While My Boyfriend Watches (5 page)

What if he’d gotten her pregnant? I didn’t
even want to think about it. Hopefully, since it only happened
once, there was nothing to worry about.

I glanced over at Emily again and the
expression on her pretty face yanked me out of my thoughts. Her
cheeks were flushed and her soft pink lips were parted, like we
were watching a thriller instead of the stupid romantic comedy my
mom had picked out.

My eyes dropped lower, moving over the curve
of her breasts and her flat stomach until they reached her thighs,
spotting the reason for the change in Emily. My dad’s large hand
was resting on her thigh, just under where her skirt ended.

“What are you doing?” I cried. I looked up,
meeting his eyes.

He flashed me a taunting grin. “Emily, why
don’t you come sit on my lap?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and
one that my girlfriend quickly obeyed. Emily scooted over and moved
onto his lap. She shot me a pleading look, but I didn’t know what
she expected me to do. I wanted to protest, to tell him that his
sick game had gone on for too long and that I would tell my mom and
Emily’s parents what really happened. But I knew they wouldn’t
believe me.

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.

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 girlfriend would be pregnant
with my baby.

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

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