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"What a beautiful day!” Erin said to Damian as they drove together towards his parents' house, where they had been invited for the weekend. The windows were down in the car and a delightful spring breeze filled the air with the scent of lilacs. It was a gorgeous, sunny day with the promise of renewal in the air.

"It is beautiful, my love,” Damian replied. “I could not ask for a better day to bring you home to meet my folks." He had been looking forward to introducing Erin to his parents ever since he met her, knowing there is something special about her. 

"I am still a little nervous though, babe,” Erin said. “Tell me more about your parents." She slid her hand onto his thigh and he could feel her nerves through the gentle squeeze she gave him. It was almost as if she sensed something of significance about this meeting.

Damian placed his hand over Erin’s and gave her fingers a soft squeeze to calm her nerves. The touch relaxed her, sending a gentle warmth over her skin. Damian has a quiet strength that calms her. He always has. 

Damian looked over at Erin and smiled. “My mom, Dara, will love you,” he said reassuringly. “She is generous. Loving. She is a giver. She likes to take care of people. She’ll want to know your favorite meal and cook it. She’s the kind of mom who always had all of our friends over when we were kids. Our house was the gathering place. As long as you make me happy, she will love you. And you do. So she will."

“My dad, Angus,” he added, “is a different story. He can be quiet and intimidating. He has a very strong personality, and is an extremely driven and successful man. He has little patience for meek people. Some friends of mine he never seemed to notice or acknowledge until they had been friends for months or longer. He gravitates to intelligence. To people with backbone, who will contribute and share their thoughts. Don’t be intimidated by him. Just be yourself. If you do that, he’ll definitely approve.”

This visit was important to both of them - she hoped for Damian’s father’s approval and he wanted his parents to like this woman who had captured his heart. Ever since their first date at the Yodade Lodge, when Erin and Damian discovered their unique and deep connection, they had grown immensely close, rooted in a shared connection that exceeded their conscious understanding. 

Damian, a strong and successful man, held his father and role model in very high esteem. For Erin’s part, she knew Damian’s deep respect for his father, and so his approval was very important to her. 

"They both sound like lovely people,” Erin said, smiling at Damian, “and I am looking forward to getting to know them. I will like them both for the sole fact they created you.”

“Your dad sounds a lot like you,” she added. “Strong and successful. Intelligent and driven. I am sure I will like him." Erin felt a little more comfortable now. If the father was like the son, she would be in the presence of someone special - the creator of the man she adores. 

As the car sped along the highway, Erin watched the scenery pass them by and allowed her mind to wander, imagining the evening ahead. She had always been a confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind in groups in which she is comfortable. Meeting new people, however, has always been an area of hesitancy, for fear of not being accepted. 

Yes, approval from those in authority has always mattered to Erin. She wondered about what Damian's father would think of her. Damian is a strong presence, and if he follows in his father’s footsteps, his father must have the same strength of character, and more. She reflected further on the importance of gaining his acceptance. There had never been a doubt in her mind that Damian adored and respected every element of her. In return, she loved him to no end. It would mean so much to her to also gain his parents’, and especially his father's, approval. 

Erin shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs and not realizing that the bottom of her floral wrap dress had risen part way up her thigh. Noticing this from the corner of his eye, Damian, who displayed an endless appreciation for Erin, reached across and slipped his hand over her bare thigh, "I think my dad will probably also like your dress,” he said with a playful smile. 

"Oh, you think so?" Erin replied as she teasingly pulled the hem of her dress to mid-thigh, watching Damian's eyes follow her hand. "That's nice, but I'm really only concerned with your appreciation of my dress." Erin smiled playfully and seductively at Damian as she watched that familiar desirous look spread over his eyes. He always had a seemingly insatiable hunger for her. 

“Yes, I do think so,” Damian answers. “What red blooded man wouldn’t?”

Damian’s fingers slid between her knees and traveled up the soft skin of her bare inner thigh, pushing her dress up higher. Erin parted her knees, welcoming Damian’s gentle, yet deliberate path. "You know I love your dress, kitten,” he added. “And my father is definitely a red blooded man.” Damian’s fingers roamed further until he reached the fabric of her panties, then caressed the shape of her labia. 

