Page 11 of Sold To My Ex's Dad

My panties fall to my ankles, and he’s right there with a command.

“Bed. Now.”

His tone doesn’t leave any room for discussion. A shiver runs up my spine at the firmness of the direction.

I kind of love it.

I step backward, reach the bed, and sit down on it. My eyes drift to his massive erection, my pussy soaking wet from his touch and his kiss.

“Take off your bra.”

Another irresistible command. I reach around, undoing the clasp, sliding the straps down my shoulders. He drinks in the sight of my bare breasts, and when I toss the bra aside, I realize that this is the first time I’ve been naked in front of a guy in a really long time.

He steps over to me, his erection just a few inches from my face. I can’t wait any longer. I pull down his boxer briefs, his cock springing out in front of me. His manhood is freaking gorgeous. I can’t resist leaning in, covering his length in kisses.

I’m rewarded for my efforts with sexy groans and growls. I want to do more, I want to take his cock into my mouth, but before I can, he swoops over top of me, laying me back onto the bed and placing his hand between my thighs.

“Oh… Oh my God…”

He spreads me open and finds my clit right away, rubbing me, teasing me, making slow, little circles that bring me close to orgasm so quickly that I can hardly breathe. His lips find my jaw, and he’s kissing and touching me at the same time, the orgasm building.

“You look so fucking hot when you’re about to come,” he says, pure heat in his voice.

I can’t even think of a response; the pleasure is so intense. I buck my hips into his hand, making damn sure he stays in the same place, making the same motions, luring me into a perfect trance. My body clenches, and my pussy contracts before pleasure erupts inside me.

He continues to touch me through the climax, and I open my eyes slightly. Patrick’s still on top, gazing down at me with a sensual intensity as if he’s in the middle of painting a masterpiece and wants to make sure every stroke is perfect.

My hands fall to my sides, my arms going limp, my chest rising and falling.

“You look spent already,” he says with a grin. “But I’m not quite done with you.”

He reaches down and grabs his cock, pushing it against my drenched pussy, teasing me, making me wait. The fucker knows just how much I want him, and he’s loving every damn second of it.

“Please,” I moan, placing my hands on his sculpted behind. “Please, Patrick.”

“Protection,” he mutters.

“On the pill. Just please, don’t make me wait.”

I press down on his rear, hoping to simply push him inside. But he holds still, the whisper of a grin forming on his lips as he takes more enjoyment out of teasing me.

Finally, mercifully, he thrusts forward. I’m soaked, and he glides into me with no effort at all. I wrap my legs around him, my walls stretching as he bottoms out deep inside me.

His first few thrusts are slow and deep, allowing me to get used to his size and thickness.

But he’s soon going faster, harder, splitting me in half again and again until I can’t feel anything but his huge cock pushing into me, his arm wrapped around my upper body, his muscles so hard and hot against me.

“Yes, yes!” I scream, the pleasure so intense that I can hardly think straight.

He moves his hand along the curve of my spine as he bucks into me, making damn sure I feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me. His right hand weaves into my hair, bringing my face against his for another deep kiss, the slapping sound of his body against mine filling the air.

I’m screaming, my throat hoarse, the delight so intense.

“Come for me, Allie,” he growls. “Right now.”

There’s no resisting him even if I wanted to, and I most certainly do not want to. I shudder hard, and another orgasm, this one way more powerful than the first, rips through my body. He’s right there with me, grabbing my hips and pulling me hard into him as he releases deep inside, filling my pussy to the brim.

As our climaxes fade, he falls to my side, lying on the bed beside me.

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