Fuck him.

You slid his cock back into you as he awoke from his slumber. He gasped as you rode him again, and then he looked shocked, the urgency in his voice was palpable. "Fuck, my wife could be home any minute," he gasped, his hands gripping your hips. The fear in his eyes only made you hotter, and you leaned in close, your breath teasing his ear. "You scared, daddy?" you whispered, your voice dripping with mischief. His groan was a mix of anxiety and pleasure, and you could feel his cock swelling inside you, ready to explode again. The sound of the front door creaking open made your heart race, but you didn't stop.

As you rode him with reckless abandon, the familiar tingling in your core grew unbearable. You leaned forward, your breath hot against his ear, and whispered, "I'm gonna cum on your cock, daddy." His hands tightened around your hips, his breath hitching as he tried to warn you about his wife, but you were beyond listening. The wave crashed over you, and you let out a guttural moan as you came, your juices dripping down his shaft. Just as the last shudders left your body, the sound of the bedroom door opening drew your attention. There, stood his wife, slackjawed at what she'd just seen.