"Mmm ... babe,” he observed, smiling. “Your panties are damp. What has you aroused?"

Sliding forward instinctively to his welcomed touch, Erin looked at Damian with a surprised look. "It must be from the warmth of your touch,” she answered, though she was also feeling something deeper. A quiet yearning she couldn’t quite identify. There was something powerful about this day and this meeting.

As Damian drove and Erin slid further forward, his fingers accepted the unspoken invitation. Erin’s knees shifted wider apart and she closed her eyes. Damian’s fingers slowly caressed her through her panties. His middle finger pressed against the fabric until he was first tracing her labia and then adding just enough pressure to press the fabric between her lips, parting them. The motion of Damian’s fingertip caused the lightest friction, stroking the fabric slowly between her parted lips. He glanced over at her and smiled as he watched her eyes close, relenting to the pleasure. 

Damian’s fingertip deftly stroked and caressed, sliding the fabric down between Erin’s lips, briefly trapping the fabric as it caught and then over and across her clit. She moaned as his fingers found her swelling clitoris, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation of the damp cotton rubbing between her lips and sliding over her tingling bud. Maybe it was the feeling of the warm spring breeze filling the car and her lungs, or maybe it was the nervous excitement she felt of the upcoming dinner, but Erin sensed something different about the arousal building inside her. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Nevertheless, she gave in to Damian's touch. Erin was no stranger to submitting to this man, who knew exactly how to touch her. 

Erin lost track of time as she felt the sensations flowing through her body. It was only when she opened her eyes to glance over at Damian that she realized that the car was pulling up in front of his parents’ house. Her knees were pointed outward, her ass forward on the seat, and, despite where they are, a gasp flowed through her pursed lips. Her hips instinctively rocked against Damian’s stroking finger.

"Oh my God!” Erin exclaimed. “You could have given me a warning! So much for making a good impression.” Erin was only mildly scolding him as she tried to straighten her dress, hoping her cheeks were not as flushed as they felt. 

“Don’t worry, babe.” Damian responded playfully. “You are positively glowing. And what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” They stepped out of the car at the same time. Damian grabbed their bag and they walked to the door together.

Holding Erin’s hand in one hand and the bag in the other, Damian led Erin up the steps to the porch. Erin barely had a chance to ring the doorbell before Damian’s mother, Dara, swung the door open and wrapped Damian in a hug. Damian introduced Erin to Dara and, a moment later, she found herself wrapped in a hug too. Dara was a warm woman, just as Damian had described. Erin immediately felt welcomed. 

As Dara hugged Erin, she asked how their drive was. "Um, it was very good, thanks," Erin said as she stole a knowing glance at Damian, thankful his mother couldn’t see the naughty glint in her eye.

"Thank you so much for having me, Dara,” she added. “I've very much been looking forward to meeting you." 

”Damian has told us so much about you,” Dara said to Erin. “Let me introduce you to Angus. He is looking forward to meeting you as well.” Dara led Erin through the house into the kitchen, where Angus was pouring drinks, while Damian set their bag at the bottom of the stairs. 

Dara introduced Erin to Angus, and he shook her hand. "Welcome to our home, Erin, we are pleased to meet you." His grip was strong, firm and his eyes stared directly into hers. This must be some of the intimidation Damian described, Erin thought to herself. There was a quiet, controlled intensity to his bearing. Oddly enough, she did not feel intimidated in the least. She felt welcome.

Suddenly, a wave of sensation washed over her. While his look felt deeply familiar, similar to the way Damian looked into her blue-green eyes, there was also a hint of something deeper. For a moment, Erin’s eyes felt as if they glazed over, as she was looking off into the distance to somewhere unknown. She would swear she saw the reflection of a flickering flame in Angus' eyes. The handshake lingered and, although she did not feel intimidated, she felt a profound warmth from Angus’ touch. The sound of a drumbeat echoed in the back of Erin’s mind.

