SS2: Meet my Parents

[Isabella Rodriguez's Side Story]

It was just supposed to be a normal day at my home.

I had just introduced Alexander to my parents a few days ago. We were in my room where he was helping me with some math problems I was struggling to understand.

It made me very proud to say that my boyfriend was the smartest person in school even though I never saw him study or pick up a book outside of class ever.

Before we dated, I don't know why I never realized just how talented he was.

It was like this force was preventing me from seeing him for who he really was.

He's the love of my life and I was so blind to have hated his presence in my life for so long.

My little sister asked me when I first started dating him if I still had feelings for Greg. It was a shocking question because it made me realize that I hadn't been thinking about him for quite some time.

"No. I... all of me belongs to Alex," I responded.

"Ew. Love. Yuck," was my sister's response.

It was supposed to be a normal day.

After finishing up the math problems, we were alone in my room with the door locked.

I was the one to bring him over to my bed. We were just cuddling at first, spooning each other, but as I felt his flaccid member press against my stomach, I couldn't help but feel a little tingle between my legs.

Long story short, an hour before my parents and little sister returned home, we got a little bit too freaky.

He ended up fucking me doggy style while wrapping my hair around his hand, pulling it back.

It was a quicker session than normal because we were confined to a certain timeframe.

During it, he would whisper sweet and naughty things into my ear.

"Who's my good little girl?"

"Who's my little slut?"

"You like it here? Tell me, honey, do you like it here?"

"It feels so good inside you. I'm going crazy."

He ended up finishing his load two times in a row in my ass.

When we heard the sound of the door being unlocked, I didn't even have the time to take a shower or clean up the mess he made inside of me.

We quickly got dressed and sprayed ourselves with perfume.

"Bella, we're home. Come help me cook."

"Okay, Mommy. Let me finish this last question in my homework first."

I looked at Alex and the two of us quietly chuckled. We spent another minute kissing which made me even wetter but I had no choice other than to get out of the room to assist Mom with her cooking.

Alex also left the room and entertained my father who was on the couch filling out some papers.

When dinner was cooked, Alex and I sat next to each other and I could still feel his warm load dripping out of my butt and making my panties soaking wet.

I could barely focus on eating the food because I was worried that I was going to get caught.

I was also thinking about finishing where we left off.

Alex had one hand on the table, eating the food that I made which brought this warmth to my heart. His other hand was underneath the table, on my thighs, a finger slowly pressing on my panties.

I gave him this glare to tell him to stop but that only made him go even faster and harder.

I had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted otherwise, I'd only increase the risk of us getting caught by invoking him further.

After we finished dinner, I was barely able to make it to my room without leaking onto the floor.

Alex was sleeping over for the night and as it was getting late, my parents had gone to bed.

My sister was still up but she knew better than to be nosy at this time of the day.

I was unable to hold myself back any longer and I grabbed him by his collar and whispered, "Let's do it one last time before we go to sleep."

"..."

That wasn't the way he wanted me to say it. I could tell by his eyes.

"Please? Please fuck me, daddy?" I corrected myself.

"Okay," he said as he gave me a pat on my head and a pat on the lips below my waist.

I don't mean to come off braggadocios but my boyfriend was much hotter than anyone else in the world. I guess everyone can say that about their significant other but this was a commonly agreed upon opinion at my school.

He was tall at 6 feet and 3 inches and was built like a Greek hero. He had fair skin, jet-black hair, and intense blue eyes that you could drown in if you stared too long.

His voice was deep and commanding and a small detail I noticed when I leaned in for kisses was that he had a faint scar on his right cheek.

His dirty smile sent shivers down my spine.

Embracing at the foot of my bed, we leaned in for a kiss and our lips melted into each other. My libido was going into overdrive with the way he violated every corner of my mouth.

The kiss was long and needy which was the way that I liked it.

He had his groin pressed against me and I could feel how hard he was; my hands reached down and began to explore it.

My body was beginning to memorize every inch of his body.

I could tell that this was going to be a long night.

He glanced at the door and I asked him, "Are you worried that we're going to get caught?"

"No," he replied with a cheeky grin. "I was just thinking how hot it'd be to fuck you in the living room while your parents sleep."

"We can't."

"I know. I know," he sighed.

This tension in the room was electric as if we weren't already dating.

He ran his hands up my thighs, grazing my panties, and rubbing against my clit, he was making me squirm.

I wanted him to push even further inside of me. I needed the raw passion that we had shared just yesterday as a matter of fact.

A finger inside of me, I was about to climax from the pleasure he was giving me when he pulled out. He said something that made my heart throb even more. "Don't come yet. Save all those juices for me."

