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Strict Daddy: Jeremy Den 2

As soon as she stop moaning, I withdraw my dick, she beg, " no please, leave it in, please Jeremy, leave it in there!"

Then I stop rocking her, and unwrap her legs from around me. She looked confused - maybe because I did not cum.

I set her on the ground without saying a word, then turn her around. My hands pull her polo completely off her body.

She is standing there naked in the cold weather, with only a pair of socks on.

The only problem is, we can hear music's coming out from the nearby houses. There are about four houses away from my house, and I believe the people living in those houses, can hear Pamela moaning hard.

Of course, She freak out. "Ohhhh God, oh goodness..." She whisper in rising panic, clasping her arms over her boobs.

" It is raining plus the loud music so They can not hear you," I say gruffly, commandingly.

" But..."

Before she can say anything else, I pull her arms roughly away from her boobs, bend her over and plant her hands against the table in her room.

My hands glide down her arms and cup her boobs, supporting them, pinching her nipples.

My dick passes in-between her thighs... my head pressing against her clitoris...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...", I moan.

I am inside her again, and it feels sooo goooooooood.

Firstly, I start off with a couple of thrusts, just to get my dick all the way inside her. Then, I start circling my hips, kind of 'swirling' his cock inside me, hitting a whole bunch of new areas she did not even know existed. She is moaning with every new sensation.

Eventually I start thrusting again... but with this new angle, my head rubbing right on her g-spot, and the entire length of my dick is caressing her pussy with every stroke.

She is standing there, hands pressed against the table, eyes half closed, drunk on pleasure and the feel of my gliding over the most pleasurable parts deep inside her.

Can you imagine I am inside my family friend's daughter. I am FUCKING her. An innocent girl now like a whore, I am possessing her, owning her, using her, making her cum over and over, with nothing she can do but surrender completely to the pleasure I am bringing her.

And all the while, my near by neighbors are still in their houses, I believe they can not hear Pamela moaning. If only they could see her, her perfect body completely naked, legs spread wide, palms pressed against the table, with the most sexy and gorgeous man they have ever met having sex, FUCKING Pamela against a window in my house.

The incredible torn on of it all, the imagination of what their reactions would be if the neighbors saw her getting manhandled and fucked in my house on this table, will revs her up so high I don't think she can bear it anymore.

"Oh God... oh goodness... oh fuck!', she screams again as she start cuming once more, this time harder and more powerfully than the rest.

Her cries became too much for me,so I start groaning and bellowing like some primordial beast. I sink deep inside her with one last powerful thrust, my hips slapping her ass, and I shout as I cum. I believe she can feel my thick base suddenly explode, get even thicker - can almost feel my cum travel up my dick with every pulse, every spasm.

Her orgasm, which had been dying out, suddenly crests into another one as she feel me spurting inside her.

Through my haze of ecstasy, I secretly wish that I was not wearing a condom so that I could feel her hot splash of her juicy when I am inside her, filling her up.

I lean over her back, groaning, as the little contractions go from two a second to one a second, to one every few seconds, to intermittent little pulses. I kiss her back, then her neck and softly caresses her boobs.

When caressing her boobs, chills tremble across her skin.

Then I am standing up straight... my dick is withdrawing... and it is gone.

I turn her around and kiss her, long deep, slow, sensual. My hands rove over her naked body, clutching her ass, caressing her skin.

When I pull away, she keep her eyes close for a few seconds. Maybe still mesmerized.

I am looking at her wondering if all of this is a dream.

All of that could not have just happened... could it?

When she finally open her eyes, I keep my face straight. The condom is gone, my dick- still hard - is back in my pants. I am holding her polo in one hand, my pant in the other.

I press them against her boobs.

I went out of her room, straight to the kitchen thinking of what have happened.

I’ve known the Fredrick for years, and never once have I looked at their daughter in a manner that wasn’t respect and admiration. But today, for the first time, I’m no longer seeing Pamela as a kid but a grown woman who I have just fuck and she is as tempting as ever.

"Fuck Jeremy, what have you done?" I mutter to myself, trying to let anything other than Pamela occupy my brain.

I should be preparing and thinking about work and the fact that I should be getting ready to leave, but here I am, I just fuck the last person I should not have fucked. But it is like I am suddenly plagued and then a thought strikes me. Pamela will be staying over for two weeks. If I am already tempted by her, we had sex within a day of her being here, what will it be like days from now when she will be all that I see when I come home, tired, sexually frustrated and hornier than ever? I won’t be able to call anyone over with her here. I can, but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable – which is stupid because I’m a grown man and this is my house.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and gulp it down, feeling as it warms my inside. Just as I’m finally able to get my mind off Pamela, she enters the kitchen with a smile. She had changed up to something not as sexy as what she was wearing when I went to her room to sex her. A sweater hides the wonders I had witnessed earlier and baggy pants that don’t show an inch of her shape.

I should be grateful. I am, but a part of me wants more, as stupid as it may sound.

“Coffee?” I ask, gesturing towards the cup I filled earlier.

“Thanks,” she says with a smile as she reaches for it and takes a sip. She watches me from over the rim as she drinks, and I know that the screws are turning in her head. I just want to know what she’s thinking.

When she has had her fill, she sets the cup on the counter and licks her lips, drawing my attention to them. They are a bright pink, looking incredibly soft and juicy.

“Thanks for letting me stay here, by the way. I told mom and dad that I would’ve been fine home alone, but you know how they are,” she shrugs.

I smile despite myself. “Yeah, your father is very overprotective, and your mother has learned to be the same.”

She laughs and somehow it manages to warm all my insides. “I see you redecorated. It’s really nice,” she says as she looks around the all-white kitchen.

Nice of her to notice. “Yeah, a friend of mine helped me with the redesign. Apparently, the pop of colors is much more welcoming than the black.”

Her smile broadens. “It certainly is.”

There’s a bit of silence, but it isn’t the awkward type. It’s like an electrical field has been charged around us and is pulling us together. My body is heating up, my cock is starting to respond again and fuck, I want to kiss her so bad.

But my cell phone shrills, breaking the silence like ice around us, and I don’t know whether to be thankful or a little disappointed. My gaze travels to the device, and I suddenly realize that it’s my work alarm, letting me know that I should be leaving right about now.

I sigh as I switch it off. “Duty calls,” I say as I look towards her. She manages a smile and fondles with the handle of her mug. “I er – I will be back later this evening. Make yourself at home and if there’s anything you need, just call me. The pantry and the fridge are stocked by the way, and there’s a number for a delivery service on the coffee table in the living room.” I know I’m blabbering, which is unlike me, but I can’t seem to help it.

It seems to get a giggle out of Pamela. “Yeah, noted. Thanks, Jeremy.”

I nod and move past her, heading upstairs to get dressed. I have half a mind to take a cold shower before I leave, but time won’t allow it. I’m already late, and the faster I leave this house, the better.

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