Skye 

"Fuck me," I stated authoritatively, without caring whether this man was my father's best friend or twice my age.

The water glistened on his taut, strong chest, and his hazel eyes darkened. He took a step nearer, continuously stroking his cock as he saw my fingers rubbing my pussy . I was nervous, but I couldn't show it to him for even a second. As he arrived, I sat up and watched him kneel on a lower step and grip my thighs. He yanked me away from the step and closer to his body .

His assertiveness thrilled me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slipped his hand forward and rubbed through my wetness, circling up to my clit and pressing hard against it. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as he pushed his other fingers into me and finger-fucked me on the edge of the pool. He felt so good, and I couldn’t wait to feel more .

I could feel the heat of my climax building in my gut with each stroke. Just witnessing him pump his firm cock while playing with my folds was enough to make me go. He worked his fingers quickly and purposefully, knowing he'd make me come before he ever touched me with his cock. I reached back and grabbed the pool's edge, letting the warm water splash up over my bouncing tits. As my cries became louder and louder, he licked his lips and smirked.

"Come on," he encouraged me. "That's right. Come for me."

The fire within me surged, sending pulsating waves of pleasure throughout my whole body, like if his words alone were direct connections to my climax. I shouted and arched my back, feeling his fingers slide out of my grasp. He slid forward, my body still convulsing, and put the head of his cock within me, capturing the juices that were flowing. He was so huge, and he filled me up instantaneously, every ridge and wrinkle of his shaft taking over.

I exhaled deeply as I transitioned from the joy of an orgasm to the pleasure of his cock. As I stretched up and stroked my fingertips over his muscular abs, the water spilled around us. My lips hung wide, and ecstasy screams flew from my throat, following the rhythm of his hips. I could hear our flesh slamming against each other and water spraying up around us.

I saw his eyes as I raised mine. As our bodies collided against one another, our eyes locked. He penetrated me and grabbed my thighs while leaning forward and rolling his hips. His fingers sank into my flesh, and the simultaneous pleasure and pain put me into an ecstatic trance. Another orgasm was just on the verge of happening, but this time I was attempting to restrain myself. I was enjoying how his cock moved in and out of me, making me go totally crazy. Derek's eyes closed, his head swiveled back and forth, and he let out a loud moan.

I was aware that we were not far apart. As the heat overwhelmed me, I reached down and started to stroke my clit, groaning increasingly loudly. My breathing grew labored, my body stiffened, and I teetered on the brink of spilling over, coming hard and long.

My body writhed around Derek as my pussy tightened around his cock and he quickened his speed. He stared down at me as my muscles started to relax, pulled out his dick, and stroked it vigorously. His hot sperm began to spew out in streams across my tits as I leaned forward, thrusting out my chest and biting my lip. When all of the bliss waves had been released, he murmured softly while continuing to move his fingers up and down the shaft of his quivering body.

I turned to walk over to the pool showers, turned them on, and washed the last of his passion off my body while grinning and biting my bottom lip. I turned around to look back at him as he plunged into the water to get his shorts. He put them on and left, a look of fatigue and contentment on his face. After finishing my shower, I snatched a towel to cover my body. I approached him and sat down next to him, feeling the remorse that he evidently was also experiencing. He had just fucked his best friend's daughter and was conscious of the fact that my father would have his head if he found out. I moved closer and gave him a cheek kiss.

I said, "Don't worry. We'll keep it a secret,"

Quickly turning his head to gaze at me, he seemed astonished that I had sensed his emotions. He grinned and shook his head before luring me in with his lips. I took a deep breath and then let go of his lower lip. I got to my feet, put down my towel, and changed back into my bathing suit. I couldn't just stroll inside the flat now that I shared a home with my father. Really, I didn't want him to ask me any questions.

I cast a quick peek across to Derek's keys on the table and noticed his phone. I approached, grabbed it, and entered my phone number into the contacts. Even as a young child, I had a hidden crush on Derek, so this wasn't the only time I wanted to fuck him. Despite the fact that I had dated other guys, I knew that Derek could give me pleasure that I couldn't even fathom because he was older.

I approached him and stood back as I saw him touch his beard-covered face. Even when he was overcome with guilt about having slept with his closest friend's daughter, he was still incredibly seductive. I gave him a shoulder tap and gave him the phone."

"Here," I said. "I entered my phone number in case you wanted to meet up again.”

He carefully grabbed his phone from me and watched as I turned and strolled out of the pool area. As I strolled around the corner to the elevator, I kept my calm. As soon as I got inside and the doors were locked, I leaned back against the wall and took a long breath. I couldn't believe it had finally happened after all this time. Derek Riggs had slept with me.

For a long time, I had fantasized how it would be. With his wisdom and expertise, I knew he'd blow my mind, and he did. It was extremely fantastic how his body slid against mine and how he took control of me. I was used to being the one who needed to take the initiative in order to achieve what I wanted, and the men I had slept with in the past had been about my age or a bit younger. I attempted it with Derek, but he immediately squashed it, pushing me to the exact position he desired.

In order to put the initiative back in his hands and help him overcome his absurd guilt over being best friends with my father, I had given him my phone number. The one thing I did desire, though, was to have another sexual encounter with him. He had best not take too long, or he'd discover me asking for those swimming lessons as soon as possible. In any case, I had asserted my sexuality on my own and had been brave and open about it, and it felt great.

Now that I was back under his roof, my father watched over me constantly, making it challenging for me to be independent and follow my desires. On the other hand, I didn't want anyone to be injured as a result of the situation, but I didn't see how that could be done unless we kept it a secret. Derek would want me to be completely silent as much as possible since discretion was crucial in this situation. The last thing either of us wanted was for my father to discover that we had been deceiving him and hooking up on the side.

I exited the elevator and made my way to the door before softly turning the key and entering. My father was reading the New York Times in his usual recliner as I passed by the living room. I made an effort to pass silently, but he was quick.

"Skye," he muttered, peering through his spectacles. "How did your swim go?" ”

"Good," I answered after taking a long breath.   

"Did you happen to see Derek down there?"  he inquired, his face expressionless. "I'm quite sure he had planned on swimming this afternoon as well."

"Um, yes," I responded, attempting to appear unconcerned. "I noticed him. He said, Hello. I'm going to take a shower."

My father nodded, and I began walking toward my room, taking a long breath and rolling my eyes. As twisted up as that seemed, the pleasure of keeping secrets like this, doing something I knew I shouldn't be doing, was sort of exciting.

Derek Riggs, aside from my father, was one of the most accomplished and influential men I knew, and I knew I'd be seeing a lot more of him.