Angus’ hands were firm and strong, but not rough. The feeling of familiarity intensified as if she is on the verge of remembering something.  A faint sensation rolled over her skin as the handshake released and the near-memory was lost. Although the deep sensations diminished as their hands drifted apart and the drums went silent, his eyes flickered once more. Erin felt her legs go a little weak, and put her hand on the counter. She suppressed a gasp. “This is a very formidable and powerful man,” she thought to herself. The proverbial apple did not fall far from the tree. She shivered again from the intensity of that brief touch. 

Damian joined them at that moment, as Angus handed a glass of wine to Erin. Taking a sip, she was surprised to feel that she was once again flushed, feeling a warmth radiating from somewhere deep inside. Angus engaged Erin in conversation, and Damian shared a brief look with Erin, showing surprise at Angus’ immediate interest in her. His dad must be in a good mood, he thought to himself. He does not often take such an interest in anyone right away. Maybe her handshake impressed him. Or, more likely, her confident bearing. Plus, she looked damn good in that dress. 

Damian paused for a moment, and glanced over again. He watched his father look at Erin. There was an intensity of focus. Erin, feeling her jitters from the car ride fade away, joined in the conversation easily, perhaps subconsciously drawn in by the focus Damian had observed.

As they comfortably conversed, Angus asked Erin about her work and background, and Damian left them to talk, helping his mother finish preparing the meal. Damian returned a few minutes later and watched Erin as she talked to his dad. Clearly, Angus still had Erin’s attention, and she had his. For a few minutes, they talked as if they were the only two in the room, while Damian attended to setting the table and bringing out the food.

As they engaged in conversation, Erin repeatedly felt herself aware of Angus' strong presence. She felt drawn to him. She recognized elements of Damian, but also something more. Until that moment, she had only ever felt a weakness in the presence of Damian, but how fitting it is that she should feel the same presence from his father, the man who created and raised him. She felt a slight tingle as she recognized the weakness she was feeling, coming from a well even more seasoned and deeper than Damian’s.

After the table was set, Angus led Erin to the dining room, much as Damian had led her to the house. Angus took his place at the head of the table, Dara at the opposite end, and Damian and Erin across from each other; Erin to Angus’s right. Angus poured more wine and Dara got started passing the roast, potatoes and buns around the table. Conversation and laughter flowed easily through dinner. Erin felt welcome, confident, engaged and like she fit in. This relaxed her. 

As Erin crossed her legs beneath the table, her foot briefly grazed the side of Angus's calf. She looked up to him to apologize, but his gaze froze her. She said nothing. But she felt something. A heat so intense, surrounding her, like flames of a nearby fire. As she felt the flame’s heat surrounding her, she quickly glanced away, sure she was blushing as she felt something rising within her. But she looked back and caught his eye again. "Could he have felt it too?" she thought to herself.

With the flames, the sensation she had felt while shaking his hand returned. It grew, and continues to spread through her body and as she had another glass of wine and finished the delicious dinner. Erin met Angus’s gaze and they shared a silent, private moment. Something was happening. Angus was somehow compelling her, it seemed, in some unspoken way that she could not have resisted if she had wanted to - which she did not. Emboldened by the wine and the confidence she felt at fitting in so easily, she dared herself further, surrendering to this profound moment.

Slipping her shoe off quietly, Erin lifted her foot again, this time on purpose. Her toe met the back of Angus’ calf, but she did not look at him. She simply tested whether what she had sensed was there. On the one hand she couldn’t believe she was doing this, while on the other she simply couldn’t seem to resist. 

Erin slid her toe ever so slowly and deliberately along the back of Angus’ calf, feeling a rush through her body and mind. Goosebumps raced over her flesh and she had to suppress a gasping breath and quickly stop biting her lower lip. This is not the type of woman she is. She was normally so well-behaved. But there was something about Angus she found very difficult - no, impossible - to resist. Angus glanced at her. Something about that glance caused Erin to stifle a gasp. She felt intoxicating heat. Power. Unwavering strength. She felt delirious. It was almost as if she could cum just from the touch of her toe upon his calf. 

