The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of Joe's snoring in the living room. Taylor smirked, watching her boyfriend sprawled out, dead to the world, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand. She rolled her eyes; Joe always overdid it at these parties.
Tonight, though, her attention wasn't on him. Her gaze drifted toward the kitchen, where Travis, Joe's father, was leaning against the counter, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of his chest. The sight made her stomach twist with excitement. He was older, experienced, and carried himself with an effortless confidence that Joe simply didn't have.
Taylor bit her lip, her pulse quickening as she watched him. The forbidden thrill of lusting after her boyfriend's dad sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She'd felt this way for weeks, stealing glances, lingering in the doorways whenever Travis was around. But tonight, she was done with glances. Tonight, she wanted more.
"Joe's really out of it, huh?" Travis said, noticing her stare, a knowing grin tugging at his lips.
Taylor sauntered over, her hips swaying slightly, her eyes never leaving his. "Yeah, he is," she purred, her voice low. "He's always like this—can't hold his liquor."
Travis chuckled, his gaze trailing over her body. "Maybe you should get him to bed," he suggested, his tone light but his eyes dark with something deeper.
Taylor shrugged, moving closer until she was standing right in front of him. "I'd rather stay here," she murmured, leaning in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "With you."
Travis's eyes darkened, his breath catching slightly. "Taylor," he warned softly, "You're treading on dangerous ground."
She stepped even closer, pressing her body against his, feeling the hard contours of his muscles through his shirt. "Maybe I like the danger," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
He groaned, his hand moving to her waist, his grip firm. "You shouldn't," he replied, his voice strained. "I'm your boyfriend's father. Joe's right there, for god's sake."
A thrill ran through her at his words, the taboo of it all making her ache with desire. "I know," she whispered, her lips curving into a sly smile. "That just makes this even hotter, don't you think?"
Travis exhaled sharply, his restraint beginning to fray. "You're a naughty little thing," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Do you have any idea what you're asking for?"
Her breath hitched as she felt his touch, her body reacting immediately. "I know exactly what I'm asking for," she replied, pressing her hips against his, feeling the hardness growing in his pants. "I've been thinking about it every time I see you."
His hand tightened on her waist. "Really?" he drawled, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "And what about Joe? What does he have that I don't?"
Taylor let out a soft laugh, her hand sliding down to palm the bulge in his pants. "A smaller dick, for starters," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
Travis chuckled darkly, his other hand slipping beneath her shirt, his fingers grazing her skin. "You little brat," he growled, his grip tightening. "You think you can handle what I have to offer?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "I think I can handle it just fine," she whispered, her breath warm against his mouth. "The question is, can you handle me?"
That was all the provocation he needed. With a growl, Travis's mouth crushed against hers, his hands moving to her hips as he lifted her onto the counter. Taylor gasped into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
"You like teasing me, huh?" Travis muttered against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "You want to see how far you can push me?"
She grinned, her hand sliding up his chest, her nails scraping against his skin. "I want to see how much you want me," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her head back, his lips trailing down her throat. "I've been wanting you since the first day Joe brought you over," he confessed, his mouth hot against her skin. "Every time I look at you, I imagine what it would be like to bend you over and make you scream."
Taylor moaned, her hips grinding against him. "Then do it," she breathed, her hands tangling in his hair. "Make me scream."
Travis's hand moved up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "Joe's a fool for not seeing how badly you need to be fucked," he growled, his lips capturing hers again in a hungry kiss.
Taylor arched against him, her hands gripping his shoulders. "He could never fuck me like you can," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with desire. "He's too soft, too inexperienced."
Travis chuckled, his hand slipping down to cup her sex, his fingers pressing against the wet fabric of her panties. "So wet already," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?"
"Only for you," she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
He smirked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. "You want to see how a real man takes care of his woman?" he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
"Yes," she whispered, her breath hitching as he slid his fingers along her slick folds. "Please, Travis."
He growled, his fingers teasing her entrance. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough.
"Please, Travis," she moaned, her hands clutching his shoulders. "I need you."
"Good girl," he muttered, his fingers plunging into her, stretching her, filling her. Taylor cried out, her body arching against him, her nails digging into his skin.
"You feel that?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "That's what a real man feels like."
"Yes," she gasped, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand, her body trembling with pleasure. "More, Travis, please."
He chuckled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling her clit. "You want more, baby?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'll give you more."
Taylor's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she neared her release. "Travis," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"That's it, baby," he whispered, his mouth moving to her ear. "Cum for me. Let Joe hear you scream."
With a final thrust of his fingers, Taylor shattered, her body convulsing against him, her cries echoing through the house. She held onto him as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
Travis didn't give her a moment to recover. He lifted her off the counter and carried her to the couch where Joe was passed out, laying her down in full view of his sleeping son. His fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"Do you know what happens now, princess?" he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
Taylor licked her lips, her heart racing with anticipation. "You're going to fuck me," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
Travis smirked, his hands moving to unbutton his pants. "Damn right, I am," he growled. "And you're going to love every second of it."
He thrust into her in one powerful motion, filling her completely, making her gasp. "Oh god," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "So big... so much bigger than Joe."
Travis grinned, his hips moving against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "That's right, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're mine now. And I'm going to make you forget all about him."
