She was too loud; her dad came knocking… [MF]

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

She got no marks for being original but I wasn’t fucking her for her sharp wit. Sarah was on top of me, her soft breasts pressed tight to my chest as my arms wrapped around her slender shoulders pulling her closer. So far, she’d manage to keep it down. Her dad was downstairs and she’d made me promise we wouldn’t be too loud. Our rhythm wasn’t perfectly in time but it was enough to get the job done – I could feel the torrent of her pussy juices leaking down, past my balls to create a wetspot on the bed. We were tight together but the smell of her sex and our sweat mixing was intoxicating: I needed more. As I licked her ear, she whimpered so I doubled down by yanking lightly on her hair and firmly whispering my next command.

“Ride me.”

She knew exactly how to give me what I wanted. I released her from my arms and, in one swift motion, she was up and rapidly bucking her hips back and forth. Looking down, I could now see, as well as feel, she’d picked up the pace. I ran my fingertips through the triangle of light hair on her mound, causing her to exhale more deeply. Once one of my fingers had found its way further down and rested on her swollen clit, she moved up another gear. I didn’t even have to move – she was doing all the work. My other hand moved to brush a strand of her golden hair out of her face. I wanted to see her. To feel her. To feel **everything**.

The pace of her, bucking away on top of me, was unrelenting.

What tipped her over the edge was what nearly ruined everything. I moved my spare hand down to cup her right breast, enjoying the sight of one of her big tits swinging while the other remained stock still, squashed in my grip. I tightly squeezed her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, setting off a chain reaction I’d never intended. Her pussy burned around me, a pleasurable inferno consuming me. Her hips thundered harder than before, forcing her clit harder against my finger. And then, she moaned. Louder and louder. No words, just guttural sounds that punctuated the air around us with a melody to hear accompany the now insistent creaking of the bedsprings. I could feel I was close, the muscles in my dick contracting, ready to fill this teenage girl with cum…

Three knocks.

A pause.

“Sarah, are you OK, honey?”

Everything came to a standstill. Now all of our muscles contracted, both Sarah and I, leaving us knotted together on the precipice.

“I’m fine, daddy… thank you…”

We waited to see what would happen next. The only sound we heard was the soft tick of the clock on the bedside table. Her dad lingered too long outside and the tension in the room was growing thicker by the second until, eventually, we heard his footsteps as he walked down the landing and back downstairs. To my surprise, I was still hard, though my prostrate was aching. Another surprise was coming: Sarah made eye contact and then resumed riding my still hard dick and moaning just as she had been before we were interrupted. With my finger still on her clit, it took only second more for us both to cross the line together, her moans now filling the room as my cum flowed freely deep into her pussy.

She collapsed on top of me, back to where we started, and exhaled.

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