Page 19 of My Dad's Best Friend

“That’s fucking right I own you,” I say.

I pull out of her and spin her around as I lean against the hot tub. I lift her up and slid my cock into her with ease as she wraps her legs around me. She’s so creamy, and still pulsing from her orgasm. I thrust into her, damn bouncing her off my cock. Her tits rock up and down, her hair all over the place, her mouth open as she continues to moan.

Her pussy holds tight to me, trying to milk me, wanting to consume my seed. I think about spraying her insides, filling her with my come, painting her white inside, and I feel my balls tuck up into me.

“Come for me again, Marie,” I say.

“Conner,” she moans, her legs tightening around me. “Fuck, Conner.”

I love hearing my name come from those plush pink lips of hers.

“Fuck? You want me to fuck you?” I ask, smiling.

I hold her body tight against me as I push her down onto my cock, burring myself deep inside her.

“Holy fuck!” Marie yells.

“Are you going to come for me now? Now that I’m so deep inside you, you can feel me in your belly?”

I keep her in place, thrusting into her despite being buried tightly in her. Her body is already reacting, and she’s gulping for breath, her mouth open as she leans her head back. This is what she wants. Her nails dig into me as I feel the tremors of her orgasm begin.

“I’m coming, Conner,” she said. “Oh god, I’m coming!”

“Tell me where you’re coming.”

“I’m coming all over your cock. Oh fuck, Conner, your massive cock is making me come!”

“Fuck!” I growled as the rush of her words send me over the edge. I exploded inside of her painting her inner walls with my seed as her pussy milks me, drawing me into her and claiming me as her own. I thrust into her as I hold her in place, wanting to be consumed by her entirely.

I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth as the waves of ecstasy wash over me. Eventually I feel myself go soften and I stand, still holding onto Marie. I turn and set her on the edge of the hot tub, kissing her gently now.

I kneel before her and kiss her knees, seeing her engorged pussy pushing my seed out of it. Fuck that’s hot.

Gently, I remove her shoes, and rub each foot with my thumb momentarily.

“Oh god that feels good,” she says.

“I know how to pleasure a woman in more than one way,” I say.

“You’re telling me,” she says, breathlessly.

“Get in the tub,” I direct. “I’ll refill your glass. We knocked it over while you were screaming my name.”

She blushes and tries to hide it behind her hair, ducking her face and smiling. She’s beautiful, and now I’m going to make her see just how beautiful she is.

Marie slides into the tub, releasing a different kind of moan, though just as much from enjoyment, and just as arousing. If she’s not careful, I’m going to have to take her again.

I retrieve the bottle of champagne and consider whether I want to put in an order for a second one to be sent up, but decide against it. I don’t want to get her drunk. I just want her to feel pampered. I bring the bowl of strawberries to the side of the tube and remove my robe.

I slip into the tub, which is just right in temperature.

“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being in a hot tub this much,” she says.

“That would be the endorphins,” I say. “They make most things after a good fuck feel pretty good.”

I pour her a new glass and pass it to her before I go for the strawberries and cream. I dip a strawberry in the cream, making sure not to get too much on it and hold it in front of Marie.

She reaches for it and I pull it away. She smiles and puts her hand back underwater and opens her mouth. Fuck, that mouth. I put the strawberry in it, and she wraps her lips around it, biting into it so sensually I feel my desire for her flair again. That quick. All it takes is those lips and that hot mouth to get me feeling hard again. The things she does to me.

“Mmm,” she hums, rushing more blood to my cock. I dip the strawberry in the cream and let her have another bite of it.

“I could watch you eat fruit all day,” I say. I love feeding her, feeling her teeth take hold of the fruit, wondering what her tongue is doing to it before she bites into it. I think about how I watched her at dinner earlier and last night, and how her tongue would greet each thing she put into her body.

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