His hands snaked their way around my waist and he pulled me down onto my bed.

As his lips clamped over mine, probing my mouth with his erotic tongue, his hands were busy tugging at my clothes.

He was able to quickly remove my dress and then my bra. His gaze was scary but fear wasn't what I was feeling;  it was this desperation that was screaming to have him inside me sooner rather than later.

He had my back on the bed while he was down on his knees in between my legs. He pulled my panties off and immediately lifted up my legs into the air.

He began using his fingers and mouth.

"Look at how wet you are. Were you imagining this the entire dinner?"

"Yes."

"In front of your parents? Ha. What a naughty daughter. She needs to be punished."

"I do."

Ever since the first time we shared each other's warmth, he had already found my soft spots but by now, he not only knew their locations but also the speed, strength, and pace that I wanted.

As he was nibbling on my clit with the front of his teeth and rubbing my G-spot with three fingers, I squirted all over his face, almost blacking out from pleasure.

"Good girl," he whispered into my ear.

He'd been whispering that every time I climaxed for a week now. I don't know why but it's not like I wanted him to stop.

"I guess that means you're ready," he said as he began taking his shirt off to reveal his abs.

Every time I climaxed, I became more sensitive so each continuous session only made it harder for me to keep my mind intact.

He pulled his pants down to his knees as I pressed the tip of my fingers on his stomach.

"Make sure to keep your voice down," he said as he shoved the tip inside of me.

I lost caught of how many orgasms he brought me in that singular night.

It was even harder for me to keep my cool because I had to close my mouth with my hands which led to less air entering me.

I was out of breath but I didn't want to stop.

He was slower than normal, not wanting to make too many sounds but that slow and steady rhythm was a feeling that I enjoyed even more than the usual sex we had.

He nuzzled into my neck and whispered, "I'll never let this pussy of yours go. I love you so much, honey,"

His expressing his love for me during this naughty moment caused my insides to clamp down on his member even harder and as his tip pressed into my cervix, I came again.

Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he rammed his cock up and down my hole, our juices mixing and coating his shaft.

I was feeling every bit of him.

I had tied my dress over my mouth because I was struggling to keep quiet. I messed up the bedsheet I had worked so hard to keep pristine as my fingers grabbed the sheet as if trying to crush it.

His entire body was grinding against me, his fingers playing with my clit. I could feel every vein of his cock and every movement he made would satisfy a different sensitive spot in my body.

He pleasured me in a way I never thought was possible.

My friends told me stories of their experiences but none of them ever had one like this.

Most of them considered themselves lucky to orgasm once.

I was orgasming multiple times in one night. 

When I orgasmed again, my vagina convulsed around his penis, making him burst out another load of his hot come, filling up to the brim until it dripped out of my hole and ran down my inner legs.

That night, I slept deeper in my own bed than I ever did before. 

We had cleaned up using some wet towels, not wanting to run the shower because that was too obvious.

It took a while but we were able to change the sheets as well as suppress the smell in the room using candles and leaving the window open for a while.

He had his arms and legs protectively wrapped around me which gave me this sense of comfort that allowed my brain to shut down in a matter of seconds,

When I woke up, Alex had already been awake. He was sitting up, reading something on his phone.

Both of us slept naked last night so I saw his bare back and looked at all the muscles. I never thought I could find a back attractive before.

I do now.

I also his half of his penis poking out of the blanket and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I wanted him so badly again so I looked at the time before gently planting some kisses on his chest, making my way downward.

"Good morning, honey," he said as he sent the email he was typing up.

We couldn't have sex because I knew my parents were awake but we could do something else instead.

My lips made their way down to his groin area and I flicked my tongue over the dew drops that had appeared on the tip, savoring the taste.

Everyone told me that it was salty but it was subtlely sweet.

Rolling my tongue all over his glans, I licked his shaft side to side, teasing him as he closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him.

I felt happy doing this because it made me feel good making my boyfriend feel good.

He began to play with my hair as I concentrated more effort on the techniques I was implementing on his penis.

Parting my lips, I took more of him inside my mouth and once I reached as deep as I could, I began to move my head up and down in a steady rhythm while my tongue played with the underside of his shaft.

His member started to get harder and harder until the entirety of my mouth was filled with him.

The next thing I knew, I had my bottom lips positioned over his face, and the two of us were pleasuring each other, reciprocating the energy that the other person was giving.

He stuck his tongue inside me while using his fingers to play with my clit.

I wanted to moan because of how good it felt but with him deep down my throat, I was unable to let out any sounds other than, "Gugh."