Pressing her foot against his leg, she felt Angus stirring in his seat. Erin stole a glance at Damian, who was thankfully, busy in conversation with his mother over the latest project he was working on. It was as if the conversation between Damian and Dara was giving Angus and Erin a little slice of privacy in the same room. Her breathing escalated. She took a sip of wine, hoping this would keep her calm and cool. She couldn’t help but feel this undeniable urge to slide her foot higher — a craving to touch his powerful, raging heat.

Her roaming, bare foot glided to the back of Angus’ knee before sliding up and over and in between his legs. As she slid the pad of her foot up his strong thigh, their eyes locked on each other. Angus's stare consumed her. She felt naked, and not only liked it, but wanted it. Somehow, in some deep and subconscious corner of her mind, she needed it. She was surprised at the many thoughts running through her mind. At the same time, she was mesmerized by the strength of his pull on her. The gravity. She was willingly spellbound.

Erin froze when Dara got up to serve dessert, afraid to move, confident but not certain the tablecloth covered her foot. Afraid of taking things too far and never being welcomed back to Damian's parents' house, she began to pull her foot away. Before she could do so, Angus grabbed her foot. And held it there. Strength. Heat. Command. Her heart was pounding. She could feel her pulse in her clit.

Shaking the sensation for the briefest moment and attempting to bring some normalcy back into the evening, Erin couldn’t help but feel Angus' eyes on her as she chimed into the conversation with Damian and Dara, saying how proud she was of Damian's success on his current project. And she truly was. So proud of her man. 

Still, she felt the gaze. Burning through her. In her. Igniting the inferno inside. And she felt completely melted and frozen by it, all at the same time. And alive. It stoked a strong desire to want more from this man, this Alpha, whose deep well of power and heat obviously exceeded even Damian’s.

She returned Angus’ stare. Each time they made eye contact, she felt the flames igniting. Each time, it made her squirm further. What started as curiosity, built to desire and became undeniable need.

Dara returned to the table with dessert. Blueberry cheesecake - Erin's favourite. “His family is so kind and warm,” she thought to herself. They all enjoyed dessert, with more conversation about current events and some politics. When Dara cleared the table and returned to the kitchen, Erin felt Angus’s hand, under the table, come to rest upon her thigh. Never before feeling so brazen, she welcomed his touch. Again, familiar, yet different. Stronger. More commanding. Deeper heat. Greater strength.

His fingers spread across the flesh of her thigh, her dress hiked up. His touch was purposeful, intentional, heated and strong. She started to realize consciously that she needed this. Craved it. He looked at her deliberately as he told Dara, who was cleaning up in the kitchen, that she should leave it for the morning. Erin realized quite clearly that he was sending a message to her, as much as to Dara. Dara, exhausted from the day, called out saying she was going to bed and would see everyone in the morning.

As soon as she said so, Angus’s fingers very deliberately crawled higher. Erin slid forward in the chair, slipping closer to his touch. His fingers crawled underneath the hem of her dress, which rose higher as she scooted forward. Determinedly seeking more. Driven by the urge to satisfy. To please.

Angus’s strong hand traveled further up her warm flesh. Erin parted her legs. Unashamedly giving in to something, although she was still not yet sure of what that was. She just knew she needed it. Angus was gripping, squeezing her thigh, leaving a trail of tingling sensation as she suppressed a gasp. She was reminded of the car ride here. Just like Damian’s hand did in the car, Angus’ fingertip began to trace the contour of the cotton fabric of her panties, making her close her eyes for the briefest moment. 

Suddenly shaken from her reverie, Erin worried Damian would suspect the vibe between her and his father. And, if she could be truly honest with herself, she needed to be alone with Angus. She needed Damian to go. If she held back any further, she would burst. Her skin was crawling and alive with need for this powerful man. She needed to please him.

Possessed and driven, Erin said, turning to Damian, “Babe, why don't you take our things upstairs? I would rather we aren't too disruptive later on since your mother has gone to bed.” Damian agreed and got up, sensing an unknown energy in the room.

