Page 28 of My Best Friend's Dad

I wanted more. I wanted his cock.

My pussy clenched tight, and I moaned, a low guttural sound that emanated from somewhere deep inside me, maybe from the bottom of my soul. I didn’t know.

“Please, sir. Please fill my needy pussy,” I whispered. I don’t know why I referred to him as ‘sir.’ Honestly, it just fell off my lips and after it was out in the open, it sort of felt right.

He dropped the belt to the floor and his hand came back, lightly caressing my scalded cheeks, likely admiring the marks it left behind.

I wanted to see them too.

“What did you say, naughty girl?” he demanded.

I could have sworn that there was a hint of a smile in his voice, but I couldn’t look back and check. When I didn’t answer quickly enough, his hand came crashing down on my sore bottom six times in quick succession and I squealed.

“I asked you a question, naughty girl. Answer me,” he ordered.

I moaned at his touch.

“Please,” I whined, unable to articulate any words.

“Tell me what you need, Jenna, before I decide to take my belt to your soaking wet pussy too,” he warned, and my heart did a flip in my chest.

“I need you. Your cock. Please, fuck me, sir,” I pleaded, and his hand stilled on the small of my back.

The silence stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us wanted to break the spell, and I pulled in a shaky breath, my pussy clenching wildly, out of control and needy.

Then he finally wrapped his arm around my upper half and lifted me off his thigh, setting my feet on the floor. My shorts and panties were still tangled around my knees, and he quickly whisked them off, helping me to step out of them one leg at a time.

I blushed fiercely, heat blazing up from my chest and into my cheeks. I mean, he’d already seen everything during my spanking, but it was another thing entirely to be standing with my entire lower half bare while he was still fully clothed.

His hand closed around the back of my neck as he led me over to a small desk in the middle of the room. Then he used his hold on my neck to force me to bend right over it. He kicked my legs open, spreading them as far as they could go.

Fuck. This was it.

“Tell me which hole I need to take, bad girl, before I decide for you and I promise you, it won’t be that needy wet pussy. It’ll be in that tight little ass,” he growled.

I swallowed hard and his hand tightened a little in warning.

“Please fuck my needy wet pussy,” I managed to whisper, my voice sounding much surer than I felt.

I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had sex before.

But Vincenzo wasbig.

He was bigger than Dane and bigger than any of the toys I had bought for myself. I wasn’t sure if he would fit, but I knew that I wanted to try.

I also knew that if he put his cock in my ass, it would hurt a whole lot more.

“Please, my pussy, sir. Please fuck my pussy,” I whined.

Without warning, his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers trailing along the seam of my sex. He lightly grazed my slicked folds, exploring me far more gently than I would have liked. When his fingertips finally glided over my clit, a visceral surge of desire took my body by storm and my legs trembled.

“Please give me your cock,” I begged.

He didn’t listen.

He continued stroking my pussy, teasing my clit. His fingers plunged into my entrance, and I cried out as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it brought me right to the edge.

So close, yet so far…

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