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There are plenty of problems with this situation.
The first problem is the phrase “the whole apple doesn't fall far from the tree” is, really, really wrong. Why is that the first thing that people say about a father and a son?
In this case, Penelope Featherington can tell you that is one hundred percent not true. Conner Bridgerton has always been such a sweet guy. Totally a lover at heart. His hair is slightly lighter than his fathers. He plays sports—he's been accepted into university on multiple scholarships.
But there's always been something…missing. Something that she could never really understand.
Well, that was before this situation. Now she understands that the apple does indeed fall from the tree, and that Mr. Colin Bridgerton does have his son beat in one area. It's that the thick tip of his cock can reach her cervix. And that he can make her cum quicker than any man she's ever met before.
God, it's so wrong she knows what it feels like. But she can't seem to stop herself.
After yet, another fight with her boyfriend, she found another reason to go sneak into his father's room. Where she definitely shouldn't be. It's so awful, Conner is sleeping right down the hall. Yet, the two of them can't seem to stop themselves.
Now, she's on top of him—that night gown she was wearing tossed off to the side—grinding her hips down so hard that she can feel his cock rubbing against her sensitive cervix. His hands are holding onto her thighs as he watches her.
"Does this make you feel better?" Colin whispers, bringing his hand up to smack against the skin on her thigh. "Hmm, are you giving your pretty pussy what it needs?"
It's the thing that she hates, but somehow loves. Like her own boyfriend—fuck, well his son—couldn't make her feel good. Who is she kidding? Not in the same way Colin's making her feel right now. Her cunt feels like it's being split in two by his thick and throbbing cock. She's so wet that her juices are leaking onto him.
"Yes—yes," Penelope moans. "I feel so empty without you. I just wanna be good for you, Mr. Bridgerton."
"What did I say, baby?" he asks, "If you don't ride daddy's cock the way he likes it, I think I'll spill our little secret."
It's something that she knows he won't really tell. But it's the thought, that rush that it gives her. That drives her to move her hips and ride his cock a little harder for him.
"Please, daddy," she begs. "Please—please don't tell. I promise that I'll be better."
With a slap of his hand onto her pale skin, turns it red. The sting almost stops her from riding him. His hand kneads her, almost like he's trying to make up for being so rough with her.
"You're irresistible, you know that," Colin grumbles, using both of his hands to make her ride him faster. "All you wanted tonight was my cock stuffed inside of you. Hmmm? Especially after that loud argument you had."
Somehow, he knows what's been going through her head. That all she's been able to think about is being stuffed full of his fat cock, that way his thumb rubs over her clit, and how tight her clenching cunt gets when he's about to make her cum.
"I—I—I love him, Mr. Bridgerton, I promise you that I do," she whimpers. "I can't—I can't help that I need you."
With one hand, she squeezes her breast. Trying her best to distract him, to get all of his attention on watching her. He can't help it, he's told her anyway. That all he can do is think of how good her breasts look when she's on top of him.
"I am sure you do, baby," he gives her a smirk. "What do you think you're gonna do with him? Marry him and give him lots of babies?"
"Mhmm," she mumbles, biting down on her bottom lip as she stares into his eyes.
It's the way he looks at her, the instant jealousy that seems to consume him. Or maybe it's what she wants to think he is consumed with. That he's so jealous that this could be a reality for her. That she could really marry Conner after all this.
Suddenly, Colin flips both of them, using his hands to fold her in half, to the point that her knees are so tightly pressed up against her chest. And her feet are over his shoulder. Oh—fuck, when did he get so good at this? His cock slams back into her, just keeps fucking her. Not caring about the loud moans that slip from her mouth. Or how loud the sounds her pussy makes as she sucks him in.
If anything, she can tell it's driving him crazy. The way her pussy is clenching against him. That sound of his balls slamming into her.
"Do you really think you're gonna be able to leave me alone?" he questions. "That you're gonna see me and not think about how good I fuck you?"
"I—I think so," she mumbles.
"Oh, my sweet girl," Colin shakes his head.
He gives a few hard thrusts into her, hitting that sweet spot that almost makes her cum. Until the next one where he stops, burying his cock all the way inside of her. She watched his face change to that sad look in eyes.