Damian leaned over the table and kissed Erin’s cheek before heading upstairs, unaware that his father’s fingertips were caressing over her panties. In a moment of clarity, Erin paused to consider the situation she is in. She and Damian shared everything with each other. All of their innermost secrets, desires, both past and present. Now Erin wondered how on earth she would be able to explain this to Damian. But it also never crossed her mind that she would consider keeping it from him. Nor did it cross her mind that she was capable of stopping or wanting to stop what was happening. Somehow, although her logical mind feared he would be upset at crossing this obviously taboo line, she also believed in her heart, for reasons she could not logically understand, that Damian will be pleased by this intense bond between two of the people he loved most in this world.

As if with a renewed sense of purpose, once Damian had left the room, Erin pushed her chair back from the table. She knew this was what Angus wanted. Silently demanded. Eyes fixed and seductively staring into Angus's eyes, she intended to bare herself as the willing object of his furious desire. Angus’ eyes looked back at hers with an intense fire. For a moment, the room stood still. Angus just watched her, clearly pleased. 

Unsure of what would happen next, but yielding eagerly to whatever it was, she felt bold and strong and somehow weak all at the same time. 

"From what Damian told me, I knew I would like you,” Erin said, “but I did not expect you to so easily like me." 

“There is so much to like,” Angus said with a warm smile, which Erin returned. “And I suspect there is much more to like,” he added before whispering gruffly at her, with a slight nod: “Take it off.”

Erin flushed for a moment, but then responded instantly to Angus’ command. She rose from the chair and breathed deeply. Inhaling in through her nose as her chest rose. Oxygen filled her lungs, and confidence flooded her being. In that moment, she felt alive. Strong. Sexy. She grabbed the ties above her left hip, the only thing keeping her dress closed, and tugged at the bow, opening the dress and disrobing her curvy, feminine figure. Angus’ powerful gaze empowered her further. The dress slid off her shoulders and fell, crumpling, to the dining room floor.

She stepped forward to Angus. His nostrils seemed to flare just a bit. For a moment, neither of them spoke. He nodded at her bra and panties. “Those, too, Erin. Off.” She bit her lower lip.

"My God. That power." she thought to herself. “How is it that I am undressing for this man, upon our first meeting?” But she felt a compelling sensation that this was simply inevitable. She was consumed by the power he held over her. She needed his approval, almost desperately, and was ready to do what it took to get it. In this moment, she knew she was submitting to the most powerful man she had ever encountered.

She felt deep sensations washing over her. The need to please. Willingly obliging, she then looked deeply into Angus’ eyes and saw flames flicker again as she unhooked her bra from behind. The bra fell forward from her perfectly round breasts and off her arms. She hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties and slid them down her hips, her gaze never once leaving his eyes. For a moment, time stood still. The air was thick. Anticipation built and spread between them both. She wiggled the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, bare for him. She could feel the almost still air caressing her nakedness. Then her hands fell in front of her and she looked shyly down at the floor. Bare for him. Ready for his command.

Thoughts of her first date and stripping for Damian spiraled through her mind and mingled with ancient memories of how she was bared before the fire as Wesa. Now, as she stood bare and exposed before Angus, on display for his appraising eyes, she was convinced that an unexplained force was present there in that dining room, just like it was at the rustic Yodade Lodge that night with Damian.

Angus leaned forward. His right hand touched her inner right thigh, just above the knee. She melted into his touch and her legs went momentarily weak as a rush of nervous excitement rippled through her from head to toe.

His hand crawled higher, trailing up her tender flesh. Erin breathed in deeply, remembering where she was as she heard Damian's footsteps still upstairs. She exhaled slowly as she was brought back to the moment, relenting to the pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. 

Angus’s fingers climbed up until she had to step her feet just a bit further apart. As if on command, with not a word spoken. Her body was willing. This pleased him, she could see, and that melted her even further.

