Daddy’s Loft Temptation

I caught his intense stare across the dark gray sheets, that bald head gleaming under the lamp’s glow, his gray button-up hugging those thick shoulders while I lounged back in my tie-dye tank, legs spread casual-like on his king bed. The attic loft smelled like fresh linen and his faint cologne, tension crackling as he leaned in, voice low and gravelly: “Been wanting this since you walked in, boy.” His callused hand slid onto my thigh, squeezing the muscle there, thumb tracing up under my shorts. Fuck, my cock twitched hard, heart pounding as I nodded, whispering, “Show me.”

We stripped slow, shirts off first—his furry chest heaving, mine freckled and inked. Pants dropped, and there we were, side by side, him in that tight white tank pulled up, black briefs yanked down so his thick, veiny daddy dick sprang free, heavy and leaking. I was buck naked already, ginger pubes framing my throbbing shaft, legs wide as his big paw wrapped my meat, stroking firm while I gripped his, skin hot and pulsing. “Shit, you’re huge,” I groaned, pre-cum slicking our fists, the wet schlick echoing off the wood beams. His musk hit me—sweaty balls, manly heat—making my hole clench needy.

He growled, flipping me ass-up on all fours, my pale cheeks spread wide, toes curling in the air. Tank still on him, he dove in face-first, that beard scraping my crack deliciously as his tongue speared my tight pucker. “Fuck yeah, eat that hole,” I moaned, pushing back, his hot laps sloppy and deep, rimming me open with hungry swirls. Saliva dripped down my taint, mixing with my sweat, his hands kneading my cheeks like dough. Vulnerable as hell, exposed like that, but his groans vibrated through me, making me feel owned, desired.

Standing now by the bed’s edge, he was fully nude, furry body towering, stroking that fat cock shiny with spit while palming my upturned ass. “Gonna wreck this greedy hole,” he rumbled, finger circling my winking rim before sliding in knuckle-deep, prostate nudge sending sparks up my spine. I whimpered, face buried in sheets, ass high and begging.

He climbed over, flipping us into missionary—raw, no rubber, just skin-on-skin thrill. Legs hooked his waist, his girth stretching me inch by throbbing inch, balls-deep burn turning to bliss. Sweat poured off us, bodies slapping wet, his mouth crashing mine in a beard-rough kiss, tongues battling as he pounded steady. “Take daddy’s load,” he panted against my lips. I shattered first, ropes of cum splattering our abs, then he flooded me—hot creampie pulsing deep, overflowing my wrecked hole.

We tangled in afterglow kisses, his weight pinning me tenderly, but little did I know, his buddy downstairs heard every moan and was climbing the stairs, cock out, ready for round two…