Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

22. Stella

22

STELLA

“ S tella,” he says softly, his voice smooth and captivating. I could get used to the way he says my name like that. “Do you know anything about BDSM?”

His words knock the breath out of me. BDSM…? What kind of question is that?

I bite my lip, a bit embarrassed by the question but slightly intrigued. Is there something wrong with me? “Like in fifty shades of gray?” I ask, my cheeks flushing.

He frowns. “You’ve read fifty shades of gray?”

Is it a bad thing if I have? I swallow. Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that. “What girl hasn’t?”

“Christian Gray is a phony. I’m not talking about games. I’m talking about the real deal.”

The real deal? The things that Christian Gray had done had seemed over the top…Elio wanted to do more than that? Like what? I slowly shake my head.

“Then it’s up to me to teach you if there is a next time.”

That’s right…this is just supposed to be a one night affair.

“Wait, what exactly is—” But before I can finish asking my question, Elio’s lips are on mine, silencing me. Our tongues tangle as we explore each other’s mouths, teasing and tasting, surrendering to the moment. His strong hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him.

“Come with me,” Elio whispers against my lips, taking my hand. He leads me up the stairs to his lavish bedroom, filled with soft lighting and rich fabrics that whisper of decadence.

Once inside, Elio kicks the door shut and pins me against the wall, his hardness pressing into my softness. I gasp, my body responding instinctively to his dominance.

My thoughts race, a mixture of excitement, curiosity, and fear. What have I gotten myself into?

As Elio continues to explore my body, I can’t help but wonder about the world he’s used to – one full of pleasure, pain, and power.

Why am I getting so wet just thinking about it?

The fabric of our clothes slides against my skin like whispers, garments falling away as though they’ve been waiting to be discarded all along. We tumble onto the massive bed together, a sea of silk sheets and plush pillows enveloping us.

“Stella,” Elio breathes, his rough fingers teasing and tormenting my sensitive skin, mapping out the contours of my petite frame. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Please, Elio,” I moan softly, desperate for more of his intoxicating touch. His mouth captures one of my nipples, sucking gently but insistently, while his strong teeth tug on the already hardened peak. Heat floods through me, pooling low in my belly as I arch my back, urging him closer, deeper.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin as he moves down to kiss and nibble his way across my stomach.

“More,” I breathe, struggling to find words amidst the haze of desire clouding my thoughts. “I want more of you, Elio.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says, his voice low and tantalizing. And then he’s gone, leaving me bereft and aching for his touch.

“Come back,” I plead, reaching for him even as my mind races with uncertainty.

Elio’s piercing blue eyes lock onto mine as he reaches the edge of my panties, his gaze full of hunger and longing. “Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire, a silent plea for him to continue.

He slips his fingers into my wetness, teasing me with two fingers before sliding them inside my tight core. My breath catches in my throat at the sensation, my body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me.

“Stella,” Elio murmurs, his touch rough yet somehow gentle, his fingers thrusting in and out of me. “You feel incredible.”

As the pleasure intensifies, I become aware of how vulnerable I am in this moment – naked and exposed beneath him, trusting him completely with my body. And yet, despite the risks, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is exactly where I want to be, tangled up with Elio.

“God, Stella,” he groans, his voice strained with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Elio positions himself between my legs, the head of his thick cock poised at my entrance. I watch, breathless, as he lubricates it with his saliva.

He pushes inside my tight channel slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. A gasp escapes my lips as he fills me, stretching my walls in a way that is both pleasurable and overwhelming.

“Stella,” Elio murmurs, his strong hands gripping my hips. “You feel incredible.”

The compliment sends a blush to my cheeks, but my response is drowned out by a moan as he starts to move. His hips pump in and out of me, filling me completely. My body arches towards him, meeting each thrust with my own, our bodies slapping together in rhythm.

“Harder, Elio,” I beg, emboldened by the lust coursing through me.

“Your wish is my command,” he replies, his voice husky with desire. His pace quickens, driving deeper into me, and the sensation is exhilarating.

My thoughts dissolve into a blur of pleasure as we move as one, our bodies entwined in this fervent dance. It’s hard to believe that just moments ago, I had been so nervous about exploring this side of myself, but with Elio, everything feels right.

“Deeper, Elio,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him further into me. Our bodies move in perfect sync, a frenzy of desire and need driving us forward.

“God, yes,” he groans, his strong hands gripping my hips as he fulfills my request. The sound of his voice sends another jolt of pleasure through me, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations flooding my body.

My mind races, unable to focus on anything other than the way Elio’s body feels against mine - the heat of his skin, the flex of his muscles, and the taste of his lips as they hungrily seek out mine.

I may not be a virgin, but Elio makes me feel like one.

Every thrust is deeper than the last one, each of my moans louder than the last one, echoing off of the walls. I clutch onto him, my nails digging into his back.

Elio reaches his peak first, groaning loudly as he thrusts into me one last time, his hips jerking violently. His hot seed fills me, and the sensation overwhelms my senses, leaving me teetering on the edge of my own climax.

“Come for me, Stella,” Elio urges, his voice strained with the effort it takes to hold himself together.

Elio’s powerful thrusts bring me to the brink, and as I stare into his intense blue eyes, I can no longer hold back. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him. “Elio!” I scream, my voice strained with passion.

Finally spent, we collapse onto the bed, our sweaty bodies tangled together. The silk sheets beneath us are damp with our exertions, but neither of us cares.

Panting heavily, Elio rolls onto his side, cradling me in his strong arms. His touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.

And even though I know I shouldn’t, I find myself drifting off.