Page 15 of My Dad's Best Friend

He swats my hand away and replaces it with his. I’m not lacking in the chest department, but his hand completely swallows it as he presses it against me, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“Where do you want to come, Marie?”

I feel dizzy as he flicks my clit. I’m so close.

Conner pulls away slightly before standing, lifting me with his leg over his shoulder, and still keeping me steady as he turns and places me lightly on the bed.

“Where do you want to come?” he repeats, sliding his thumb into my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp. He continues to lick me, drawing me so close as his thumb works it’s way in and out of me.

“Tell me you want to come on my face,” he says.

“Yes,” I say. “Conner, I want to come on your face. Please, let me come on your face. Let me fuck your face.”

“Good girl,” he says, moving his thumb to my clit, slick with my juices as his tongue pushes into me. “You taste delicious.” His lips moving over my lips, the rumble of his voice before his tongue slides inside of me is enough to push me over the edge.

“Ah, Conner, I’m coming,” I breathe, my hips taking over and grinding into him as I arch my back.

He doesn’t stop, but moves back to my clit, sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue, pushing his thumb back into me, pulling another orgasm from me, not letting me complete the first wave.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “Do you want that?”

“Oh god, please,” I whimper, watching him stand at the edge of the bed between my legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Please take me Conner. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he says, a smile touching his lips.

He bears his broad chest, tan and hairy, rippling with muscle so tight I can see his veins. I want to know what happens when I try to sink my teeth into him.

As he begins to undo his jeans, my eyes widen, wanting to see what beast he has in those trousers, wanting to know what he’s going to shove into me.

“God you have a sexy little hole,” he says. “Pink and wet and swollen just for me.”

“I want you so bad, Conner,” I say, barely able to contain myself.

He slides out of his jeans, pulls down his underwear and there it is.

“Holy fuck,” I say. It’s enormous, standing hard and high, looking like it was the girth of my forearm. It’s probably not, but from my virginal position, having just been told I have a ‘little’ pussy, I’m not sure that thing is even going to fit.

Conner leans over me, laying on top of me and kissing me, his hand sliding down my body. His cock presses against my belly, hot and hard. I don’t care if it doesn’t fit, I want it all in me. Every inch of it. I know in that moment that I need it more than anything, and I don’t care if it tears me a part.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod.

“Are you sure?”

There’s kindness in his voice, which assures me I’m making the right decisions. He doesn’t just want to fuck me. He wants to make sure I’m alright, that I’m doing this with the right person. It isn’t just the sex—but oh god, right now it’s about the sex.

“Make me yours,” I repeat. “Take me.”

He pulls my thigh up so that my foot, still in its high heel is on the bed as he shifts, letting his fingers wander between my legs. I moan as he slips a finger into me.

“How is it you’re so wet?” he asks, bringing the finger up to his lips and tasting me. “You have the sweetest tasting pussy.” He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. I never thought I would be into that sort of thing, but he’s right, it’s good. It’s hot. I always want to taste myself on his lips.

“Take me, Conner,” I beg. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me? Have you?” His voice is hungry interest, almost a growl, as his lips graze against mine with his words.

“Since I was a teenager, I’ve been waiting for you to notice me,” I say. “I’m yours.”

He watches me, considering my words. Did I say something wrong? Maybe that was too much for me to say that I’m his, that I’ve wanted him for as long as I have. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned being a teenager.

“You’re fucking right,” he says, hoisting my leg up. He angles his cock down, running it between my lips. It’s hot and massive and I shake at the feel of it.

This is it. He’s going to take me. The man I’ve been fantasizing about for years is going to take my virginity and oh god my body is aching for him. It’s at my opening, round and large, ready to push into me. Oh god how I want him.

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