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Here is a new chapter in the series. Thanks for all the nice feedback - I think this will be the final installment, but am always interested in new ideas. Hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to support this great site at support.nifty.org
/Mike J
My Future Son-in-law -- Part 7
As I entered my new flat in London, sliding the key into the lock with the swirling golden door knocker, I could almost taste the emptiness waiting inside. I half-expected my past life to greet me with a furrowed brow. The years of accumulated memories had been erased with by my own doing. I stepped through the threshold and caught a fleeting glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. The man who stared back at me had the familiar facade of success - the tailored suit, the polished shoes, the sharp jawline. But beneath that veneer, I saw the turmoil brewing in my soul. A storm had touched down in my life, and there was no sheltering its wrath. I had left Karen, my wife of over two decades, after being discovered in a most inopportune moment with our daughter's fiancé Tom, fucking him senseless. Neither Karen nor Chloe would forgive me , and I couldn't quite blame them. Since that fateful night in Costa Rica, I had been swallowed by disgrace, a misery I had designed for myself.
The divorce proceedings between Karen and me had been rushed, a formality extinguished with a signature. Chloe, who had once worked as a real estate agent alongside Tom, severed her ties without an ounce of regret. She refused to answer any of my calls. I missed my previous life, flawed as it had been. It had been a lie in many ways, and what I had shared with Tom, had been closer to my true self than anything I had known before. But I couldn't help but long for the days when the lie was still intact, when life was simple, and the complications seemed almost non-existent. Things had spiraled recklessly out of control, and I felt my grasp on my own life slipping away by the second.
My new flat was spacious, with a view over the London skyline - rows of offices and apartment buildings piercing the steel-gray sky. I had been drawn to its sleek, contemporary feel, void of any personal touches. The furniture was minimalist, and bare floors echoed footsteps that punctuated the silence. It was the very picture of anonymity, which felt fitting for someone who didn't quite know who he was anymore. I hadn't tried to reach out to Tom. Still, he was on my mind almost constantly. I wondered how he was coping with both the fallout of our affair and the failure of his own marriage. I pondered if his thoughts about our time together were as bittersweet as mine, tinged with guilt and regret.
I couldn't stop thinking about the moments just before I entered Tom. How he had looked at me with such open eyes, filled with fear and lust, his mouth slightly open. I wanted to see that look again, the contradictory emotions playing games in his eyes as I touched him. I hadn't been able to fully quench those desires since that night; I craved a repeat of that physical submission that filled the dark corners of my fantasies. Standing by the window, the city lights casting an orange hue across my face, I imagined Tom in my arms, kissing him with wild fervor and ripping open his shirt. I had his address - I could be there in no time at all. I was, after all, a successful lawyer, seasoned in getting what I wanted without waiting for permission. Why should this be any different?
I tried to reason with myself, but instead found myself delving deeper into the fantasy. It might even be what he wanted. Wouldn't this resolve both our needs? But somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I knew that I couldn't just force myself upon him. Tom and I might have crossed a forbidden line, but that didn't mean I was free to obliterate whatever boundaries were left in our relationship. But what could just a visit hurt? A friendly gesture, a moment of human connection, something. The idea was irresistible, like an itch I couldn't scratch. One that deserved further thought and contemplation. As the minutes ticked by, I paced around the room, debating whether to sabotage my own sanity and tear apart whatever was left of our broken bond. I needed to know how he was, and if there was any chance, however small, that we could recapture the connection we once shared.
Toms apartment building did not look very welcoming. An unkempt courtyard strewn with leaves and debris greeted me at the entrance. The buzzer was faint; I held it down, the shrill cry piercing the air. I heard shuffling on the other side, a scuffle of feet padding towards the door. I could see the distortion of Toms face through the grainy glass, a curtain of suspicion clouding his eyes. He asked who it was, yet I could tell he knew exactly who stood on the other side. I let my voice linger, giving only the weight of my name, Philip. The door swung open, and Tom's tense frame filled the doorway. My eyes wandered over his taut body. The memories of our passionate moments flooded back in an instant and my cock tightened in my pants.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Philip?" Tom asked.
I stepped closer, my voice lowering with the intent of a predator closing in on its prey.
"Can I come in, Tom?"
"No, Philip. You have destroyed enough already. Chloe made it so I am fired. I got nothing left."
"Let me explain why I came here", I said.
"I know why you came here", Tom said. "You are just horny. You're always just horny."
