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You knew exactly what you were doing by going over to Mr. Andy Barber’s house on that beautiful spring afternoon.
After all, you’d seen the way your boyfriend’s father looked at you when you wore one of your sweet little sundresses, his blue eyes darkening as they traced the curves of your body. Andy may have thought you never noticed, but you did. You’d simply ignored it because you knew it’d hurt your boyfriend’s feelings.
But your boyfriend—your ex-boyfriend—hadn’t thought to care about your feelings before sticking his dick in other girls. Plural. So you decided it was only fair for you to finally ignore his feelings and act on the attraction you felt for his father. The attraction you knew Andy reciprocated.
That day, you put on your favorite sundress, the one that highlighted your curves and flirted with showing a little too much thigh, then baked a tray of blondies that were your excuse to go over to Andy’s house. The sun was shining and a cool breeze was blowing when you knocked on his door, fixing an innocent look on your face for your ex-boyfriend’s dad.
“What’re you doing here, sweetheart?” Andy asked, not unkindly when he answered the door. You watched his eyes flicker down to your neckline, like he was fighting against the urge to take in how your sundress hugged your chest. He cleared his throat and went on, “My son said you broke up.”
Your smile turned a little brittle at the reminder of Andy’s son, and before you could stop yourself, you bit out, “Did he tell you why we broke up?”
Something flickered in Andy’s expression, a darkness flitting across his face before he wiped it away. “He did,” Andy admitted, his tone gentle. For a long moment he stared at you, like he was considering you. Then, as if he’d come to a decision, he stepped to the side in a wordless invitation. You took it eagerly.
You preceded him into the kitchen, and the entire time, you felt your ex-boyfriend’s dad’s eyes on your ass, watching it sway as you walked. A shiver of excitement raced down your spine and you put an extra pep in your step, making the short hem of your skirt swish in a way that would tease Andy with little glimpses of your bare ass.
Because of course you hadn’t worn any panties. Why would you when your intention was to seduce your ex-boyfriend’s dad?
Once in the kitchen, you put the tray of blondies down on the counter in front of the window that overlooked the backyard. You’d spent many evenings in that backyard, on the arm of Andy’s son while you ignored his father’s heated looks. Perhaps you should’ve felt guilty for what you were doing, but you only felt eager anticipation.
“I have to ask, sweetheart,” Andy said, his voice a gentle rumble as he came to stand beside you, far too close than was polite. You didn’t pull away, though, simply turned your face to meet his gaze. “My son breaks your heart, and you decide to bake me some blondies?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory.
Still, you felt called out. It seemed obvious suddenly what you were doing at Andy’s house. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you fumbled for the excuse you’d practiced in the car.
“Oh, I just had extra,” you said lightly. Your lie was conspicuous even to your own ears, but you soldiered on, refusing to admit just yet that you’d come over to Andy’s house with the sole intention of fucking him to get back at his son. “I mean, I can’t eat these all by myself, can I?” You forced a laugh that nearly made you wince. “And I remembered blondies were your favorite, so…” You trailed off, finally running out of steam.
Andy stared at you for a long moment. To avoid his gaze, you turned back to the window and looked out on his backyard, appreciating the budding greenery of the trees. There were even some pretty spring flowers that had sprung up, and you thought idly that they might look nice in a vase on the dining room table.
When you didn’t look at him, Andy shifted, moving to stand behind you and planting his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in. You could feel the warmth rolling off him, but no part of his body touched you. He only teased you with that connection.
“It’s sweet of you to remember blondies are my favorite,” Andy murmured, ducking his head until you could feel the ghost of his beard just barely grazing the skin at the base of your neck. Your shoulders trembled as you shivered, and you felt him smirk. “But why don’t you tell me the real reason you came to see your ex-boyfriend’s father.”
It would be easier to follow Andy’s command while you stared out at the nice spring day, but you prided yourself in not doing things in half measures. So you forced yourself to turn around, your body pressing against the hard lines of him in the process—and he was hard all over.
Your eyelids fluttered and your lips parted in a breathy sigh that you were certain was answer enough, but you made yourself look into Andy’s eyes and confess to your intentions.
“I came here to get back at your son,” you whispered, staring up at Andy from under your lashes. “I came here hoping you would fuck me, Mr. Barber.”
Andy let out a groan like he was being tortured, and you watched as his jaw worked like he was grinding his teeth something fierce. He still hadn’t touched you and with your back to the counter, there was a small gap of space between your bodies, but the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
You waited anxiously, your confession hanging between you and your ex-boyfriend’s dad while he tried to hold himself back. Then, his gaze collided with yours and something in him seemed to snap.
