Page 16 of My Dad's Best Friend

“You’re fucking mine,” he says.

He pushes in, slowly, and I moan as he stretches me. I know there’s a pain that’s going to come in just a minute, but I don’t know what it will be like, or how bad it will be. Whatever it is, it’ll be worth it.

Conner moves slowly, filling me, stretching me, letting his cock feel every inch of my pussy. Then, there it is, the burn, the pinch, and I inhale for a moment before it’s gone, fading away, and I melt into the pleasure of Conner’s length still pushing into me.

“You’re so tight,” he says, his hips pushing against me, spreading me wider at the base of his cock.

“Oh god,” I moan, feeling my hips take over, beginning to move against him.

“No, no,” he says, thrusting into me. “I’m fucking you, like you asked.”

He begins slowly pulling out, the head of his cock feeling bulbous as it makes its way out of my sex, expanding and massaging my walls as it moves through me. His hand moves to my nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. I whimper at his touch, wanting more, wanting to be consumed by him.

Then, he thrusts in, hard and deep, not being slow anymore, but pounding into me, rocking me in the bed, my breasts swaying on my chest as he takes me with his massive cock, beads of sweat forming on his head.

“Conner!” I cry as my body tightens against him, tendrils of ecstasy gathering in me. “I’m going to come!”

“You come when I tell you to come,” he says, his arm slipping behind me as he rolls onto his back, with me on top of him, straddling him. He wriggles so his head is on the pillows and I brace myself on the headboard, seeing my reflection in the mirror, looking past and seeing myself in the mirror behind me, Conner’s massive cock sliding in and out of me as his hands dig into my back.

He holds me in place as he pounds into me, my ass bouncing up and down behind me in the mirror, and my breasts damn near hitting me in my face.

Conner catches hold of one of my nipples in his teeth and bites it before he begins flicking it with his tongue like he did my clit, rolling it between his lips as his cock fills me.

“Come for me, Marie,” he says, his hand moving to my hair. He pulls it and I tilt my head back, my lips parting as I give into him. “Come for me. Say my name as you come on my dick.”

“Fuck,” I moan, the sensation of being pumped into like a rag doll, of his hard rod slamming into me, overwhelming. I grip the headboard and he pounds harder into me, the sound of flesh slapping into flesh filling the room beyond the blood pulsing in my ears. “Oh god, Conner. I’m coming!”

“Where are you coming,” he demands.

“I’m coming all over your massive cock!” I cry out. “Fuck, Conner!”

And that’s it. Dizziness takes hold of me, my vision blurs, there is no sound, only the sensation of my orgasm pulsing around his cock. Somewhere I can hear him growling as he holds me tighter.

“Milk my fucking cock with that tight little pussy!”

“Come in me, Conner,” I manage to say, the ecstasy still rolling over me as he continues to take me.

“What did you say?”

“Please, Conner. Please come in me.”

“That’s right. Take my seed, Marie,” he growls. “You’re mine. Who owns you?”

“You own me, Conner,” I say, my hands moving to his chest. My fingers nestled into his chest hair, digging into his pecs as he pounds harder into me. “I’m yours. You own me. Come in me Conner!”

As my pussy clenches in my own orgasm, Conner wraps himself around me, his teeth latching onto my breast as he fills me deep inside with his pleasure. He pushes himself deep into me, holding me, giving a couple of soft pumps until he finishes, and his grip slowly loosens.

Conner gently rolls me onto the bed next to him and kisses me.

“Are you alright?’ he asks.

I nod.

He kisses me again. “You’re mine.”

Chapter Six

Conner

I stroke her hair as she rests her head against my chest. Her beautiful rich auburn hair, and it’s all mine.

I think about the guy who was following her earlier in the day. He won’t be returning, but how many others are out there, looking at her, thinking they have a right to Marie? She’s mine. She’s always been mine, just neither of us knew it until now.

I feel anger rising in me at the thought of the men she’ll have to deal with throughout her life, that will see her, look at her the way I do, look at what’s mine. I want to make sure they know, that they all know that she is just for me. No one else. Just me.

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