"It is more than that, Tom. I need to talk to you." I kept my voice low, trying to soften his resistance.
"I'm not in the mood", he said.
We stood there for a while, eying each other up. He groaned softly before finally relenting, stepping aside to let me in. His apartment was cramped with moving boxes, and lit with a single low-wattage lamp, the walls covered in a somber palette of gray and black, the vibe somber and unwelcoming. Along the ceiling ran pipes that looked old and rusty.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked, arms tightly folded over his chest as I moved further inside his apartment.
"We haven't discussed what happened," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, despite my racing heartbeat. "We left things unresolved, and I think it's important that we clear the air between us."
He laughed humorlessly, moving further away from me as if I had a contagious disease.
"That's rich coming from you, Philip. You're the one who was married and seduced me as I was engaged with your daughter."
"I seduced you. That is true. And I will do it again, baby", I said as my eyes wandered over his body.
God, he was divine. His sculpted abs hid just beneath his crumpled shirt, and I imagined running my fingers over those powerful muscles, feeling his body tremble beneath my touch. He was a work of art, and I couldn't help myself from staring at him. I walked closer to him, and he backed away slightly. His chest heaved up and down rapidly. I couldn't resist myself any longer. He looked scared. And excited. I loved that look, it stirred my cock in ways no one ever could. I moved even closer, my hand reaching for his.
"Let me show you how much better things could be between us," I whispered. "You know you want this."
I was still holding onto control, but for how long could I keep it? The line between a harmless game of seduction and something more animalistic was getting blurrier by the second.
"Get out of here. I mean it", he yelled at me.
I yanked him towards me, my breath hot against his ear as I let my lips hover just above his skin. I could feel him shudder against me. He was still resisting, but just barely.
"I told you this is what I wanted." I growled as I ran my tongue along his neck.
"What if I don't want this?" he said.
His voice wavered between a plea and a demand. I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, feeling him tremble at my touch. I could feel his cock twitching in response to my caress, and I smiled.
"Don't you fucking deny me this", I growled.
I spun him around and pushed him against the wall, my hand still gripping his wrists. My lips found his neck again, and I bit down gently, marking him as mine. My free hand reached down and undid his belt buckle, sliding his pants down his legs. I kicked them aside, leaving him standing in just his shirt and boxer briefs. I could see the wet spot on the front, and I grinned. I wanted him so badly, and now I was going to have him. With a ferocity that took me by surprise, I pushed him against the wall, pinning him with my body. Tom whimpered, but I silenced him with a finger over his lips. His heart was racing, and I could hear the quickening beat as I lowered my head to his neck, nibbling at the tender skin there.
I worked on my own belt buckle; pulling it free from its loops with a sinister hiss. Tom's eyes went wide, and he tried to struggle against me, but I was stronger. I looped the belt around his wrists, binding them together securely, my actions fueled by an insatiable need for dominance. I tugged at the knot, ensuring it held tight. Tom let out a pained whimper as I pulled his hands above his head, securing them to the pipe that ran along the ceiling. He was now at my mercy, and I reveled in the sight of him, bound and vulnerable before me. I traced my fingers over the contours of his body, savoring the tremble that ran through him. He was so beautiful, and he was mine to do with as I pleased. My hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge in his boxer briefs.
I could feel him twitching beneath my touch, and my heart surged with a mixture of exhilaration and a darker, more primal urge. Tom's body stiffened as I continued to trace my fingers over his thighs and around the edge of his briefs, feeling the weight of his desire growing with each touch.
"Please, Philip," Tom whispered, his voice shaking with need.
I smirked with satisfaction, as I leaned down closer, my lips mere inches away from his, tasting the sweetness of his breath. I started to unbutton his shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath. My hands wandered over his chest, feeling the defined muscles ripple under my touch. I could hear Tom's soft moans as I explored his body, and it filled me with a sense of power.
"Don't," Tom whimpered again, his voice trembling with pleasure and fear.
I ignored his plea, continuing to trace my fingers over his abs, feeling the tension build in his body. My cock strained against my pants, aching to be set free. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I tugged at Tom's boxer briefs, pulling them down his legs to reveal his perfect, hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and a drop of precum glistened at the tip. I took a step back to look at him fully, savoring the sight of him bound and naked, staring at me with wide, uncomprehending eyes. His chest heaved rhythmically, and an undeniable vulnerability filled his gaze. I looked down, admiring the way his body reacted to my touch. His cock was perfect, long and thick. I reached out, my fingers grazing his length as I traced the veins that pulsed with need. Tom whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily at my touch.
