Page 32 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

And this time, as we made love, there was an element of true caring in our movements. Somehow, the air had been cleared between us. He and I had revealed our longing for one another, the fact that for years, we’d been watching each other, Rob slowly biding his time, clamping down on his reactions so as to not overstep.

And me, I’d been lusting after him, flat out. After trailing him for years like a puppy, suddenly I was a woman grown, one with assets, a mind of my own, and a body with needs. And it was time to sate those needs, even if we only had a short while.

“Mr. Parker,” I murmured into his mouth. “My parents are coming tomorrow morning. Let’s make the most of the time we have left, okay? Please,” I said, on the edge of begging. “Please Rob.”

The big man groaned deep in his throat, those big hands moving up and down my back.

“Baby,” he rasped. “We’ve already gone so far, and yeah, I’m more than happy to make you feel good. I love you Amanda,” he groaned. “I fucking love you honey, these curves, this smile,” he said touching my lips, “and that big, sexy brain of yours.”

I knew he was saying words he’d had pent up for years, but the thing is I couldn’t take them at face value. The big man was so conflicted right now, shit I was so confused, that emotions were bubbling up from nowhere and we were both saying things that we’d regret in the stark light of day. But now, under the cover of darkness, cocooned in the cabin with no one around for miles, it was like we were living in a dream world where anything could happen, the mystical, magical feel of night making anything possible. So I said it too.

“Mr. Parker,” I breathed against his mouth. “I love you too. I want you so bad, and I’m so happy that we’re here,” I murmured. “Feel how happy I am,” I whispered, taking that big hand in mine. And without waiting, I dragged his hand between my thighs, pushing those big fingers up against my crotch. Oh yeah, the booty shorts didn’t do much and his digits grazed my bare twat, the folds leaky and wet already. “Feel,” I breathed again.

The alpha groaned under his breath, stroking my puffy flesh, making me moan and toss my head to the sky.

“Oh fuck,” was all he could say. “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Baby, I have to see it.”

I knew what he wanted. Standing up, I shimmied out of the tee and shorts in two seconds flat, nude before him in the kitchen, nips perky and proud, breasts dangling as my cunt dripped wildly.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked sweetly, cupping my tits, lifting the huge creamy orbs to my mouth for a taste. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked again, lightly nipping at the pink buds.

And Mr. Parker groaned, eyes on fire, glued to my form.

“Shit baby I love how your boobs are so huge you can lick them yourself,” he ground out, popping his dick from his pants. It was so huge that I almost fell on my knees right there, ready to worship, my mouth filling with saliva he looked so appetizing. But Mr. Parker shook his head again.

“Naw baby, that’s not for right now, you can pleasure me later,” he ground out. “Right now, I want to see that little vag pulse with pleasure. I want to see you contract hard, honey, I want to see those two holes open and close with ecstasy.”

I gasped.

“What do you mean?” I stammered. I was a virgin until hours ago, and once again, Mr. Parker had me in the dark. “You want to see my pussy spasm? But which two holes?” I murmured, embarrassed, cheeks flushing. “What do you mean?”

And the big man just grunted, eyes on fire.

“Baby,” he said gently. “When a woman comes, her pussy pulses hard. The contractions of your orgasm are there to pull a man’s semen deeper, to draw the good stuff into your body to seed that fertile form. It’s a beautiful sight honey, a woman’s sweet hole giving it up, opening and closing with delight when she’s horny.”

And I blushed. Holy cow, of course I knew my pussy jerked when I came, it felt good and I’ve fingered myself, I’ve made myself come. I just didn’t know you could actually see it.

“But isn’t it all internal?” I asked, confused. “I don’t get it, I thought it was mostly inside.”

Rob threw me a dirty grin then.

“Some of it is internal, yeah,” he confirmed. “But honey, some of it is right here, at your opening,” he ground out, grazing one big finger over my honey hole, dipping into the ambrosia. “And I’ll be able to see it because I’m gonna hold you open.”

My mouth dropped open as I gasped.

“Hold me open?” I asked, stupefied. “You’re gonna hold my pussy lips open?”

Rob nodded, another sly grin creeping over his face.

“That’s right, baby,” he said roughly. “I’m gonna spread those pussy lips wide to look deep into you, to get a front row seat as this horny cunt gives it up, clenching and spasming. I’m gonna watch all of it baby, watch as you drip and jerk, screaming and shrieking with pleasure.”

And I moaned throatily then, tantalized and so hungry, so desperate for him, to go into this unknown.

“Oh my god,” was all I could manage. “Oh my god.”

But Rob wasn’t done yet.

“And not just that honey, but a woman’s ass pulses when she orgasms. Did you know that? While your pussy’s jerking, your ass is contracting too, winking and blinking with spasms.”

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