Michael slammed the door behind him, his heart pounding from the thrill of sneaking out. At eighteen, he craved freedom, but William, his father, stood in the living room with a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes sharp despite the tipsy sway. 'You think you can defy me, boy?' William growled, his voice low and commanding. 'No boyfriend, no late nights—my rules.'
Michael crossed his arms, standing tall. 'Father, I'm not a child anymore. Your charisma might charm the world, but it doesn't own me. I deserve a life, maybe even a boyfriend who isn't you hovering like a shadow.'
William chuckled darkly, setting the glass down. 'Charisma, huh? You can't ignore how it affects you, can you? That sneaking out ends tonight, but since the world's spinning a bit, we'll try a different punishment.' He stepped closer, the air thickening with tension. Michael felt a spark—his father was undeniably the hottest man he'd seen, strict yet magnetic.
'Punish me? Try it,' Michael shot back wittily, not backing down. 'But don't pretend this isn't about control. Or is it something else making you hard to resist?'
William's gaze darkened, pulling Michael in for a fierce kiss that ignited everything. Clothes hit the floor as hands explored, Michael panting, 'Father... no, Daddy, this feels too good.' William's cock grew hard against him, the room filling with sweat and heat. Michael, strong and unyielding, pushed back, his ass wet and dripping with anticipation as William entered him relentlessly. 'Horny for your son, aren't you?' Michael teased between moans, their bodies moving in explosive rhythm. William's blowjob on Michael left them both coming hard, cum mixing as they panted through the climax.
But as the night peaked, regret flickered in William's eyes even amid the possession he now felt.
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