As I continued to explore his body, my hands moved down to his thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath my fingertips. I marveled at how he responded to me, the way his skin pebbled with goosebumps and his breath hitched with every stroke. His cock twitched under my touch, begging for more. I wrapped my fingers firmly around his shaft, squeezing gently, and watched him throw his head back, a soft whimper escaping his lips. I started to stroke him, slow and steady, watching as his eyes fluttered closed with pleasure. My own need grew as I witnessed the effect I had on him. My other hand snaked around his waist, feeling the curve of muscle define his hip bone. His body was a fucking masterpiece, and I was in awe of it. I ran my palm down Tom's firm chest, tracing the edges of the abs that had become my obsession. My pulse raced as I felt Tom tremble under my touch, his body arching towards me. His breath catched in his throat, a soft whimper escaping his lips as I reached lower and traced my fingers along the trail of hair that led to the hard cock that stood before me. Tom's hips bucked involuntarily, as if he had no control over his own body.
I tightened my grip on him, pulling sharply on his bound wrists as I started to stroke him faster. He let out a low moan, and I could see his muscles clench with the effort to hold back his release. I smiled at the sight - he was trying so hard to resist, but he couldn't deny himself the pleasure.
"Tell me you want it," I demanded, leaning in to breathe the words against his ear.
He trembled against me in reaction, but no sound escaped his lips. I pushed harder, scraping the nail of my thumb against his reddened nipple, and a strangled hiss sounded from his mouth.
"Yes, yes...I want this...please, Philip..."
Relenting, I eased up on the pressure, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. I smirked at his capitulation. I started to unbutton my own shirt as he watched me, his eyes wide and full of hunger. I let it slip off my shoulders, revealing my bare chest. I could see a flash of desire in his gaze, and my cock twitched in response. I walked back to him, standing so close that our chests were almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and my fingers twitched as I imagined how it would feel to have him squirming beneath me.
I pulled down my pants and stood before him, wearing only a pair of white briefs. They were tenting at the front, the thick outline of my cock visible beneath the fabric. I took a step closer to him, closing the distance between us. He couldn't help but stare at me, his eyes drawn into mine and then down to my crotch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my underwear, teasing him as I lowered them slowly. Tom sucked in a breath as I revealed myself in front of him. I moved closer, so our cocks touched each other slightly. Then I started to rub them together. He was still tied up, spread-eagle against the wall, his hands bound above his head. I could feel the tension in his body as he struggled against his bindings. His eyes were squeezed shut, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
"Relax," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let go, and just feel it."
He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but I could still feel the tension in his body. I tightened my grip on his cock, stroking him faster as I nipped at his earlobe with my teeth. He gasped, and I felt his body tremble beneath my touch.
"That's it," I murmured. "Just let go."
I could feel him surrendering to the pleasure, his muscles relaxing as he gave in to the sensations coursing through his body. I stroked him harder, my hand moving faster as I felt him approach the edge. His breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel his body tightening with the effort to hold back. I pulled on his bound hands, arching his back and pressing my lips against his neck. The taste of him was intoxicating.
"Philip," he moaned, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Oh god, Philip."
His hips bucked against my hand, and I could feel him losing control. I squeezed him tighter, stroking faster as I felt him surrender to the pleasure. He was panting now, his body trembling with each wave of ecstasy that washed over him. The sight of him like this, bound and vulnerable before me, aroused me beyond measure.
"Come for me, Tom," I gasped as I felt him start to release.
His hips bucked wildly, and he cried out as he came, filling my hand with his hot seed. I let out a satisfied groan as I felt his legs go weak beneath me, his body collapsing against the wall.
As I watched Tom come down from his high, I couldn't help but bask in the knowledge that I had brought him such raw ecstasy. My heart pounded in my chest as the shortness of breath subsided, my own need still burning fierce within me. I untied him with trembling hands.
"Turn around," I demanded.
Tom looked at me hesitantly, but nodded his head, knowing that I was far from done with him. He turned around, presenting his muscular ass to me, and I couldn't help but admire the sight. It was perfect, firm and round, with just the right amount of plumpness that I couldn't resist squeezing it with both hands. I ran my fingers over the defined curve of his glutes, feeling the heat emanating from his body. My cock twitched in response, the desire to be inside him almost unbearable. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the small of his back, feeling his body shudder beneath my touch. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling him harden again at my touch. I started to stroke him slowly, feeling the velvety skin glide over his hard length. He moaned again, his head falling back against my shoulder as I continued to explore his body.
