Page 9 of My Dad's Best Friend

I growl under my breath at the thought of what her lips look like, how her inner folds ruffle like a carnation and lead to her nectar.

By the time we pull into the driveway, I can’t control myself anymore. The door of the car is already open before I even have my keys out of the ignition. I’m around to the other side of the car just as Marie is getting her seatbelt undone, and with my keys still in hand, I pull her out of the passenger seat, her legs draped over my arm.

Marie’s eyes are wide, her little pink lips parted, but she holds onto me with no protest. I feel for the spare house key on my keyring and unlock the door, feeling the tiny slit and slipping the hard metal inside, my voice rumbling in my chest as I feel the latch click.

“What are you doing?” Marie asks, her voice almost a whisper as I kicked the door closed behind me.

“I’m fucking making you mine is what I’m doing,” I say. My legs carry us both to the top of the stairs and I take her to the spare room, my room and lay her on the bed. I loom over the top of her, my arms bracing me. Those sweet lips are still parted, her hair is spread across the white comforter and I can hear the slight quiver in her voice.

“I’m going to taste every part of you, Marie,” I say. “I’m going to run my tongue over your body and fill you with me until your pussy is swollen and sore, but you’ll beg me for more. Does that sound alright to you?”

Marie’s eyes widen, her pupils dilated, and I see the want in them as she bites her bottom lip and nods.

“I need to hear you tell me,” I say.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Good.”

My hand moves up her skirt, feeling the smoothness of her tanned skin as my mouth finds its way to her neck. Her skin tastes like cream and vanilla, and her body convulses at the heat of my mouth. I run my lips from her shoulder, to her collar bone, nibbling at the hardness supporting her frame, feeling my own hardness press against my jeans.

I want to press my cock against her, let her know how badly I want her, let her know what’s in store for her, but I can’t. I’m aching for her so much that I don’t trust I won’t explode at the slightest touch. And when I do explode, it will be deep inside her.

I rock back onto my heels on the floor, pushing her legs apart. Those beautiful legs. Her skirt slouched down between her thighs, a curtain to the true glory that is a woman, that is Marie.

I kiss her knee, moving to her inner thigh, planting little bites along her skin as I travel up, listening to her little whimpers of want, her other thigh moving further away, opening herself to me with each little nibble. Her breathing is shallow and I haven’t even touched her most tender parts, yet.

My nose pushes under the fabric of her skirt and I can smell her. My cock jerks in my jeans, rock solid and hard, wanting to dive deep into that scent, to be covered in her honey. But not before I have a taste.

“Look at these,” I say, seeing the lace thong pushing itself between the roundness of her ass cheeks, barely hiding her hole. “I hope you wore these for my benefit.”

I look up and see her looking down at me over the mounds of her breasts. Her nipples showing through her shirt, little beads as erect at my dick, wanting almost as badly to be played with.

“Tell me,” I say.

“I wore them for you,” she breaths, her head rolling back as I run my tongue over the lace. “Oh god. I wore them for you, Conner. I wanted you to see my panties. Ah.”

I move the tiny piece of fabric out of the way, revealing a clear view of her slit, her little ripple of skin peaking out between her lips like a tease. I take it between my own lips and tug on it gently, listening to her breathing change. Her lips parting like magic.

I pull them apart with my thumb, seeing her flower in bloom, plump and red with want, and her tiny beaded clit protruding with desire.

“What did you want me to do when I saw these panties?” I ask, my lips just over hers, breathing my hot breath over her. Her pelvis angled toward me. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Did you want me to lick you?”

I brush the tip of my tongue along her labia, gently enough to let her know I’m there.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans.

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