His middle fingers crawled deftly between her lips. He was deliberately examining her as he caressed. Exploring. Measuring her reaction. She welcomed every sensation he was creating and building. His finger slowly stroked and he continued to read her. Reading the hunger. A moan escaped her lips. He then added a second finger, between her lips, parting them. 

Erin breathed deeper and felt wetness and tingling flowing through her body and mind. Just the tips of his fingers explored her rim and dipped inside before pulling back over her clit. She emitted a long sigh of pleasure and then gasped as his fingers found her bud.

Slowly caressing her clit between two fingers. Finger-length strokes back and forth spurring increasingly intense sensations. She felt his firm and strong fingers rubbing and perfectly cradling her swollen clit. His fingers glided backwards and right into that wet pussy. He then rose from his chair and slid his left hand around the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his and sucked the breath from her lungs in an intoxicating kiss. 

The intense jolts rose through her groin and mingled with the fire in her belly. Her knees weakened and her body fell against his. He broke the kiss and slid his hand down the back of her arm, guiding her hand to the top of his pants. She slid her hand over his growing bulge.

Oh, that cock. That powerful, masthead cock. She felt heat. So much heat. Driven by desire, she opened the buckle of his belt. Fingers then worked at his button, opened it and then quickly unzipped his pants. 

She slipped her fingers into his pants, fingertips tucking into his boxers, seeking the source of all that heat. She groaned audibly as her fingertips slid over his hard cock. So rigid. So engorged. So heated and thick. So full. 

“Stroke it, Erin.” he commanded. She is fueled by his commanding, yet gentle presence. She wanted so badly to please him. She slid her hand in further as he pulled his pants off his ass and stepped out of them once they fell down his legs. Her fingers explored the ridges and veins. She stroked every inch of his shaft, feeling the heat.

“Is that what you need, Erin?” 

“Yes, Sir.” she whispered softly back.

"Are you a good girl, Erin? Are you good to my son?"

"Yes, of course, I am good to Damian." she looked at him, her eyes wide and eager. 

"Show me what you do for him."

Erin obeyed. She wrapped the fingers of both hands around his shaft. And began to stroke him. Hand over hand. Stroking his entire length, shaft and head all at once. She felt the heat coursing through his cock. The emanating power. It burned at her fingertips. 

“Oh, you are a good girl, aren’t you?” She looked up at him, their eyes locked together. 

His fingers caressed her face and slid through her long hair. “Yes, Erin, stroke me.” he whispered. “Stroke my rigid cock.” Exhaling through pursed lips, looking deeply into eyes, with flames flickering once more: “You need this, don’t you?” 

Erin silently nodded. She did. She needed Angus’ cock with every fiber of her being.

She caressed along his length with her fingers and then rubbed her palm over his tip. She did so dutifully and eagerly, needing both to please him and to have him. She gripped him tight and stroked him, finding a steady rhythm. His manhood was rock solid in the palm of her hand, and growing seemingly heavier as her soft hands pumped back and forth. Her pace built and Angus started to rock into her touch, fucking her fingers. He let out a low groan as his hips started to move, thrusting steadily into her closed grip. 

Time seemed to pass slowly. Both Erin and Angus were deeply consumed by and lost in this moment. Erin’s need and arousal quickly intensified. She was aware of a deep ache growing between her legs and she realized she was desperate for more. She no longer cared that it may be foreign and wildly taboo. She yearned for his approval, in so many more ways than she ever imagined she would need. And as if he could read her mind, he gave his next command. 

“Bend over the table," Angus ordered in a hoarse whisper, guiding her by the hips to turn around. 

Erin yearned to taste him. To kneel before him. To slip her lips over and around him. To suck and pleasure him. To feel his heat in her mouth, gliding over her tongue and stretching her lips. But she needed even more powerfully what he had commanded. Those needs could live to be filled another day.

She bit her lower lip, anticipating what was next, as she turned around and leaned forward.

“Ass out, breasts to the table,” Angus ordered. “And spread your legs.”

