EroticReverie

*commission*

"You ruined the dress." I tell him as I shove it off, and then get back onto the bed and lay next to him on my stomach. My discarded old semi formal dress laying on my bedroom floor, the back of it, covered in cum. 

He laughs slightly and turns to his side, propping himself up on one arm, the other reaching over and resting on the small of my back. 

"I disagree. I think I made it better." he smirks and I fight my laughter and roll my eyes. 

"Uh huh, of course you think that." I say and he smiles and his hand slips down over my ass rubbing it, his eyes going to his hand. 

"I want to fuck you in all your pretty dresses. And leave my cum stains on every single one." he says and his eyes come back to mine and I bite my lip. 

"Yeah?" I raise a brow. 

"Mmmhmm" he says. 

"I want to buy you some....dress you up in sexy dresses and lingerie...cover them with cum while you wear them." he says and leans in and kisses me. 

"You have a fetish for cumming on womens clothes?" I ask and pull back after returning the kiss. 

"Just yours." he says with a smile , his hand sliding over my ass cheeks , and gives them a little smack. 

I bite my lip and look away.

"You should probably go home." I say and look back to him and see his brows lift. 

"Are you kicking me out of your bed after using me?" he asks. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. 

"Yes" I say and push up and then move my upper body over his, laying half ontop of him, my breasts pressed into his chest as I hover my face over his, studying his stubble, his eyes, his hair, his nose, his slight wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, thinking about how attractive he is. How so many girls see him at the football games and want my boyfriends father. But I'm here...in my bed with him. 

"That and I don't think your wife would appreciate waking up without you in her bed." I say. 

He laughs slightly. "How sweet...you'll fuck her husband...but send him home for her to wake up to...how nice of you." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Oh, did you want me to invite you to have a slumber party?" I ask, teasing right back. 

He smiles. "Maybe." 

"I could paint your nails, braid your hair for you." he says and I laugh.

"Yeah right" I laugh. "I'd love to see that." I push my mouth to his chin, kissing it, and he lifts my chin with one finger, bringing my mouth to his and kisses me. 

"I know how to braid hair" he says. 

I giggle. 

"You braid hair as good as you fuck ?" I cock a brow. 

He laughs. "I mean...probably not...but I could definitely braid it for you, so that way it's not in your face when I inevitably fuck you again. " he says and I bite my lip and smile. 

"Alright.." I say and push up and he smiles. 

"Let's test your hair braiding skills." I say and for some reason get really fucking excited to have him braid my hair. 

I grab a brush and some hair ties as he sits up on the bed, pressing his back to my head board, and watches me as I set the brush and hair ties next to him and then crawl onto the bed and between his legs on my hands and knees. 

"Just so you know...I only like my hair pulled during sex." I say and he laughs and I tilt my head slightly as he lifts his hands to my head, grabbing it and pulling me into a kiss. 

"I'll be gentle" he says against my mouth. "Promise." 

I kiss him harder, and he laughs as it grows more intense. 

"I can't braid your hair like this." he says. 

"so ? I'm not done kissing you yet." I tell him and he laughs as I keep kissing him and his one hand slides from my face and to my hanging tits, and he cups one gently, grabbing it then tweaking my nipple and I moan. 

"you wanna get fucked again, don't you?" he smirks against my mouth and I moan and nod. 

"such a horny girl Abigail." he says and tugs the nipple in his fingers , and I moan into his mouth and he groans. 

"Turn around and sit that cute ass down. I told you I'm braiding your hair first." he says and I pull back, my brows pinching. 

"but i-"

"Turn around." he says interrupting me. 

I give a little pout but listen and turn around and sit between his legs and shiver when he gently pulls my hair back behind my shoulders, his fingers skirting my skin lightly. 

He leans forward and places a kiss on my shoulder. What the fuck? What's he doing? His lips move slowly over my shoulder towards my neck, his finger tip gently sweeping the hair from my neck. 

"If you don't quit it..." I say. 

"Quit what?" he asks, his breath brushing my ear, his hands coming around my front, palms my breasts and then gently squeezing them, massaging them as his tongue teases the edge of my ear. 

I whimper. "Don't tease me" 

"it's hard to keep my hands off you" he tells me as I moan. 

"you've got fantastic tits, you know that?" he asks.

I moan. "you said you were braiding my hair" 

"I will...I am....I just want to touch your body a little more first." he whispers. 

"it's such a good body..." he says and I moan as one hand slides down between my legs. 

I spread them and he chuckles slightly against my ear as he draws his hand back up. 

I whimper. "don't be a dick" I whine. 

He laughs and I pout when he grabs the brush. 

"you'll get more dick...I promise." he says and I roll my eyes but he doesnt see. 

He starts to brush my hair, working the bottom tangles out first. 

"So...ever had a guy braid your hair?" he asks.

"No...just my dad, when I was little." I answer. 

"I love brushing a womans hair.....doing it for her..." he says.

"You do Celias?" I ask of his wife. 