"You are one horny bastard", I growled. "And I'm just getting started."
I trailed my my other hand down his chest, feeling each muscle tighten at my touch. I loved the way he responded to me, like I was the only one who could make him feel this way. I let my fingers drift lower, teasing the soft skin of his hip before dipping lower still to brush my fingertips against his balls. I kept working his cock while he whimpered and pushed back against me, seeking more contact. I nipped at his shoulder, my hips grinding against him.
"Filthy bastard," I murmured against his skin. "Can't resist, can you?"
His breath caught as he felt my cock head brush against his tight hole. I teased him, running my length up and down his crack, spreading the precum seeping from my crown. He kept pushing back against me, wordlessly urging me to take him. I obliged, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him tight against me as I plunged my cock inside him in one swift motion.
He cried out in pain and pleasure, and I froze for a moment as his muscles clenched around me. I had forgotten how tight he was. I started to move, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of him surrounding me, his walls gripping and releasing my cock in waves of pleasure. I pushed in deeper, and he let out a pained sound.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Yes," he gasped, pushing back against me again. "But I want it."
I could feel the sweat beaded on his skin as I thrust into him, deeper and harder this time. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside him again. I wrapped my arms around his muscular torso from behind, my chest pressed firmly against his backside. My hands roamed upwards and cupped his pecs, squeezing and kneading them like dough. Tom's head lolled back against my shoulder as I began to thrust deeper and harder into him. I was fucking him against the wall, and I couldn't help the primal urges that coursed through me. I bit into the soft flesh of his neck, leaving my mark there as I gripped his hips, slamming into him with abandon. He cried out with each thrust, the sound muffled as I sealed my mouth against his neck.
My hands gripped him tightly as I drove him into the wall behind him. I wanted to own him, to make him writhe against me like the dirty little bitch he was. I pulled out, just about to replace the tip of my cock with my fingers, and he whimpered. I slipped a finger in and he pushed back on it, and I knew that he wanted more. I slid another in and felt his body tighten and squeeze around me. I pulled out both fingers and thrust deeper, harder, into his tight body.
"Take it you slut", I yelled.
His hips and ass kept pushing out to meet my thrusts. I could feel my climax approaching quickly now. My balls drew tight, and I know I was close. I wrapped my left arm around his stomach, pulling his hips against me, forcing my cock even deeper into his body.
"Goddammit, you fucking love this, don't you?" I rasped.
I had never been this deep inside him before, and the thought alone caused my cock to twitch with anticipation. I could feel him tensing around me, unsure of how to respond to this new sensation. I wrapped my hand around his throat, not tightly enough to choke, but enough to remind him that he was mine to play with.
"Please, Philip. Slow down."
I relented and pulled out.
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth, "You want me to slow down? Fine."
I pulled his hips away from the wall, spinning him around and slamming him down onto the rug. The room was dimly lit, casting deep shadows which danced across the faded material. I didn't want to see the pain on Tom's face, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through my body. Tom stared up at me with wide eyes, but he didn't resist as I positioned myself between his open legs. I could feel my cock aching to be inside him, and I hoisted up his legs on my shoulders. I spread his cheeks apart and pressed my slick cock head at his entrance, teasing him. I pushed slowly, watching his body swallow me up as my cock disappeared inside of him. He cried out, and I felt his walls clench tightly around my cock. I groaned, loving the feeling of being surrounded by his tightness again. I slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside of him before slamming back in. Tom yelled out in pain, and I saw him clench his fists. I kept pumping, not caring about his discomfort, only about the pleasure surging through me. I was close. I could feel it building in my loins, the familiar tightening and aching that always preceded release.
"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse.
Tom sighed and nodded, and I redoubled my efforts, plunging into him harder, faster. I was close. I could feel it. The sight of this stud all vulnerable beneath me, wrapped up in his own pleasure, was driving me wild. I pumped faster, harder, feeling the sweat drip down my brow and onto Tom's smooth chest. I could feel my own orgasm heating in my loins, but I wasn't going to let him finish just yet. I hooked my arms around his strong thighs, pulling him flush against me as I continued to drive into him, ramming home the message that he belonged to me.
"Come on, darlin', let it go," I growled, biting lightly at his neck as I wrapped my lips around his ear.
