LET ME MARRY YOUR FRIEND, DADDY (21+)

He's my professor. My father's best friend. And right now, he's buried inside me-thick, throbbing, stretching me open-while my dad is on the phone.

I can barely breathe, barely think. Christopher grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slams into me, pulling out just enough to make me whimper before driving back in, harder, deeper.

"Sofia?" My dad's voice crackles through the speaker, laced with concern. "Are you okay, honey?"

I bite down on my lip, my walls fluttering around Christopher's cock as he grinds against me, rolling his hips in that devastating way that makes me see stars.

"Ye-yes, D-ah-d," I stammer, my voice high-pitched, breathless.

Christopher smirks against my neck, his breath hot as he whispers, "Be a good girl. Don't let Daddy hear you getting fucked."

I shudder. God, he's so deep. So thick. Every push, every pull, sends me spiraling.

"You don't sound okay," my dad presses. "What's going on?"

Yes, Dad-what's going on is that your best friend has me pinned down, stretching my greedy little cunt, dragging me to the edge while I fight to keep my moans in.

"I-I'm just c-cold," I lie, choking on a gasp as Christopher's fingers find my clit, circling it mercilessly, teasing, punishing.

His other hand wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. My body is on fire, my pulse hammering.

Wet, obscene sounds fill the air-skin slapping, the sticky slide of his cock dragging against my slick walls, the groans he lets out every time I tighten around him.

"Sofia?"

I can't take it. I bury my face into the pillow, biting down as my orgasm crashes through me. Christopher feels it-he growls, grips my hips harder, and fucks me through it, relentless, brutal.

This is wrong. So, so wrong.

And yet, I never want it to stop.