"So fucking ready."

Dylan laughed breathlessly while staring at her glistening cleavage. “So fucking ready,” he said, and he laid back and held his dick up straight. “Show me what those titties can do.”

Laughing, Daisy lowered herself into place, cupping her breasts and wrapping them around Dylan’s shaft. They were heavy around his pelvis and, due to their size, difficult to handle. Daisy knew how to wield them, however, and hugged them around him while leaning into his body. Holding him between them, her breasts became a pillow-soft vice which she used to stroked him. Each stroked slipped his dick up against her face, leaving warm precum across her cheek. Daisy laughed again and extended her tongue to lick him as she worked.

Staring down his length, Daisy cannot hide her smile. “God damn, Dylan, you’ve been going on about how big my tits are, but just look at you. You’re so long and thick, I’ve never seen another dick like yours.” She laughed again, breathless as she licked and stroked him. “How could Summer have ever left you? She’s an absolute idiot!”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Holding her by the shoulders, Dylan thrusted up into her bosom. His crown knocked her nose and drew a giggle from her as she kissed and licked him. “You aren’t so protective of Caleb anymore, are you?”

Daisy didn’t slow in stroking him, but her smile faded some. She tightened her grip on his manhood and purred. “Now, now, Dylan, your big, fat cock gives me plenty of reason to be angry with my daughter, but let’s try to be respectful of the dead.”

Taking hold of Daisy by the hair again, Dylan repositioned himself with a frown. He gave a hard thrust up into her mouth, forcing himself up against her throat. Stuck with her breasts crushed between them, Daisy was caught off guard as Dylan choked her with his cock. She sucked a deep breath, staring at him wide-eyed as her body strained. Dylan held her by the hair now, rising up into her mouth, nearly removing himself from her breasts as he fucked her face again.

“You know, you keep acting high and mighty, Daisy, but you’re a slut and your daughter is one, too. As for Caleb? I don’t need to speak well of the dead when he died a coward. Not my fault he killed himself. Probably couldn’t keep up with a slut like Summer anymore, not after four fucking kids, and she shouldn’t have wasted her time with a baby dick. Faggot probably offed himself cause he couldn’t keep my dick out of his head and was sure it was only a matter of time before it found its way into Summer’s mouth, and if you aren’t careful, your hubby might go the same way.”

Choking on him, Daisy stared into Dylan’s brown eyes and found the reasoning almost sound. He was arrogant, but with nearly a foot of cock being forced into her throat, she couldn’t fault him for it. Eleven thick inches did a lot to a particular type of woman, and Daisy was definitely that type of woman. Furthermore, she knew from experience that Dylan could back up every arrogant word if pressed. Her husband really couldn’t compete with him and, without threat of violence, Daisy felt certain that Summer would have submitted to him after a single fuck if she had been given the chance.

Held in place and breathing around him, Daisy was left panting and drooling around his fat cock, her saliva gathering in her breasts as she tried desperately to stroke the lower-half of his length. Holding him, stroking him, drooling and choking on him, Daisy wondered how William would feel catching her with Dylan. She imagined him watching, heartbroken, realizing that his wife would never truly be satisfied in their marriage. He had already tried to kill himself the last time there was infidelity, so heavy was his own guilt. She could not pretend that hopelessness wouldn’t drive him to the save conclusion. Her husband, while a former soldier, would not back down from a fight, but he had already lost the war. Dylan owned Daisy, and Daisy felt that would be clear from the moment his dick entered her.

Drooling down his shaft, Daisy regarded him with a wet, gurgling moan, and Dylan grinned down at her and eased his grip on her head. “That’s what I thought.” Dragging her up his length, Dylan held himself between her lips and allowed her to nestled him between her bosom once more. “You’re a smart woman, Daisy. Smarter than your daughter, at least, cause you seem to know where your loyalties lie.”

Thrusting up into her mouth, Dylan held her in place and watched her choking with a grin. Her lips and throat were tight around him, and the pleasure of her wet, warm body was only elevated by her clear submission. He swelled against her and inside of her, and she held him tighter, mewling as he quickened and swelled. “Who do you belong to, Daisy?”

Dizzy from sex and cock, Dylan moaned around him, desperate to say his name, desperate to tell him. There was no doubt that Dylan could understand her as he swelled accordingly and thrust up into her mouth again.

“And what would you say to your tiny-dick husband right now if he saw you sucking me and stroking me with your tits?”

Daisy laughed around him and moved against him as he loosened his grip on her hair. Coming up panting, she licked him and kissed him, drooling down him like a horny dog. “Oh, Dylan, I’d tell him how much bigger you are, and how hard you’ve fucked me. I’d tell him how good your dick is and how much I love the taste of your cum, and I’d make sure you shot all over me so he would know that I am all yours.”

Swollen and aching, Dylan breathed through his desire. He wanted to come, but he wanted control more. Before he gave her the orgasm she wanted, that she was basically begging him for, he needed her to condemn her husband one last time. “And what would the cuck say back to you?”