All at once, Andy gathered you in his arms, his lips descending on yours for a kiss that stole the breath straight from your lungs. His lips were soft, but his mouth was firm and demanding as he kissed you, one of his hands cradling the back of your head so he could hold you exactly where he wanted you. It was all you could do to moan into the kiss and let him plunder your mouth for all you were worth.
“You’re such a bad girl, sweetheart,” Andy growled when he pulled away, kissing down your neck and nipping at your skin. He pulled the top of your dress down roughly, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard enough to make you cry out and arch into him. “Such a filthy little slut,” he grumbled, kissing across your chest to bite and suck on your other nipple. “But you’ll make such a pretty mommy.”
Your head was spinning as desire pulsed through your body, but Andy’s final words made you moan loudly. Your head was tipped back, fingers threaded in Andy’s soft brown hair while you held him to your chest, urging him to keep torturing your nipples. But his pronouncement had you shuddering and shaking with need.
“Ya like that idea, sweetheart?” Andy rumbled, pulling away to look at your face. His eyes roved over your features, taking in your blissed out expression, and grinned. “Ya like the idea of your ex-boyfriend’s dad knocking you up?”
A distant part of you knew it was a bad idea to say yes, but that part of you was buried deep beneath the arousal pounding through your mind, sweeping away all rational thought and leaving only base instinct behind. So instead of lying, what you said was, “Yes, daddy.”
Andy stilled at that, and you thought you might’ve said something wrong, but when you glanced at his face, his pupils were blown wide and he looked a little dazed. His eyes snapped back into focus and he looked at you with renewed determination. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, pushing between your legs while he undid his pants.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, d’you know that?” Andy said, his tone almost accusatory.
You were only half listening to him, though, because at that moment, he pulled his cock out and you moaned at the sight of him. He was big and thick and you couldn’t wait to feel him split you open. But while Andy fisted his cock and stroked himself, his other hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
“If we do this, we do this all the way,” Andy gritted out, and you didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant because he continued on, explaining, “This isn’t a one-off revenge fuck, you’re mine.”
You expected to recoil at the possessiveness in Andy’s voice, but instead, it felt right. Somehow, you knew that it was only right because Andy was right for you. So, for once in your life, you gave in to your heart without overthinking it.
Leaning back on the counter, you brought your knees up and spread your legs wide, rucking up your sundress to show Andy you were naked beneath the skirt. His eyes fell to your bare pussy and he let out a pleased rumbling sound.
“I’m all yours, daddy,” you purred, your words an invitation for him to take you, and keep you.
“Such a bad girl,” Andy mumbled, almost like he was talking to himself. Then he looked up, catching your eye before he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. He kept holding your gaze while he sank his thick length deep inside your pussy.
It felt so good, and you were so wound up, the feeling of Andy’s cock splitting you open pushed you to the edge of your release. Your body trembled and your inner walls fluttered around his thick cock, but Andy’s hand circled your throat. He choked you lightly and titled your face to look at him.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, his blue eyes dark as a stormy sky while he bottomed out in your tight cunt. “Bad girls don’t get to come.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head, Andy’s words nearly sending you over, but you managed to cling to the edge. You clawed your way back desperately, wanting to be good for him. By the time you managed to look back at Andy, you were panting with the effort not to come, but you were pleased to see his satisfied smirk.
“Atta girl,” he rumbled, pulling his hips back and thrusting inside you again, wringing a sharp cry from your lips. Andy set a fast, hard pace, barreling through all the effort you’d gone to in order to hold off your release, pushing you to the edge once again. “Let’s see if we can’t make a good girl out of you yet.”
It turned out, all you needed to do to be a good girl for Andy was let him take control. You let him spread your legs and fuck you on the counter in his kitchen until he was ready to bury his seed inside your tight cunt. When he was just about to come, he rubbed your clit, forcing you over the edge while he emptied his balls inside you.
But, since you were his, he didn’t stop there. Andy filled you with his seed over and over again on that beautiful spring afternoon. By the time the leaves were falling that autumn, it was obvious by the bump beneath your dress that you had his baby growing in your belly. In the time in between, Andy had moved you into his home and put a ring on your finger, and the two of you couldn’t be happier.
You never would’ve expected your ex-boyfriend’s dad would be the perfect man for you, but life worked in mysterious ways. It turned out, that beautiful spring afternoon was the beginning of your new life with your husband, Mr. Andy Barber.