Jordan was the perfect lover and hopefully, he was sincere with everything he said. Totally hot story!
