Page 14 of My Dad's Best Friend

As soon as the drink is gone, Conner turns me around, picks me up, and pushes me against the window. My legs wraps around him and I can feel the bulge in his trousers pushing against the very light piece of fabric concealing me from him. He presses himself against me, my back to the cool glass and grunts, his voice deep in his chest and shaking through me.

Then his lips are on mine, hard and wanting as he slips his tongue between my lips. His hands digging into my ass, spreading my cheeks apart through my dress. His fingers dig into my flesh as he presses himself harder against me. If his hands weren’t there, I would have no doubt that his arousal would be the one thing holding me up against this window.

“You’re fucking mine,” he says. “Now it’s time to show you just what that means.”

He holds me even tighter and turns away from the window, taking me to the bedroom where there is a king sized bed with black bedding and gold trim. There’s a mirror at the headboard, and another on the wall across from the foot of the bed and I realize that whatever happens in here, I’m going to see it all from all angles. I’m going to see myself being taken for the first time.

“I like your dress,” Conner says, his voice smooth yet rough. “I want to see if you dressed up for me under that dress.”

He releases me and lets me slide down his body to my feet. His big hands holding on to me, feeling for the zipper on my back and slowly tugging it down. I feel the back of my dress release.

Stepping back, I let the dress fall from my shoulders to the ground, knowing that I look good in the underwear I chose, and I’m more than excited to get to show him just how pretty my undergarments are.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he looks at me. I take him in, noting the shape of his dick in his pants, rock solid, and all I want is to run my hand along it, to see how much of him I can take in my hand.

He moves closer to me and I bite my bottom lip as I watch his length. His hand runs along my middle as he circles me, taking me in until he’s behind me. He unclasps my bra and I let it fall to the floor, standing only in my panties and my black high heels.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Marie,” he says. “You won’t even remember what being a virgin means after I’m done with you. And then I’m going to do it again.”

My heart is pounding in my ears, and I know my breathing is audible. The cool air on my nipples only makes them harder, and I want to know what his mouth feels like on them. My hands goes to the hem of my underwear, beginning to push them down.

“Those are mine,” Conner says, standing in front of me. He slaps my hands away from my panties, replacing them with his warm hands. He kisses my neck, my chest, going between my breasts which are aching for him to touch.

His tongue runs down my middle, circling my naval, until he gets to my underwear.

“These are pretty,” he says before he kisses my mound.

I’m so wet right now, so shaky with want, that I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my balance in these shoes for much longer. His tongue snakes down to my cleft, feeling my slit down through the fabric of my red panties while his hands move to my ass, holding me steady as he teases me.

“Oh god,” I breath.

“I haven’t even started,” he says.

He pinches the top of my underwear with his teeth, pulling them down to my knees before they drop. I’m completely naked in front of him, and he doesn’t even pause a beat before his tongue is back where it was, running between my lips. He holds me with one strong arm, balancing me as he brings my other leg over his shoulder. I feel powerless as he begins licking my wet pussy, like a doll being positioned.

It’s fucking hot is what it is. I reach back and grip his hands, worrying that my knee will buckle. How is this man so strong?

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks before his mouth delves back into my folds, circling my clit. I nearly loose my balance.

“Please,” I say, letting my head roll back, hoping beyond hope that he’ll be strong enough to hold me up if my leg gives way.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come,” I say. I release one of his hands and feel my breast, my nipple hard between my fingers. I pinch it as my breathing quickens. I’m getting close.

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