Erin gasped, and responded immediately, without hesitation. She pressed her body to the hard, solid table and felt the contrast of the cold wood against her belly and nipples. She slid her feet out and apart. Not only from instinct, but ensuring she did nothing to disappoint. 

“I am about to take you, Erin. Do you understand that? I am going to fuck you. But I am also going to take you.”

Unable to stifle the whimper and nodding her head in response, she lifted her ass up a little higher in invitation and silent response.

Angus rose, and unbuttoned his shirt. With his cock thick and heavy in hand, he rubbed the head of it against her bare ass, then slid the tip over her lips, feeling how wet and swollen they were. 

Smiling wide, he asks,“Is this what you want, Erin?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. “Please,” she added. 

Feeling her wet entrance, he pushed slightly into her. “Do you need it, Erin?”

She slid her feet further apart, opening wider, answering him silently once again. She was completely consumed with desire and need. She needed his cock in ways she had never before experienced or imagined.

Angus sensed Erin’s need. His hips fired powerfully forward, driving the breath from Erin’s lungs, lifting her to her toes and nearly off the floor. His cock stretched her tight around him, flooding her belly - her entire body - with fire. The sound of Erin’s gasp filled the room. 

For a moment, Angus held completely still, his pulsing cock buried in Erin’s core as she gripped the edges of the table, gathered herself and caught her breath. She felt an intense heat invading her body.

He leaned down over her naked, cock-filled body and spoke gruffly in her ear, “You like that?” 

Erin’s fingers gripped the edge of the table as she gasped, “Oh ... fuck ... yes.”

Angus slowly withdrew his heated length. Erin’s pussy gripped tight around his shaft, until the crown of Angus’s cock tickled the rim of Erin’s entrance. After pausing, Angus fired suddenly forward again, forcing another gasp from Erin’s lungs. Her body was crushed to the table from the force of the impact, and her nipples dragged across the cold table top, sending pulses through her body.

As the gasp passed through Erin’s lips, Angus asked, “Do you like that, good girl?”

As Erin moaned, “Ohhh yes!” Angus’ hips circled, his hands grasped her hips and fingers dug into her flesh as he stroked her insides with his powerful cock.

At that moment, Damian stepped off the bottom step and into the doorway of the dining room. Both too involved in their union, neither Angus nor Erin heard his footsteps on the stairs. Damian froze in the doorway, in disbelief as he took in the sight of them. Erin, naked, pinned to the table, beneath his father. His cock buried in her pussy. His pussy. 

Damian’s reactions were instant, numerous and free flowing. He was shocked. Mesmerized. Powerfully aroused. It was almost too much to process. He had to pause, gather himself, and look again. To stop, process and think. He had never had the opportunity to view his love this way. Bent over for and by another man. Being taken. And not just by any man. She was taking his father’s cock. It should be taboo. It was taboo. But Damian’s mind threw all of that out of the window. Whatever it was, it somehow, impossibly, felt right in ways that made no sense. Regardless, as he made that realization, he realized he wanted more. Craved more.

Oblivious to their new audience, Erin continued to absorb Angus’ pounding cock, her body rippling with each thrust. Erin’s moans flooded the room as she felt every deep stroke dragging against her inner walls. The thrusts filled her. Each touched a different spot inside her, at different angles and depths, sending consecutive waves of heat across her body. As flesh smacked against flesh, Erin’s body continued to ripple from the impact of Angus’ raw power.

Angus’ fingers gripped Erin’s shoulder, and he pulled her upright, leaning her back against him, pinned between his hard body and the table. Angus’s fingers found and cupped Erin’s breasts, his thumbs brushed over her nipples. His thrusting cock continued to lift her to her toes as his thumbs and forefingers closed on her taut nipples.

Erin turned her head to kiss Angus, hungry to feel his mouth against hers. Needing to feel and taste his tongue. As she turned her head, she saw Damian standing in the doorway. She had no idea how long he had been there. He appeared to be in a state of stunned arousal. That is, he had a shadow of surprise on his face, but an even clearer expression of arousal in his eyes.

Erin’s eyes widened. Although she was surprised to see Damian, she was also strangely happy.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.