Page 24 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend

CHAPTER TWELVE

Marie

The front door swung shut and Robbie was up the stairs in a sec.

“Yo, I’m first in the shower,” he yelled, disappearing up to his room. “You guys go ahead and start dinner.”

I turned to look at Trent, sighing. But when my eyes met his, I gasped, the air tight in my throat, breasts rising, nipples growing tight, pussy wet. Because he was staring at me. The huge man’s blue eyes blazed, taking in everything, running over my form hungrily, desperate even, devouring every square inch he could see.

“What is it Trent?” I breathed, one hand against the counter, suddenly feeling lightheaded, so warm and wanted under his gaze. “You okay?”

The alpha didn’t say anything for a second, merely taking me in, our first moment of privacy since the raucous cheering of the game, the throngs of people on all sides. His eyes grew dark for a moment, deepening to an almost black, and then he was on me, drawing me in for a swift kiss, arms like steel bands around me, holding me close as he plundered my mouth.

And I gave in. The events of the ball game had been shattering. Because yeah, the encounter with Vincent had been terrible. Even though he was a stranger, the nasty old man had reminded us of reality, which was that I was old, and Trent was young. The alpha was twenty to my forty for crying out loud, literally half my age. And what the hell, even if the age thing was okay, he traveled all the time, it was the nature of his job. Where was this going? Nowhere. That was the answer, and my heart broke hearing the words out in the open.

And it affected Trent too because he was on me now, his mouth hard, hot and fast, his hands roaming over my body, needy, possessive, desperate to touch my curves, burrow into my warmth. But we couldn’t. We were in the kitchen, bright lights on, Robbie finishing his shower even now, we could hear the creak of the spigot as he turned it off.

“No Trent, we’ll talk later,” I breathed, giving him one last kiss before pulling away. “Later,” I promised.

And those blue eyes were so hungry, so hot, that for a moment, I didn’t think he’d wait. His big form was so aroused, so virile, that I thought he might throw caution to the heavens and ravage me right there, our secret be damned.

But he got a hold of himself and pulled away, breathing heavily, that massive chest rising and falling.

“Later tonight, Marie,” he promised, eyes gleaming. “We’ll talk later tonight.”

And I nodded silently, willing the lump in my throat to go away. Of course, later. We’d get to everything later. But there was no later, because there was no talk in the dark depths of my bedroom at midnight. No, when Trent came up, I was too desperate, we were both too hungry to do anything like talking. He was on me in a moment, ravaging my form, both of us nude, my pussy wet, his dick hard, going at it like we were never going to see each other again.

Because time really was running out. He had only a few more days before Spring Training resumed again, the breakneck pace of pro sports, and Trent would be leaving, disappeared god knows where, doing his thing. And so I loved him as best I could, giving him absolutely everything, holding nothing back during our love.

“Oh!” I squealed, ass perched in the air, cheek pressed against the mattress, big boobs dragging against the coverlet, my nipples so hard they practically left dents. “Oh oh!”

And Trent grinned. As usual, the inseminator was on the bedside table, he was careful never to come in me, to make sure I orgasmed with the dildo in deep. But Trent has his ways, and at the moment, he was tasting my dark star, touching the tip of his tongue to my anus, tracing the pleats as they contracted reflexively, winking.

“Honey, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, breath hot against my butt cheeks. “You ready for some anal?”

And I flushed, breasts feeling heavy with delight and anticipation. Because yes, I loved anal now. Trent’s opened a whole new world for me, I never thought of myself as an ass girl, but now I absolutely love feeling him in back, his lips, his fingers, his tongue up my rear end. And he never makes me feel dirty or disgusting, breaking through every barrier, shattering my inhibitions.

“That’s right,” he leaned forward once more, tonguing my dark hole once more, “You ready for Daddy’s dick back here?”

And like the slut I am, I moaned throatily, wiggling my hips slightly, spreading my legs to welcome him, to take him deep in my private part.

But Trent wanted more than that. Spitting suddenly, he smoothed the saliva into my anus, and I shivered, feeling it seep into my hole, warm and wet, the perfect lube.

“Yes Daddy,” I panted, craning my head around to look at him over a shoulder. “Yes, put it in now.”

Trent just chuckled deep in his throat, but instead of lining his dick up, instead he flipped me around so I was on my back, big boobies pointed to the ceiling, soft white flesh spread everywhere. And he looked at me then, taking his fill, loving the hills and valleys, the fact that I was creamy, giving, warm and wet. And with a satisfied grunt, he took my knees in his hands and pushed them towards my chest, up and apart so that my pussy was open, bare and beautiful, pulsing wetly.

“Daddy,” I breathed, grasping my legs so that he could let go. “I thought you wanted my butt?” I asked. Because he’d just lubed me there, didn’t he want anal play?

But instead the big man just rumbled deeply in his throat.

“That’s right honey, and I’m gonna get it,” he rasped. “Now move those knees up even more, come on, higher, higher,” he commanded.

And I did as I was told, pulling my legs back even though it was so obscene, my pussy lips spreading a bit on their own, my ass rolling backwards until both my lips and my anus were on display, the wet slit punctuated at the bottom by my dark hole.

“Like this Daddy?” I mewled, looking at him coyly. “Like this?” I panted, giving him everything, exposing everything to him.

Dark color streaked his cheekbones, that big body tense, alert, his cock like an oar jutting from his waist, so powerful, hard, intense, dripping wetly from the tip.

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