Page 28 of My Dad's Best Friend

“What’s that?”

“Fuck me, Conner.”

“Now where are your manners?”

He pushes my leg down and turns me around so I’m facing one of the stacks of canoes, which comes up just above my hips. Beyond it is another two rows of boats and then the lake through the window, bright blue and rippling in the breeze. The party sounds like it’s miles away, but all I can focus on is the tingling of my want coursing through me as Conner lifts my dress over my ass, running his hands along my skin.

He spreads my cheeks, and I know he’s looking at me, enjoying the view. I fucking love it when he looks at me, when he takes the time to feel and examine my body, appreciating me. It makes me feel like I’m the only woman there is, the only true woman, and I’m all his for his enjoyment.

And god do I love his enjoyment.

His hand runs up my back, and I hear him undoing his belt buckle, pulling apart his slacks, letting loose that cock of his. Conner presses in behind me, edging his shaft between my ass cheeks as he puts pressure on my back, urging me to bend forward.

“Fuck you’re wet for me,” he says, his voice rumbling behind me.

“Conner,” I moan at the sound of his voice, knowing what he has that I want. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Claim me,” I beg. “Take me.”

His hand moves into my hair and he pulls at the roots, enough to bring my head back, to bring a little sting, and enough to turn me on more than I already was.

“When I’m good and ready,” he says.

His free fingers move down my ass, pushing apart my cheeks again before they find my opening. He swirls a finger around my entrance, making me shudder with want, before sliding it between my folds and to my clit.

I whimper at his touch, knowing how swollen my clit is for him, how sensitive it is. He won’t need to spend any time there at all to get me off.

Conner’s hand lets go of my hair and slides back down my dress, to my ass, while he nudges my legs further apart.

I cry out, clapping my hand over my mouth when I feel his tongue on my pussy, licking my nectar before he moves to my clit, eating me out from behind.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, trying to keep my voice down.

He holds a hand over my ass, keeping it in place, gripping it as his tongue flutters over my clit, pushing me almost instantly to ecstasy.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, nearly whining, mostly pleading for him to let me come.

His finger takes over my clit while his tongue moves to my entrance, pushing inside, exploring my walls, stimulating all my nerves and making me so much wetter. I moan wanting him to keep licking me, wanting him to fuck me. Just wanting him.

He slaps my ass. Once. Twice. On the third one, I’m over the edge, bucking back, wanting to ride his face into oblivion.

Conner doesn’t wait for my orgasm to subside before he’s standing behind me, pushing the massive head of his cock into my pulsing pussy. I bite the palm of my hand as I try to keep quiet, and hold on to the other side of the canoe trying to brace myself.

His fingers dig into my hips as he slams me back against him, harder and harder.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You!” I cry.

“Who the fuck do you belong to?

“You, Conner!” I yell, unable to contain myself. “I belong to you. Claim me.”

He slaps my ass again. “You’re fucking mine, Marie. You’re mine.”

He moves his hand between my ass cheeks again, spreading them. I love it when he does that, watching that massive dick pummel into me, always eliciting that deep rumble of his voice in his chest that makes me wet at the sound of it.

His thumb moved between my cheeks, landing on my ass, just hovering there, moving with his movement just at the opening, no more.

“Your ass is mine, Marie,” he says.

“My ass is yours, Conner,” I repeat. “God, I’m all yours. I’m all yours, Conner.”

He pushed his thumb, not enough to go in, but enough to stimulate the erotic naughtiness of it. He’s never played with my ass before, and this is something new. I don’t know where I want it to go, only that I just want to be filled with Conner.

“Fuck your asshole’s hot,” he says. “One day I’m going to fill it with my cock, the same way I’m filling your pussy.”

“Oh god,” I moan. “Oh fuck, Conner, I’m getting close.”

“You’re not sitting down for the rest of this wedding,” he says, increasing his pace, pounding harder into me. My fingers reach to grip onto something, anything, but they slide on the waxy surface of the canoe.

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