"Sometimes. Not as much as I used to." he says and I just stare ahead as he keeps brushing. 

"Why do you like doing it?" I ask. 

"I enjoy taking care of her." he says and I feel a slight pang of guilt. But I don't tell him, screwing me isnt the best way to take care of his wife. 

"But you're doing mine." I say. " Are you taking care of me too?" I ask curiously.

"yes." he says and the brush runs over my scalp making me shiver. 

"why?" I ask. 

"Because you're a good girl." he says and I hear the slight smile in his voice. 

I bite my lip. 

"and because I want to....I would like to take care of you if you'll let me." he says. 

I swallow hard. "What about Celia? And Brett?" 

"They don't have to know." he says. I feel his fingers start to thread through my hair, and I can tell he's starting a french braid.

"So, you want to fuck me and braid my hair?" I ask.

He laughs. "among other things." 

"what other things?" I ask. 

"hmmm...everything..." he says. 

"I'd like to take you out to dinner." he says and I feel my eyes widen. 

"I'd like to take you to a movie." he says. 

"I'd like to buy you clothes, and pay for things for you." he says. 

"I'd like to talk to you more." he says and I feel him halfway down with the braid. 

"Sounds like a boyfriend." I say. 

"Hmm...it does." he says. 

"I enjoy you." he says. 

"I'd like to enjoy you more Abigail." he says as his fingers swiftly finish the rest, and he put a hair tie at the end, and then runs a hand down his finished work. 

"Enjoy my body?" I ask as I lift  a hand and run it over my hair. 

"that too." he says. I look over my shoulder at him, and just stare. 

"I think i'd enjoy spending time with you too. Like this.....not fucking. Just taking care of you. Listening to you." he says. 

"You're gonna fuck me up, aren't you?" I ask him and he lifts a brow. 

"How so?" he asks. 

"I can't DATE my boyfriends father." I tell him. 

He smiles. 

"why not? You fuck him already." he says with a little smirk. 

"Don't you feel bad? I feel bad." I say and turn slightly. 

"Am I a bastard for fucking my sons girlfriend and cheating on my wife? Yes. No question. But, do I want to keep doing it anyways, because of her treasure cunt?" he asks and snags me and pulls me back to him, and I gasp as his hand reaches down and cups my pussy. 

"I sure fucking do." he whispers in my ear and I gasp as a finger curls and sinks up into me. 

"Because I love listening to her little gasps....her pretty little moans...and her wet little cunt" he says and I moan as his finger draws itself in and out. 

"She's fucking cute as hell.....and a sexy little slut....fucking beautiful.....and down right dirty....and i love it." he growls quietly. 

"I'd like to make her mine....keep her....take care of her needs.....and her sweet little cunts needs too." he whispers. 

"You going to be a good girl and let me take care of you?" he asks and I nod with a little whimper as his finger slides out, dragging my wetness to my clit and rubbing it. 

"You're my girl now too Abigail..." he whispers and I exhale and lean my head back over his shoulder and nod with a tiny moan as his fingers circle my clit. 

"You'll keep fucking Brett.....and I'll keep fucking my wife..." he says and I whimper. 

"And we'll both think of each other when we do." he whispers and I moan, because it's true. I know I will. I'll never not think of Brant now when I fuck his son. Every touch Brett gives me , I'll wish was his fathers. 

"our little dirty secret..hmmm, what do you say?" he asks as he pinches my clit and I yelp and nod. 

"yesss" I hiss. 

"You'll be the other woman....the young...beautiful woman, with the tight little cunt that I can't keep my dick out of..." he says and I moan and nod, my orgasm building. 

"My pretty...good little girl..." he whispers and I moan bucking my hips slightly. 

"And I'll be the older man for you...the one who can fuck you and provide for you the way a teenage boy can't." he whispers. 

"He'll NEVER fuck you like I can." he groans. 

I moan and buck my hips. 

"I'll buy you nice things....take care of you..." he whispers. 

"nobody will know but us...." he says. 

"It'll be out hot...exciting little secret.....maybe you'll even marry him one day....and i'll still be fucking you....fuck you in your wedding dress" he groans and I moan. 

"fuck" I gasp and he groans. 

"You want that?" he asks and I nod. 

"Mmmmm, such a bad girl." he whispers. 

"I'll fuck you and cum inside of you even when you're off the pill and trying to have a baby with him....and pray that it's my cum that get you pregnant" he groans and I cum. 

My toes curling as the filthy fantasy is brought to life behind my eyes as I close my eyes and cry out , cumming hard. 

"Mmmmm, you like that baby?" he says still rubbing my clit as my hips jump. 

"hot little slut wants to have my baby one day?" he growls in my ear. 

"yes, yes"  I cry and tremble, and he grabs me, one arm tight over my chest as he keeps rubbing my clit and I squirm and writhe and he forces me to keep cumming. 

"If that's what you want Abigail...that's what you'll get.....I'll never stop fucking you....ever"