My Best Friend's Dad

Study Room

Elona's POV

I followed Tristan down the hallway. I was so happy that Cris didn't wake up. That would've been something else. I can just imagine waking up to see my father f^ck my best friend if the situation were the other way around. What if that had to be the other way around? How would I have felt about it? Let alone how Cris would feel. I snapped out of my thoughts as Tristan turned around, grabbed the back of my head and crashed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately as he pressed me up against the wall. My thoughts were forgotten.

I move my hands against his chest and he slid his tongue into my mouth. He pressed against me and his c*ck was hard again. As my hands moved around his neck, his hands moved to my ass, squeezing as I let out a moan. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He continued to kiss me passionately as he carried me, but this time we walked past his bedroom and further down the hallway. I think I know where he is taking me. Far away from Cris so that we can continue without getting caught. I pulled away, chest heaving, his eyes were hooded. The hallway light was on, "Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"My big study room." the corners of his mouth curled up.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his again. I remember being in that study room the other day when he had left me to tend to work. Next thing, he opens the door and walks inside with me, kicking the door closed behind him.

He put me down on the desk and I leaned back, my hands resting on it behind me. "I want to f^ck you in every room of this place. What used to be a very sad place, is no longer that when it comes to you. You make me feel like a new man that is alive again. I want to mark every room with you." he said as he looked at me with hunger, but then his eyes caught something beside me. His brows furrowed. I turned my gaze to see what he was looking at.

My heart dropped as the ultrasound was on his desk. I'm sure that I put it back before I left the last time. I can't even remember. I swallowed. Cris doesn't know that she lost a sibling. It's Tristan's secret. He pulled away from me as I looked at him, he moved to the other end of the desk, and he took the ultrasound. Looking at it, his expression changed to serious.

"Cris must've been in here. She knew that this study room was off limits, and it was because of that," he said with a hint of anger in his voice.

I don't even know what to say because I just cannot remember if I had left it there. "I...uh... I was in here when you left the other day. I wanted to explore and I came in here. I saw the ultrasound, and I was sure that I had put it back. I'm so sorry. "I hope that he won't get mad at me for snooping around in his things.

He sucked in a breath as he continued to look at it. "I was about to f^ck you in this study room which I have abandoned for three years, this room catching dust. I didn't want to be reminded of the pain, but somehow you made me want to move on. Now, seeing this," he looked up from the picture and found my gaze, "This is something that I also tried to bury. You found it, and if I want to move on, then I should just do that. But this is like a blow to my gut right now," he moved around the desk and I got off, turning around to face him. My heart was aching because I didn't know what to expect now as he placed it back inside his drawer, closing it and took a seat on the leather chair. He looked at nothing.

"I'm really sorry," I said again for what it was worth.

"I... I would appreciate it if you didn't snoop around in my things until I am ready to share them with you," he looked at me, burning his gaze into me as if he was angry, and then he got up from the chair, and walked around the desk. Standing in front of me, he cupped the back of my head and crashed his lips against mine again. He bit my bottom lip before kissing me passionately. I tasted the metallic of blood. He pulled away and turned me around. "Bend over, let me teach you a lesson," he commanded, and that turned me on.

He lowered my shorts with my panties and he massaged my ass cheeks. My hands were resting on the desk, I flinched as his hand came down hard on my ass, leaving a sting behind. He massaged again "Will you learn not to snoop around again?" he asked.

I licked my lips, I gasped again as his hand came down on my ass, "Answer me," he demanded as he massaged.

"Y-yes," I replied.

"Good," he rasped as he stood behind me, and then his c*ck aligned with my entrance, I was still drenched with my juices mixed with his come. I squeezed my eyes as he entered me without stopping, and he began to pound into me. This was my form of punishment for being in the study room when I was not supposed to be in it.

His fingers dug into my skin as he held me by my hips and, my abdomen was pushed into the edge of the desk as he continued to thrust into me at a rapid pace, pounding all the air out of me. I moved my hands to the opposite end of the desk and as I wanted to grab that edge, his hands snaked around me to my breasts, and he held me that way, never faltering with his thrusts, pleasure taking over.

He pulled me towards him, making me stand up straight, his c*ck still inside of me. His arm covered one breast while the other held my breast as he thrust into me at a slower pace this time, his breath against my ear.

"F^ck, you're going to be the death of me," he breathed against my ear, and I let out a moan, throwing my head back against his shoulder and his arm moved to my neck, closing his hand around it, he began to squeeze until there was no air left to breathe, he picked up the pace yet again and it was so thrilling to experience it in this way.

"If you can't breathe, just tap on my arm," he said.

My org*sm was building up, and my eyes rolled back as I was struggling to breathe. My hands grabbed his arm.

"F^ck, I'm going to come," he groaned. He squeezed tighter and my body convulsed as I org^smed, my mouth parted but no air getting in.

"Sh^t... f^uuuuck!!!" he roared as he filled me up with his fluids. My vision began to blur as he removed his hand from my neck, and pulled out of me. I gasped for air, coughing, placing my hand against my neck as my legs gave way. Tristan kept me from falling to the ground, "Elona, can you breathe?" he asked, as we were now both on the floor with him still holding me against him. I was still coughing and getting the air I needed. He cupped the side of my face.

I nodded, "Yes," I whispered through gasps.

"That was too much for you, I apologize," he searched my face as concern laced his voice. He leaned in and placed his forehead against mine, "I'm so, so sorry."

"It was...intense, and I loved it," he pulled away, looking at me with surprise.

"You do?" he asked.

"Yeah," I was able to breathe again, and I moved so that I could pull my panties and shorts up, I needed to shower all the s^x off me.

His flaccid c*ck was still free, and he pulled his boxer brief over it and then he stood up. "I had never done that before. You are my first. I mean..." He held his hand out to me and I placed mine in his, helping me to stand up. "That is what you do to me. I can't get enough of you. Like I said before, you are like my drug, and you bring this out of me," he said.

"I love the gentleness and the roughness. But as much as I want to do this for the entire night, I wouldn't want Cris..."

The door opened and we both looked towards it, my heart pounding in my chest.