Blake Hart
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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-10-11 14:30:02 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
I couldn’t believe what was happening. The feel of his strong body pressed against mine, his lips devouring me, was more than I’d ever fantasized. Jordan’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as his mouth moved to my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses that made me gasp.
“You’ve been looking at me all day,” he rasped against my skin, his voice rough. “Did you think I didn’t notice?”
I couldn’t speak. My breaths came in shallow gasps as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below my ear. My fingers trailed down his back, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath his skin. I wanted to tell him how long I’d wanted this, how many nights I’d lain awake imagining what it would feel like to touch him, to taste him. But all I could do was moan as his hands slipped under the waistband of my boxer briefs cupping my ass and pulling me closer.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, his voice dark and almost feral. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
His words sent a shiver straight through me. My hands found the drawstring of his sweatpants, tugging them down as I bit my lip, trying to steady my shaking hands. His cock smacked free, thick and heavy, and I froze for a moment, my mouth going dry.
“Don’t stop now,” he said, smirking as he watched my wide-eyed expression. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
I swallowed hard, my hands wrapping around his thick and manly cock. The feel of him, hot and pulsing in my grip, made my so horny and my own dick ache almost painfully. I stroked him slowly, relishing the way his body tensed under my touch.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch. “Just like that.”
His reaction emboldened me. I leaned down, my lips brushing against the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum hit my tongue as I worked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and letting my tongue swirl around his shaft. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I moved, and the guttural moans spilling from his lips sent a thrill through me.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he coaxed, his voice strained. “Better than I ever imagined.”
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his as I took him even deeper, my throat tightening around him. I did not miss him saying he had imagined this before. Jordan further cursed under his breath, his hips jerking slightly as I picked up the pace. Spit dripped down my chin as I worked his wet and substantial meaty stick with sloppy enthusiasm, my hands stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach.
“Jesus, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warned, his grip on my hair tightening. “You want it?”
I nodded, moaning softly around him as he began to thrust gently into my mouth. His breathing grew ragged, his cock pulsing against my tongue as he reached his orgasm. With a low groan, he shot his cum into my mouth, hot and salty, and I swallowed every drop, my own cock throbbing as I licked him clean.
Jordan pulled me up onto the couch, his hands cradling my face as he kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine as if to taste himself. When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into mine, filled with something I couldn’t quite place, desire, maybe, or something deeper.
“That was incredible,” he said, his voice still hoarse. “But we’re just getting started.”
Before I could respond, he put me onto my back, his hands down in my boxers. I gasped as his lips trailed down my chest, his stubble grazing my skin and leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake.
My back arched against the couch as his lips trailed lower, his hands were strong, firm as they gripped my thighs, spreading them apart. His mouth hovered over my waistline, teasing me, and I could feel his breath hot over my skin.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. His words sent a rush of warmth through me, and before I could process them, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers and slid them down, leaving me completely bare.
I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, my erection standing painfully hard against my stomach. Jordan paused, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me feel exposed and wanted all at once.
“You’re so perfect Wyatt,” he said softly, almost to himself. Then, without warning, he leaned down and took my dick into his mouth.
A choked moan escaped my lips as his warm, wet tongue swirled around my head, teasing the sensitive slit before taking me deeper. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as he worked me with a skill and confidence that left me breathless. His mouth was relentless, his lips tight around my shaft as he sucked me in, his tongue flicking and stroking in ways that made my vision blur.
“Oh, my god,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Jordan…”
His hot mouth around me, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through my body. One of his hands gripped my thigh then my ass cheeks, holding me still, then his other hand reached up to tease my nipples, sending another wave of sensation straight to my spine. I could feel the tension building rapidly, the pleasure building in my stomach and nuts like a spring ready to snap at any moment.
“Jordan, I’m gonna...” I tried to warn him, but he didn’t pull back. If anything, he doubled down, taking me even deeper until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a strangled cry, I came, my jizz hitting the back of his throat in hot, long waves. He swallowed every drop, his mouth working me through the aftershocks until I was a trembling mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled away, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.
I could barely catch my breath, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. But Mr. Carter still wasn’t finished. He climbed back onto the couch, his strong body looming over mine as he captured my lips in another searing kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, the rawness of it sending a fresh surge of horniness through me.
“You’ve got more in you, don’t you?” he rasped hoarsely against my lips, his hands sliding down to cup my ass. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Comments
Jules
I’m so glad for these two that they can finally stop imagining!
Blake
Thank you so much! That really means the world to me Devin :)
Devin
What a hot story and what a great writer you are Blake. The line “his stubble grazing my skin and leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake.” Pure poetry! You are so talented! Yes you can write some incredibly hot scenes, but it is your writing that captivates me. Thank you Blake
