One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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The sound of his groans made me wetter, and I could feel my pussy respond as it prepared to accommodate him.

I couldn't take anymore. I needed him inside me. Pushing him onto his back, I climbed on top, still pumping my hand up and down his cock. He looked at my naked body with pure desire in his eyes and placed his hands on my breasts as though he was gazing upon a priceless treasure.

Hovering over his cock, I knew I needed to feel it deep inside me, but I also knew it would hurt. But in the moment, I wasn't put off by the pain, I was motivated by it. I needed to feel it so I could break out of my shell and emerge through the pain like a woman.

Looking deep into his eyes, I took him into me, just enough to feel the sting.

"Oh!"

I clenched my eyes shut and lowered even further. I was engulfed with pain but by no means wanted to stop. Lowering myself even further down his length, I felt as though I was being cut in half, but at the same time I was growing wetter, hornier, more desperate to fuck him.

"Are you sure you're alright, Becca?" Matthew asked, concern on his handsome face. "We don't have to do this."

"I'm ok. And I've wanted to do this for most of my life.

I'm not stopping now."

Taking a deep breath and biting down on my lip, I eased myself down his entire length, letting out a scream as I reached the bottom. His grip on me tightened as he held my hips in place. I remained still, allowing my body to become accustomed to the large cock.

Soon, the pain subsided, and in its place was the most divine feeling. I cried out, wanting more, and he lifted me up and down, grinding his hips against mine as he thrust inside me slowly.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his eyes closing as pleasure washed through him. "So fucking tight."

Instinct took over, and I rode him faster and harder until there was no pain at all, just a deep hunger that urged me to rock back and forth. Soon, I was overcome with pure euphoria that reached through every cell in my body until I felt as though my limbs were filled with nothing but bliss.

But it wasn't just the heat between my legs that made me feel so good. It was the power I had over him, the ability to make him close his eyes and let out a groan with the slightest of moves.

If I twisted one way, he let out one noise, if I moved the other way, he let out another. His eyes were on me as though I was the most spectacular thing he'd ever seen.

I felt like a queen as I fucked him. No, more than that. Like a goddess. I felt as though I had no other purpose than to fuck the life out of him and watch him lose his mind.

Taking his hands in mine, I slid them down to my hips and he gripped me as though he was holding on for his life.

"Fuck me harder," I breathed, and he began to pant, thrusting deep inside me at a frantic pace.

Beads of sweat started to form on his brow as he groaned, gritting his teeth together as a roaring orgasm threatened to take over his body. When it wasn't enough, he pulled me down on top of him, my breasts sticking to the sweat of his chest. He held me so tight it almost hurt, and my lungs struggled to suck in air. But I didn't want him to let go.

I dug my nails into his sides as he pumped into me hard and bit into his shoulder as he hit my g-spot. A mu1⁄2ed scream escaped my mouth as another orgasm tore through me, leaving my thighs shaking uncontrollably as I bit him harder. "Fuck. Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" he yelled as each and every muscle in his body pulled itself tight.

He began to shake, in his stomach at first, then in his ass and thighs. Then every single part of him was trembling as

his hands pulled me even closer to him. I could feel him twitch inside me as he came, could feel our orgasms merge until we were sealed in each other's euphoria.

For a long while, we trembled in each other's arms, struggling to breathe with our limbs tangled together. Exhausted and dazed, we remained entangled and in silence for some time, listening to each other's slowing breaths. When I started to feel my eyelids become heavy, I sat up and looked at the entire length of his body.

He raised his arms behind his head and looked up, a slightly shocked but delirious look on his face. We felt drunk with satisfaction.

I felt as though I'd never be so content again. Although the burn between my legs was now apparent, I enjoyed the sensation, feeling as though through the pain I had earned my stripes. I was a woman now.

"I'm going for a shower," I announced. "Care to join me?"

"I don't think I can move just yet."

I bent down to kiss him, then walked away reluctantly into the bathroom. There was nothing I wanted to do less than leave him, but he'd be there when I returned. Maybe he'd even stay the night and hold me as I slept.

As I entered the warmth of the shower, I couldn't stop smiling. I felt like a whole new person. As though through sex I had discovered the meaning of life.

I want to do that every night of my life, I thought as I quickly washed myself. And I want to always do it with Matthew.

In a hurry to return to him, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. From the living room, I was aware of him walking around. And as I stepped through the door, I was surprised to see him dressed and ready to walk out the door.

"Are you leaving?" I asked, my voice unable to hide the disappointment.

There was a guilty, shifty look in his eyes. He looked toward the door as though he was eager to leave, then he looked at me as though he didn't want to say goodbye.

"I shouldn't have done that," he blurted, his words running together.

"But I wanted to." "It was wrong."

I walked toward him, my wet hair dripping on the carpet. Laying a hand on his arm, I tried to pull him toward me for a kiss, but he wouldn't budge.

"There was nothing wrong about what we did," I told him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed before running a hand through his hair. To me, he looked more handsome than ever, but had I lost my appeal to him now that he'd had me?

I started to feel a twinge of anger develop in my gut. Sensing the tension in me, he took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.

"Becca, listen to me. It's not you. You're beyond incredible. And what we shared..." He paused briefly, shaking his head as if he wasn't sure what had happened was real. "Well, I'll remember that for the rest of my life. You're perfect to me, Becca. But what we just did, it can never happen again."

"But..."

"Your father would never forgive me if he found out. Shit, he's my best friend. He trusts me." He let go of me abruptly and walked to the door. "I'm so sorry," he said, then opened the door and walked out.

As the door closed behind him, I stared at the spot he'd just stood in. A girl weaker than me would have crumbled.

Might have even felt as though they'd been used.

But all I could think was that through losing my virginity, I had earned a superpower. I knew how to blow his mind and make him touch Heaven. I had given him the time of his life and he fucking well knew it. He'll be back, I thought with a smile as I returned to the bathroom. He won't be able to stop dreaming about me.