Affair with My Dadddy's Best friend

"We shouldn't; your son is my fiancé." I said it in a hushed, resentful, uncertain voice.

His brilliant blue eyes, the same ones he had only moments before watched me undress, studied me intently before he softly tipped his head to the right.

"Darling, I really don't give a fuck right now." The deeper his voice got, the more his chest rumbled. My thighs became more clenched together, and my hands continued to cover my exposed breast.

I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, and the only thing separating us were his sweatpants hanging over his muscular body and his forgotten loved ones.