[M4F] Best Friend’s Daughter

“You want me to own you? Really?”

His dick fucked into her like a jackhammer, like she was a toy that he wanted to break, like she was just a warm fucksleeve for him to abuse. All the trapped girl could do below was writhe moan the air out of her lungs, but even as he wasted her into an incoherent and babbling ruin, James knew she'd still dredge up the desperate ability to hear his words breathe into her ear... something he was all too willing to grant.

“I'd control everything about you. What you wear. What you eat. Your friends— who you talk to.” Back and forth, back and forth, he pounded into his slut, savoring the sight of her choking on saliva in her fuckstupid reverie. “What if I decide I want kids? Make you give up your future? Would you still think I knew what was best for you?”

“Everything. Do you really want to take it further?” As her pussy clenched and fluttered around his dick in response, James bit down on her neck— hard. It’d leave a mark that'd be futile to conceal, but what did James care?

He finally brought his lips to her own, planting a slow, heady kiss on his girl, feeling her moan catching in his mouth, as he fucked into her at a languid pace. “Does that all sound like something you need? Is that the type of deal you still want?” He parted the kiss, watching a string of saliva break from their lips.

He cupped her neck— not delicately, though. Like a collar. Like a reminder the piece of meat she was for him. “You should really know how fucked up what you’re asking is. You should get somebody that loves you first, a boyfriend-- not someone old enough to be your daddy. Or do you just want me to decide everything for what you need?”

And as James gyrated his hips against her, grinding his hilt against her clit, before beginning to pump into her harder, faster, ready to savor her admission of want, the depravity of her desire, his utter submission of his secret bitch...-

...- The shrill peal of his alarm resonated through the confines of James' bedroom, wresting himself from sleep.

For a moment, James blearily stared at the beige plaster of the roof, completely numbed to thought. And then a transit of thoughts finally flooded through his minds; the finalized divorce papers, propped against his dresser. His mate offering to consummate the finality by drinking and reminiscing, because when you're successful in your forties, daydrinking is admissible.

And his friend's daughter, back from college over the summer, who seemed to pervade through James' mind more often than not. Even his dreams.

*Fucking whatever,* He thought, snorting. But as he rose to dress, with a twinge of guilt, the dream residing in his mind, refusing to abate into nothing.

But didn't he seem to catch her gaze lingering on him in the same way?

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Hello,

Thank you for reading! I’d say the contents of the prompt and the themes provided are self explanatory, that being a tryst of sorts forming between an older man and younger woman. Please feel the liberty to extrapolate your character in this dynamic however you’d please, if you have any further context on how the RP could begin, and etc.

I’m not adverse towards anything as long as it doesn’t diverge into the wholly extreme ( bathroom play, gore, snuff, etc ), but please tell me what your preferences are, of course, and we can center our expectations for RP around them, and also please provide a sample of your writing when DMing.

Thank you again!