Tom whimpered, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure as I continued to slam into him with all the force I could muster. I tightened my grip on his thighs, and I relished the way they felt surrounding me like a vice, gripping and releasing as I plowed into him again and again.
"Yes, Philip...yes," Tom moaned, finally relaxing under my relentless assault.
I smiled against his neck.
"That's it. Just let go. Do it, Tom. Let me see you come."
Tom didn't need any more encouragement. He cried out, his head thrown back as he tensed beneath me, his cock started to spasm. Without me touching him, his cock erupted, spilling hot ropes of cum between us, painting us both. I couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of him clenching around my cock and the sight of him coming apart beneath me was too much. I tightened my grip on his thighs and thrust into him harder, faster, chasing my own release.
"That's it," I growled, "come on, baby. Let me come inside you." I snarled, my hips slamming into him with a brutal intensity.
Tom gasped and tightened around me, a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through his veins as my thick cock buried itself deep within him and my balls slapped against his warm wet sack.
"Take it, you little slut," I grunted.
The dirty words slipping past my lips easily as I gripped his knees, pushing them upwards towards his chest and sinking myself impossibly further inside of him. The sensation was overwhelming, bordering on exquisite, and I could feel my cock twitching and spasming deep within him as my climax overtook me. With one final, brutal thrust, I drove myself into him as far as I could possibly go, holding myself there as my seed spurted forth. Stream after stream of my hot, thick cum filled Tom's tight hole, coating his insides and marking him as mine.
"Fuck," I sighed, finally pulling out of him and collapsing next to him on the rug.
Tom lay panting, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. I reached over and traced a finger up his thigh, admiring the way his muscles tensed under my touch. He was beautiful like this, all spent and satisfied, and it filled me with pride to know that I had been the one to bring him to such a state. I turned his head and looked at him, taking in the sweat-slicked lines of his body, the flush in his cheeks, and the eyes that now looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and sadness.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of Tom's face.
He shook his head and let out a weak chuckle.
"Don't be. I guess I wanted this."
I didn't know what to say, so I simply laid there next to him, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to process what had just happened. For the first time, there were no secrets, no lies. Just two men lying next to each other.
"I'm glad you came. I needed to be needed", he whispered.
"I love you, Tom", I said.
The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and thick with meaning. He sighed and shifted his gaze away from me, staring at the ceiling above us. It was covered in popcorn texture, with faint stains where water had dripped through the roof.
"I love you too, Philip", he replied softly. "But what we have done. Betraying Karen and Chloe..."
Tom whispered brokenly. I turned my head and looked at him, and saw the despair in his eyes.
"I know," I said quietly, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "We'll figure it out. Together."
Tom nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn't convincing himself.
"Karen and Chloe are history now. It is you that I want", I said.
"Would you stay the night?" Tom asked.
He got up from the floor, his naked body unashamedly bared before me. I couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled with each movement, the faint sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. I nodded in response, and he turned away from me, giving me a clear view of his smooth, round behind. I followed him to the tiny bedroom, my eyes glued to his firm, sculpted body. He climbed into the bed, the springs creaking beneath his weight.
As I slipped under the covers next to him, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Guilt for what I had done to Karen, sadness for the end of my marriage, and fear that this new relationship with Tom might not be what I truly wanted. But there was also a sense of excitement, a thrill at the thought of exploring this new kind of intimacy with him.We lay there for a while in silence, our bodies close but not touching. I could feel Tom's heart beating against my back, and it reminded me of all the times we had shared in the past. Our love had been passionate and intense, but it had also been mixed with fear and doubt. Now that we were finally free to be ourselves, it was as if a weight had been lifted from our shoulders. I turned to face him, taking in the sight of his beautiful face as it rested against the pillow. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted just slightly, as if in a eternal sleep smile.
I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. It had been a long day, and I knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges. But for now, I was content to just lay there with Tom, our bodies entwined in a tangle of sheets and sweat. As I lay there, my thoughts began to drift, my mind wandering through the twists and turns of our relationship. I thought about the first time we had met, the way he had looked at me across the crowded room, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and longing. I slowly started to drift into sleep.
The soft morning light filtered in through the cracks in the window shutters as I slowly awoke from my slumber. My muscles were sore, but there was a tingling satisfaction in my loins. I looked at Tom, his naked body sprawled out in the small bed, exposed in every way possible. I couldn't help but to admire the smoothness of his skin, the firmness of his chest, and the thickness of his thighs. It was the first time we had slept together, the first time I had awoken next to him. The feeling was intense, nearly overwhelming. As I took in the sight of his body, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. I slipped my hand down between my legs and started to stroke myself, thinking about the events of the night before.
