Emily can't keep her lust a secret any more...
She's had a crush on her father's friend, Cole, forever. He's more than a crush; he's a fantasy. Emily wants him, and wants him rough.
On a visit home from college, Emily can't believe her luck when her parents leaves her alone with Cole for the whole weekend.
All she has to do is find a way to get him to take what she wants to give.
Warning: this 3600 word erotic short story contains explicit and rough sex, bondage and domination, and breeding between an older man and a younger woman. For mature readers only.
Note: this is an alternate version of the story "Rough Breeding from My Daddy" with the family element removed. All characters are 18 or older, and of no relation.
“How nice of you to join me, young lady,” Cole said. His voice sounded a little false, a little forced.
I knew he was thinking about my hard nipples. He was probably thinking about how I looked naked, how my nipples would feel between his fingers as he rolled and pinched them.
Plopping down beside him on the couch, I gave him my most innocent grin. “Who’s winning, Cole?” I asked.
He looked at me, suddenly confused. “What?” Cole said, “Oh, the game. I, uh, I dunno. I think I zoned out.”
I felt my pussy tingle a little as I realized I was right about his fantasizing. Then an idea came to me. Scooting up closer to him so our bodies touched, I grabbed his arm and clutched it to my chest. His muscles tensed in shock.
“I’m cold!” I said, pushing my body harder against his. With a few moves designed to look like I was trying to get comfortable, I got his fingers between my thighs. We sat there like that for a few minutes, both of us pretending to watch the game on the TV.
Then I felt his fingers squeeze my flesh. They were just a few inches from my pussy, near that little triangular space some woman had between their sex and their thighs.
Putting the tip of my tongue between my teeth and biting down a little on it, I started shifting my hips, opening my legs slightly. I moved as though trying to make myself more comfortable.
My heart pounded inside me so hard and so loudly that I thought he had to be able to hear it. What I wanted was so close. The heat of his fingers on me seemed to bleed deeper into my flesh, feeding into the even greater heat I felt in my pussy. I wondered if he could feel it.
When I glanced down at his crotch, I knew he could. His eyes looked at the TV as though his life depended on it, like there was nothing else in the world but the game. But his cock told a different story. I could see it, long and stiff in his pants.
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Published February 2, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.