Page 33 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

I literally stopped breathing then. This, I hadn’t known. This, I had no idea. My ass was giving it up as well? Oh god. And the big man just confirmed it, grinning lasciviously at me once again.

“That’s right honey, that’s part of the reason why anal feels so good. Because when I drill you in back, your ass will pump me. It’ll milk me, it’ll clench and jerk, breaking off my dick if I’m not careful.”

And I moaned again, turned on, snatch leaking like a well now, I was so hungry and desperate.

“Please Mr. Parker,” I panted. “I want it, please show me. I want to try.”

And Rob chuckled deeply in his throat.

“Of course baby,” he ground out. “Let’s just get you somewhere comfortable,” and with a sweep of his arms, I was cuddled up against that broad chest as he took the stairs two at a time, depositing me onto the guest bed, my curves bouncing as he dropped me onto the quilted coverlet.

“Now baby,” he grunted against my lips. “Just feel.”

Because the alpha nudged my knees apart with his body, placing himself squarely between my thighs and slowly, took a deep lick of my cunt, all the way from asshole to clit.

“Unnnh!” I cried out, throwing my head back. “Oh god!”

Mr. Parker rumbled knowingly in his chest.

“Tweak your nips honey,” he ground out. “Play with yourself as I munch this rug.”

And obediently, my small hands found their way to my tits, squeezing and massaging the flesh before pinching my nipples, the hard tips going from light pink to a flushed, deep red, pebbled, jutting out, desperate for more. And so I spat on my breasts for more lube, areola glistening under the light, and began to give myself a boob job then, pulling firmly before massaging my nipples, squeezing them and rolling them up to my mouth to suckle on myself as Mr. Parker pleasured me below.

Because the big man was being thorough. He was no lazy slouch, lightly flicking and doing nothing. The alpha was going for a deep taste, and he slowly pulled my labia with his fingers, merely sniffing at first, letting the waft of hot cunt drift over his senses.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, this is it.”

Because he’d been waiting for me for five years, and the promised land was finally before him. The big man closed his eyes and sniffed again, my hot pussy steam enveloping him, bathing him in the unmistakable scent of hungry cunt.

“Shit, shit,” he ground out. “Shit.”

But I couldn’t wait. As I toyed with my breasts, my hips bucked, desperate for his touch, desperate to feel the big man’s fingers, his lips, his tongue.

“Please Mr. Parker,” I panted, begging, voice rising into a squeal. “Pleeease!”

Because the big man finally did it. Spreading my lips fully, he took another deep lick of my insides, this time running the flat of his tongue up my right labia, across my clit, niggling it for a moment, and then down the inside of my left labia. My hole gushed, pussy already beginning to twitch, it felt so amazing.

“Unnnh!” I cried out again. “More, more!” I demanded.

And Mr. Parker just chuckled beneath me.

“Oh yeah, baby girl, it’s coming,” he soothed. “It’s coming.”

Because the alpha was as good as his word. Dipping his head again, this time he focused on my clit, alternately sucking and kissing, circling the hard nub with his tongue before going in for a series of deep, hard licks with the flat of his tongue. My hips jerked, I moaned and dripped more, jolts running outwards from my cunt, electrifying my limbs, making my fingers and toes tingle. Oh shit, my pussy was pulsing already, beginning to tremble, to shake, and Mr. Parker groaned appreciatively, dipping his mouth to catch the wetness at the base of my slit before going back up to coat it over my nub.

“That’s right,” he ground out. “That’s how my dirty baby rolls.”

And right when I thought it couldn’t get more illicit, he did it. The dark man pushed my hips up higher, rolling me backwards so that my ankles were up by my ears and ran his tongue lovingly over my back hole, lapping at the tight ring there.

“Oh my god!” I screamed, eyes flying open. “Oh my god, no!”

But Mr. Parker ignored me, continuing his ministrations.

“What did Daddy tell you before?” he ground out. “No part of you is off-limits, it all belongs to Daddy.”

And I could do nothing but agree, leaning back and enjoying it as Mr. Parker rimmed my tight hole.

“Yes,” I panted. “I belong to you, all of me belongs to you Daddy,” I huffed.

---