Once wasn’t enough for David. Feeling her perfect cunt come all over his cock was like an addiction to him. He’d felt it once but he was hooked. Filling her tight pussy with his spunk, he unloaded weeks’ worth of pent-up hunger for this woman. He shouldn’t want her, or crave her, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop. This was how fucking desperate he was for her.

“I knew it would be like that,” she said.

He cupped her face, kissing her lips. “You’re coming back home with me tonight and you’re not leaving my home until you can’t walk without feeling me.” He pressed her tits together, kissing each beaded nipple.

Her curvy body was pure perfection, so right for him. Even though he’d already come once, he felt the need burning up inside him once more, desperate for more.

David withdrew from her body and watched his cum as it spilled out of her hole. Both of them together, their arousal, and it was so fucking hot. Sliding his fingers between her slit, he began to push his seed back inside her cunt.

“Damn, that is so fucking hot,” he said.

Glancing back up into her eyes, he saw the arousal shining back at him. Leaning forward, he claimed her lips as he pressed a second finger inside her pussy.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Get your clothes on and meet me at the elevator.”

She jumped off his desk, and David didn’t even bother cleaning up his dick. Tucking himself back into his pants, he watched Lisabeth the whole time as she wriggled into her clothes.

One weekend he was going to have her running around his place completely naked. Seeing her tits sway and her ass shake would be a constant torture with arousal but he’d live with it. She was worth living through it.

David didn’t clean up his desk and together they made their way toward the elevator. When his cell phone went off, he saw it was one of his more demanding clients and turned it off. In all the years that he’d been working, he’d never ignored a client’s call, ever.

Lisabeth wasn’t just a fuck, nor was she just a woman.

She was someone special.

She meant something to him and right now, he didn’t want to put a label on anything. Yes, she was young enough to be his daughter, but that wasn’t the reason he wanted her. This wasn’t a mid-life crisis thing.

He didn’t know what it was, only that he couldn’t go another second without her being within him.

Unlocking the car door, he held it open for her, and she climbed inside. He walked around to the driver’s side, climbed in, and started it up. On the drive home he normally liked to take his time, to wind down from the long day. This wasn’t one of those days. He drove within the speed limit, but he wanted to go a lot faster.

Within thirty minutes he was already pulling into his driveway, and still neither of them had spoken. The air between them felt thick, the tension mounting with every passing second.

He’d already come once that night but already his cock was thick, and he wanted inside her again.

He stared at her. She was no longer put together. Her shirt was askew, her skirt creased, and her hair fell down in waves all around her. She looked like she’d just been fucked. With her flushed cheeks, that sparkle in her eyes, he had never seen such a tempting sight. So beautiful, perfect, and all his.

“You keep staring,” she said.

“I like what I see.”

“Me too.” She glanced over at him, her gaze on his pants. “I can’t wait to feel it again.”

He had the door open and closed with Lisabeth pinned against it. Taking hold of her hands, he locked them above her head.

“It was about time you got the message,” she said, sounding breathless.

“You wanted me.”

“Yeah, I wanted you.” She bit her lip at the same time, pressing her body against his. Her tits rubbed against his chest. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“I’m Rachel’s dad.”

“I don’t care. You’re not my dad.”

He locked both of her wrists together, keeping them above her head. With his other hand, he tore off her shirt. The fabric gave way under the pressure but he didn’t care. He needed her naked.

She moaned as the straps of her bra dug into her flesh before the items were dropped to the floor. She kicked her skirt away and now she was completely naked in his home. Sexy and all his.

His cock pressed against his pants and he held her against the door.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“Keep your hands above your head.”

He released her, stepping back. He removed his clothes, his gaze going over her body, each curve so tempting to him. When all of his clothes were removed, he gripped her hip and pulled her against him. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he moved her back until they were in his sitting room.

“I’m not going to make it to a bed yet.” Dropping her down onto the sofa, he spread her thighs wide, going to his knees before her. Kissing her lips, he slid her to the edge of the sofa, and aligned his cock to her pussy. Breaking the kiss, he watched as he thrust his cock inside her. Her slick pussy took him, spreading open for his cock. Over and over, he drove inside her, desperate, hungry for more. Only when he felt her climax, the flutters tightening around his dick, did he finally give in and come.

He pulled out of her pussy, seeing their combined release covering his dick. Plunging back inside, he heard her cry out and moan.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He picked her up and moved her to the floor so that she was spread out beneath him. “You’re going to have marks tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind a carpet burn or two so long as you make it work my while,” she said. Locking their fingers together, he pressed her hands to the floor and began to ride her pussy. Glancing down, he watched her take his cock.

The sight was so fucking hot. He loved watching her. Not only was it beautiful to see but she felt so good.

Her tight cunt squeezed him.

Releasing one of her hands, he reached between them, teasing her clit, stroking her. The moment he did, her pussy clenched around him and her moans echoed off the walls. Slamming in deep, he watched her. She thrust up to meet each stroke.

“Fuck me, David. Make me come.”

“I’ll fuck you good and hard but first I want to feel you come all over my dick, and when you do, I want you to scream my name.” He pinched her clit then stroked across her nub, feeling her pussy tightening with each stroke.

It wasn’t long before she was coming on his cock, screaming his name, begging him not to stop and for more. He gritted his teeth, counted to ten, and tried to think of something disgusting to keep his own orgasm in check but it didn’t seem to be helping. She felt so fucking good but he wasn’t going to blow like a horny little teenager. When it came to Lisabeth, he wanted everything to last.