Page 23 of My Best Friend's Dad

I opened my mouth to tell him off, but then I closed it, shock and desire morphing into one and stealing my voice right out from under me. Vincenzo smirked, and I snarled at him.

For a few moments, the two of us stared at each other in a standoff to see which one of us would give in first.

Spoiler alert.

It was me.

My arousal ran rampant and my pussy throbbed hard. Heat blazed through me, pulsing over and over again until it drove me insane. It took everything in me to wait a few more seconds before I slid my hand down the front of my shorts. His eyes flashed, and a wave of heat rushed through me as his gaze followed the path of my fingers.

For a moment, I faltered and then his eyes narrowed. I ventured further and gasped at the wetness between my thighs.

“That’s it. Touch yourself the way you do at night when you think of me,” he dictated, and my clit throbbed at his bold words.

“I don’t—” I stammered.

“Don’t lie to me.”

As soon as I touched my clit, the room seemed to disappear. Nothing else existed. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure building between my legs. I stroked myself, slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

His gaze locked onto mine, and I bit my lip, holding back a moan.

This was so wrong, but it felt so good.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bit my lip, holding back a moan as I touched myself, stroking my little clit just the way I liked.

Just like you did late at night while you fantasized about him. Just like he knew you did.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and his gaze intensified, a dark hunger lurking in his emerald eyes. He watched me with rapt attention, and the knowledge that he was watching me do something so intimate and filthy was both terrifying and exhilarating.

My core squeezed tight as my clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I was so close, so very close, and with every soft stroke, I flew right to the edge. I pressed a little harder, circled my needy bundle of nerves faster, and then it happened.

I came.

Hard.

The force of it knocked the wind out of me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and it crashed through me, wave after wave, leaving me breathless and panting.

My eyes flicked to his as I moaned, and his eyes were so full of lust that I couldn’t look away.

His nostrils flared and his expression hardened.

I was lost. I came undone.

My mind and body were no longer under my own control. They were under his. Liquid fire burned through my veins, searing mefrom the inside out and I screamed. The sound of my pleasure was guttural in nature, and I almost didn’t recognize myself.

My core squeezed tight, thrumming with white-hot ecstasy that crashed through me like a tidal wave. I drowned in my pleasure for what felt like an eternity before it finally started to quell, leaving me shaky and needy and trembling from the force of it.

“You come so very prettily, naughty girl,” he praised me, and my heart swelled at least two times its normal size.

When the last vestiges of pleasure ebbed, my body went limp, and I slumped against him. His arm circled around my waist, supporting me. His gaze searched mine, looking for something, and then, satisfied, he smiled.

Then he grabbed my arm and put his foot up on one of the metal boxes beside the door.

Before I could blink, he threw me over his knee, forcing me onto my stomach over his leg. I shrieked, trying to balance as best as I could.

Neither my hands nor my feet could reach the floor. Precariously balanced, I whimpered at what was undoubtedly going to come next.

His hand was at the back of my scalp in an instant and he wrenched my head back, making me arch my spine and stick my ass up even further into the air.

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