I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with Tom. To wake up next to him every morning and to go to sleep at night knowing that he was mine. I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to run my hand along the lines of his ripped abdomen, or to nuzzle my nose into the dip of his collarbone. Tom stirred next to me, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He rolled onto his back, exposing his chiseled chest to me. His thick dark hair was tousled and messy, making him look even younger. I couldn't resist, I reached out my hand and ran along his body, tracing each line and curve with my fingers. Still sleeping, he rolled towards me, giving me even more access to his chiseled physique. My hand found its way down to his firm cock, and I began to gently stroke him. He was already half-hard, and the sensation of my touch made him groan. His legs shifted apart, giving me more space to explore. I took advantage of the invitation, moving further down the bed to where the sheets were tangled around his thighs. I grabbed one corner of the fabric and yanked it away, revealing him in all his glory. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of him in the morning light. His cock was thick and long, resting against his thigh on a bed of curled dark hairs. The head was swollen and slick with precum, leaving a shiny trail on his skin.
Suddenly, I got the urge to feel him inside me. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. He awoke with a start, looking up at me with wide, blinking eyes. I moved his hands above his head and pinned them there with one of mine. My other hand, I used to stroke his cock slowly, feeling it come to life even more beneath my touch.
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, leaning down to press my lips against the shell of his ear.
He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and tugged gently. I positioned myself over his cock, feeling its heat against my entrance. It was my first time taking a man inside me, and the thought both terrified and thrilled me. I closed my eyes and lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of him gradually penetrate me. I gasped as he filled me up, the sensation both foreign and incredibly arousing.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, bracing myself against his chest as I adjusted to the new feeling. "I-I didn't think it would feel like this."
I tried to adjust the overwhelming sensation of fullness. It was an incredibly intimate moment, to be joined to Tom like this.
"You feel incredible," Tom said, his voice strained as he struggled to hold back his own pleasure. "You're so fucking tight."
He began to move his hips upwards in slow, shallow thrusts. It was a strange feeling at first, but soon it became familiar and intensely pleasurable. I moved with him, rocking in time with his thrusts as we found a natural rhythm together. I could feel the pressure building with each movement, my climax approaching quickly. I leaned down and pressed my lips to Tom's, our sweat-slicked bodies writhing together in a mess of passion and lust.
"I want you to come inside me," I murmured against his lips.
My fingers was digging into the flesh of his pecs. He groaned in response, fucking me harder and faster as he chased his own release. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the sensation only adding to the growing pressure between my legs. I picked up my own pace, grinding my hips against his. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
"Fuck, fucking...god damn it, Tom," I moaned, my bones melting under the weight of my own sensations. "Oh god, yes, yes, YES!"
I started to fist my cock furiously. I felt like I was possessed, my building cum was surging wildly and my body was trembling with raw, animalistic desire.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" I cried out, my voice laced with fervor and desperation.
Tom obliged, thrusting into me with increasing speed, causing me to cry out with each violent impact of his powerful hips. I rode him hard, my legs wrapped around his thighs as I ground myself against him, taking in the burning sensation of his cock filling me up.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed, my body shaking as I came in a series of violent pulsations.
I cried out as I felt Tom follow me over the edge, his cock pulsing wildly inside me, depositing his hot cum deep within my body. I collapsed on the bed next to him, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. I could feel Tom's sticky cum slowly leaking out between my ass cheeks, mixing with my own and drenching the sheets beneath me.
The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Sweat dripped from our foreheads, and our limbs were tangled together in a sweaty mass of messy sheets.
"Oh my god," I gasped, turning to look at Tom.
"I know," he said.
We didn't need to say anything else. We just lay there, our bodies intertwined, as we both tried to process what had happened. It was a lot to take in, but I couldn't deny that it felt right. I had never felt so alive and so connected to someone before. And even though I had betrayed my wife and my daughter, I couldn't bring myself to regret what I had done with Tom. I loved him.
That much was obvious to me now. I knew it deep down, in that part of me that went beyond logic and reason. The part that felt things, that knew things. And I knew that he loved me too. Even after what we had done, after the hurt and the pain, I could still see the love in his eyes.
As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. It was as if all my fears and doubts had fallen away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered emotion of my love for Tom.