While My Boyfriend Watches Page 4
I sat stiffly, unable to keep from peeking to the side. His hands were around her waist, but other than that, he wasn’t doing anything but watching the screen. Still, I couldn’t relax, praying the minutes would hurry so the movie would end and Emily could go home.
“Get up, Emily.” A wave of hope rushed through me, but it was shattered by his next words. “Let’s get a little more comfortable.”
He unbuckled his belt as my heart fell into my stomach. Emily’s body tensed at the noise as she realized what was happening behind her back. When he unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out, I miserably thought that it was clear we weren’t related by blood.
“Bend over, Emily.”
She did as she was told, sticking her ass out with her hands resting on her knees. He reached under her skirt, grabbing her panties and pulling the scant white fabric down around her thighs. Pushing her skirt up, he exposed her bare ass. Her plump pussy lips were visible between her thighs. She was completely smooth and I could see wetness glistening at her entrance. Despite the circumstances, my cock stirred at the sight of her bare and spread before me, going from soft to rock hard in three seconds flat.
“Brandon, you don’t seem to be paying any attention to the movie.” His voice yanked me from my lustful thoughts and returned me to the twisted reality of the situation. “Why don’t you go on up to bed? Don’t worry, I’ll get Emily home safely.”
His tone left no room for debate. I stood, cursing my erection and his cruelty. I glanced down at my girlfriend as I passed her, looking at her with her hands on her knees and her bare ass in front of another man’s face.
I walked into the hallway, thinking about how wet Emily was. The other week, I could hear the sloppy noises her pussy made as he’d slammed into her. Still, I’d made myself believe that she was so wet then because she and I had been fooling around first.
But now I couldn’t deny the truth. I knew two things were true. One was that I would never be able to satisfy Emily like he could. And the second was that I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all that night as I thought of my Emily downstairs with my dad.
As I reached the stairs, my girlfriend’s sharp moan floated down the hallway, her lusty cry alerting me that my dad had just entered her pussy.
Mr. North
I clamped a hand over Emily’s mouth, bringing my lips to her ear. “Shhh. Be quiet, nasty girl. You wouldn’t want your boyfriend to hear you moaning for my cock, would you?”
Dropping my hand, I palmed her breast, giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze. My cock throbbed as her tiny cunt enveloped me. She was so warm, so wet, and so goddamn tight. Brandon didn’t know how to handle a girl like Emily, so I’d done them both a favor by fucking her first.
When I found her in Brandon’s room the other day, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from manipulating the situation to get a taste of the pussy I’d been wondering about from the first moment I saw her. Fucking her was even better than I’d imagined, and finding out she was still a virgin had been the cherry on top.
“Oh god,” she whimpered now, her voice breathy. “I can’t be quiet when your cock is stretching me open like this.”
“You need to get used to it. This isn’t the last time I’ll be fucking you.” I pinched her nipple, making her moan as I tweaked the stiff pebble.
“Mr. North, this is so wrong. What if your wife hears?”
My wife was a heavy sleeper, but Emily didn’t know that. “Then she’ll come down, see you riding my cock, and realize what a whore you are. And you couldn’t claim that you don’t want it. Your moans tell the whole story. My wife would tell your parents, of course, so they could know what a shameless slut their daughter is. And then the whole town would probably find out you’re the kind of shameless slut who gets off on fucking her boyfriend’s dad.”
“That’s not true,” she moaned. “Oh god, Mr. North, please… that’s not true.”
Her tight heat told me everything I needed to know. She was getting wetter, her pussy bathing my cock in her creamy juices. “What isn’t true? That you’re a shameless slut? That you love getting fucked by me?”
“That’s not true. None of it.” She could barely manage to get the words out around her moans.
“Lying is what got you here in the first place. If you’d told the truth the other day, you wouldn’t be sitting on my cock right now. Why don’t you try telling the truth, Emily? I’m much nicer to girls who don’t lie.”
I grabbed her long brown hair, yanking on it as I pushed her off my cock. “Get on your knees.”
She scrambled to the floor, kneeling between my thighs. I reached down, yanking her tits over the top of her shirt. “That’s better. Now start sucking.”
Emily obeyed, taking me into her mouth and closing her lips around my shaft. Her mouth felt like warm, wet heaven on my cock as she swirled her tongue over it, moving up and down. Two weeks had passed since I fucked her for the first time, and every day I thought of when- not if- I’d fuck her again. My balls tingled as she sucked, ready to shoot hot cum down her throat, but I held back. I knew I’d be ready to go again right away, but I wanted to deposit the full, sticky load directly between her thighs.