"I'm gonna miss this pretty little pussy," he says. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself."
"Please," she whines, digging her hands into the bed sheets. "Please, don't stop."
"You know what to say," he mutters.
"Daddy," she begs. "Please—please I need to cum."
It's the word that always seems to take away the thoughts for him. It's a word that she can't help but say every time she fucks him. Her hand digs into the sheets to the point her knuckles turn white when he starts to thrust again. The bed taps against the wall with every deep thrust.
His hand, it slaps against her mouth the moment she starts to get too loud. Loud enough that just maybe his son would start to wonder what's happening. She can feel it, that she's so close to cumming all over his cock.
She's so wet that the juices are dripping onto the bed under her. Taking his hand off her mouth, he cups her cheek. She knows what's next. One of the things that she loves. He stuffs his thick fingers into her mouth, since he knows it'll keep her quiet when she cums. Since he says she's quite the "screamer."
"Shhh baby," Colin groans. "You gotta be quiet, I'm not looking to get into a fight with my only son."
Colin starts fucking her harder, the bed frame tapping against the wall a little louder. A huge grin forms on his face as she sucks on his fingers.
"So when it's really," he thrusts. "Late at night, and he's not giving you what you need," he thrusts again, dragging his cock in and out, enough that she can feel how soaked she is. "Do you really think you'll be able to stop yourself?"
His fingers leave her mouth, and she bites down on her lower lip. He's fucking her so deep that she can feel those thick veins along his length. She wonders if she'll ever be able to have sex like this again.
"Mr—Mr. Bridgerton."
Without hesitation, those same two spit covered fingers slip back into her mouth. It's what he likes, to see the spit leaking out of both sides of her mouth. At first, she didn't understand why he liked it so much. Now, it turns her on so much that she can feel that subtle twitch of his cock inside of her every time.
The way he's fucking her is enough to make her eyes start to roll back. Her hips start to rock as he keeps thrusting into her. The same as they've done for the last three weeks, including the last couple nights in a row.
This is wrong.
It's what she tells herself, over and over again, that she has to accept what she's doing is wrong and stop it.
"It's not going to be enough for you, is it, baby?" he asks. "Conner is never going to be enough for you, not like this."
His fingers slide out, his hand cups her face. He lifts her chin enough that she looks at him in those deep blue eyes. Her favorite color. Conner's eyes are brown. But she stares long enough to look at all of his face. To feel just how good it is.
"Colin, I'm gonna…"
Oh god, it's happening again. Her boyfriend's father is so deep inside of her. Pounding her sensitive pussy relentlessly into his worn out bed. Her legs, god they're hanging onto his shoulder. She's just…taking it.
"You need me to make you cum, don't you?"
All she can do is stare at him, and beg herself to not say yes, that he is what she needs.
Fuck, her cunt is stretched and sore. It's what happens when she's taken him this many nights in a row. And then, his cock hits her cervix, just in the right way, that she can't help it anymore.
"Yes, yes, please, Mr. Bridgerton, please make me cum."
His fingers leave her mouth, going down to her swollen clit. Rubbing a few circles before she finally cums. Her cunt squeezes him so tight that he has to bite down on his lip. Her juices spill out around his cock.
Usually, he stops, pulls his cock out and starts jerking it until his thick white ropes of cum paint her belly. But this time, he isn't. He keeps fucking her, taking both of his hands to grip her calves. Until she can feel his finger nails digging into her.
That's another reason him and his son are completely different. Colin Bridgerton doesn’t use condoms. He thrusts into her one last time, bucking his hips until she feels the hot spurts of his cum paint inside of her.
"Fuucccck," he groans, making sure to get every drop inside of her cunt. "I just couldn't pull out in time."
Now, she would protest, say that she didn't want that, but she did. She can't lie to herself and tell herself that she didn't practically beg him every single time to cum inside of her. As if he didn't give her the talk that it's always "wrong" to do that.
She gives him a grin before he finally starts to pull out of her.
"Do you think he would mind?"
"He would mind what?"
"If I fucked you one more time.”