Daisy laughed against him, kissing the underside of his dick as he leaked precum all over her. She could tell that he was on the edge of orgasm and was impressed with his stamina and self-control. Adjusting her grip on her breasts, she stroked him faster, moving her whole body to bring him to climax as she panted and mewled in her hunger. “He wouldn’t say a damn thing about it, Dylan. He’d just watch, speechless, scared shitless of just how big your dick really is!” Each word from her mouth left Dylan thicker, and Daisy was glad for it.

When Dylan came, he erupted, leaving a thick rope of cum across Daisy’s face like a hot, white scar. Daisy opened her mouth to catch him as a deluge of semen spread across her face and nose afterward. Dylan held her by the hair and dragged her over his fire hydrant of cum, holding her mouth in place as she latched her lips onto his swollen crown. She sucked his semen down with astonishing skill, choking only at the very end, and stroking him with her breasts throughout. When he had finished, Daisy was holding him in her sticky bosom, her face soaked with semen, and Dylan twitching against the edge of her throat as she rode out her own climax.

Dylan stared at her in breathless awe. “Fuck,” he gasped. “That was a good fucking load.”

Daisy, using her fingers to gather his semen, sat back and sucked her fingers clean. His semen was thick across her face and oozing down. It dribbled from her chin and onto her breasts, where a few stray curtains had landed. She teased her nipples as she cleaned herself. “Mm. I’ll say.” She smiled at his large, spent manhood. “You really like the idea of William catching us, huh?”

Dylan grinned and shrugged. “That depends.” He took hold of his cock root and waved himself at her. “Am I really that much bigger than him?”

Covered in cum and watching his dick, Daisy cupped her breasts and rubbed his semen into her skin. They shine, heavy and ponderous in her palms. “Dylan, you’re easily twice a big as he is, long and thick, I mean. And you come at least three time as much as he does.” She eyed his big balls as she said this.

Dylan stroked himself as Daisy leaned forward to suckle his crown, milking anything that remained out into her mouth. “Then yeah, let that tiny dick see his wife ruined in front of him.” Taking her by the hair, Dylan slapped his dick between her shiny cleavage again. Daisy laughed in response and wedged her breasts around him, stroking him again as she suckled his crown. Tilting her head back, Dylan stared her fixedly in the eyes. “He’s never made you come, has he?”

Daisy giggled and purred while shaking her head. “No, not even one time,” she said between wet sucks of his crown. “Sometimes, especially after I gave birth, it was like having sex with a ghost or something. I hardly even knew he was there.”

Caught off guard, Dylan laughed hard at that, falling into coughs before he recovered. Daisy smiled around him, sucking him still, holding him between her lips just to enjoy the taste and feel of him there. “Pathetic,” he said as he watched her licking and kissing him. “I wouldn’t have that problem, would I, Daisy?”

Laughing breathily around him, Daisy met his gaze. “What’re you saying, Dylan, you want to knock me up?”

Dylan, caught off guard again, blushed and shrugged. “No,” he said quickly, but he couldn’t hold her gaze. He stared at the ceiling and pretended that he didn’t care. “I was just saying that if I did, you would still feel me afterward. That’s all.”

Holding Dylan between her tits, Daisy stared down his length and considered having his child. She already had three daughters by two different men, and while Dylan was young, she couldn’t doubt him to be at least as good a father as William was. Hell, if she did it right, she figured William could help raise their child with her. Smiling, she purred and kissed his crown before looking him in the eyes again. “Oh, I’m sure I would. There is a lot to feel, after all.”

Dylan gave a lazy sigh and smiled as he thrusted up into her mouth again. Then, he shimmied out of her grip, removing himself as Daisy glared up at him. “Sorry,” he said, his dick flopping against his skinny thighs as he moved. He wasn’t hard, but he was filling out again. “I’m about to get hard again, and if I don’t go now, then I know we’ll stay here all day fucking.”

Watching his dick, Daisy licked her lips and purred. “That wouldn’t be so bad, you know.”

Dylan wagged his dick in her face until she kissed his crown, and then he laughed. “Nah,” he said, hopping from the SUV and slipping his briefs back on. His dick remained huge, even when covered. “We both got shit to do, but rain check for sure.” He eyed her sticky, gleaming breasts as she slid to her feet on the dusty dirt road. “Definitely, definitely rain check.”

Daisy followed his gaze and then laughed before fetching her bra and slipping it back on. It took effort to force her breasts back into the cups, but she managed it with a smile. “I bet,” she said, and she pulled her dress back on afterward.

She drove him back and kissed him goodbye at his car. Dylan didn’t seem to mind that she had dried sperm on her face or in her hair and cupped her ass to pull her into him beside his car. Daisy fell into him with a squeal, feeling more and more enamored by him with each passing moment.

At home, she showered and then watched William with empty interest. The love she had for him had been bruised and broken many times over, but Dylan was the final straw. His skinny body and his thick dick had snapped her vows in half and left her feeling cheated, not by his infidelity but by her own loyalty. Dylan was still young, and he had no real worldly experience or responsibilities, but he had everything he needed. She silently wished she had met her own Dylan when she was a teen rather than being left with Summer’s leftovers decades later when she had a life too complicated to really, truly enjoy him.

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