I fisted her hair, once again using it to guide her as I pulled her up. She stood as I grabbed her hips, bringing her down to straddle my lap. I easily slid into her wet heat, growing harder as she moaned with obvious pleasure at the pain of having my cock force her open.
Dipping my head, I took her nipple in my mouth, biting one pink peak before moving to the other. Emily tangled her hands through my hair, whimpering as my tongue flicked her nipples. Her pussy pulsed thickly, teasing my cock.
I grabbed her ass in both hands, gripping her skin as I thrust upward into her soft flesh. She tilted her head back, unable to keep her moans from escaping as I bounced her up and down on my hardness, her perky tits jiggling in my face as I fucked her roughly. Her walls clenched and released around my shaft, a sure sign that she was on the verge of orgasm.
“Beg for my cum,” I commanded.
“Mr. North, please. Just think about it.” Her voice was breathy as she spoke through her moans. “You already did once. If I get pregnant…”
I could feel her pussy spasming wildly around my cock, her excitement growing. It was obvious that even if her mind wanted to fight it, her body wanted my cum. “Emily, getting pregnant is one of the risks of being a slut. You need to accept that you’re a whore and that I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”
“Mr. North…” she moaned, her resolve obviously weak.
“I told you to beg for my cum.” I slammed into her harder, my groin aching with the need to fill her.
She broke, giving in to what we both wanted. “I want your cum, Mr. North. Please, fill my pussy with your cum. Please, please, please!”
I erupted, thrusting hard into her pussy, spearing her with my cock as her moans filled the room. Her pussy contracted wildly as she came, milking my cock as I inundated her cunt with cum. I held Emily against my lap, grinding deep into her tight pink hole as I filled my son’s girlfriend with my seed.
When I’d given her every last drop and she finally stopped coming, I eased her off my cock. “Put your panties on.”
I stood, pulling my pants up over my still-hard cock and buckling my belt. She did as I told her to, grabbing her panties and slipping them up her thighs as she watched me, her cheeks flushed pink. I wanted her to stick around so I could play with her some more, but I knew it wasn’t the best idea.
It was getting late and I wanted to make sure to get her home on time. If things went my way- and they always did- Emily would be spending many more nights at the North house with her parents’ approval. Of course, their approval would be short-lived, since I knew it wouldn’t be long before fucking Emily without protection resulted in the ultimate consequence of regularly spilling my seed inside her tight pussy.
I smiled as I grabbed my car keys, thinking of the inevitable day when my son’s girl
friend would be pregnant with my baby.
If you enjoyed While My Boyfriend Watches, you’ll also enjoy Taking His Girl by Lexi Arabella.
Description: Callie is saving herself for marriage, but it’s getting harder and harder to keep from going too far with her boyfriend Tyler. Unable to resist temptation any longer, she plans to give Tyler her virginity on prom night. But little does Callie know, her boyfriend's dad, Mr. Donovan, discovers their naughty plan and decides if anyone is going to have innocent Callie, it will be him.
An excerpt from Taking His Girl:
“I’m supposed to be out of town? If we’re talking about how things are supposed to be, you’re definitely not supposed to be in my son’s room, straddling him with your tits practically popping over the top of that damn dress.” I looked over her. The skimpy pink dress Callie had on barely covered her tits or her pussy. “Your father let you out of the house looking like that?”
She was backed against a wall now and looking up at me, her bottom lip trembling. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Donovan.”
I hit my fist against the wall beside her and lowered my face to hers. “That’s not what I asked you, Callie. Answer the damn question. Did your father let you out of the house looking like a whore?”
“No, Mr. Donovan.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I changed out of my prom dress.”
“So your daddy doesn’t know you’re here fucking my son? Well, he’ll find out soon enough. Come on.” I grabbed her arm, ready to drag her from the room. I’d deal with Tyler later.
“Wait, Mr. Donovan!” Callie cried. “Please, wait! I didn’t, I swear I didn’t have sex with Tyler. He’s asleep, look!”
I turned my attention to Tyler for the first time since I’d entered the room. He was fully clothed and his head was leaning to the side, his mouth hanging open. I loosened my grip on Callie’s arm and she rubbed the area where I’d left red marks. Looking at Tyler, I could tell that he was truly asleep, in the tell-tale slumber from passing out after drinking. The little shit had fucked up his chance of taking Callie’s virginity tonight because he’d had too much to drink.
When I looked back at Callie, the rage that had taken hold of me quickly transformed into a different kind of feeling as an idea took shape in my mind.
Well, now Tyler wouldn’t get a chance to ever take her virginity, and not because I was going to tell her parents. No, it was because Callie was still going to lose her virginity tonight, but it would be me who took it.
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While My Boyfriend Watches
Copyright 2014 by Lexi Arabella
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