Page 13 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

“Please Mr. Parker, take me, use me,” I breathed. “I’m yours.”

And with another aroused growl, the big man kissed me, pressing my curvy body to his.

“That’s right baby,” he ground out. “And it’s good you’ve got that straight from the beginning. Because you’re mine Amanda Jones, this sweet body, this sopping pussy and these giant tits, they belong to me now, no man touches them but me.”

And the words threw me over the edge. I wanted to be his, I wanted to belong to Mr. Parker, to explore womanhood, to lose my virginity to this man. I wanted to delve into a sensual world with my new teacher, consequences be damned, I wanted his dick, hard, deep, and commanding, the sooner the better. So with another indrawn breath, I looked at him, eyes wide and pleading.

“I belong to you,” I breathed. “And I want to start now, please Daddy, now.”

The big man chuckled, eyes gleaming.

“Well then, baby girl, let’s move on to Lesson Two, hmmm?” he rumbled smoothly, running a big finger down the soft curve of my cheek. And just that one touch, that one gentle, delicate trail made me grow hot all over, aroused and needy, pussy gushing.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I want it,” I added, cunt squeezing in anticipation.

And that’s how I became Mr. Parker’s lover, the big man’s dirty little baby. Because he was my fantasy come to life, the alpha I’d dreamt about for years and years, my girlish heart aching with need and want. And now my dreams were coming true … and I couldn’t wait.

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