Page 29 of My Best Friend's Dad

Just as I was getting ready to plead for more, his other hand reached up and gripped a fistful of my hair.

Oh, god. This was it.

He was going to take me just like this, bent over a table with my bright red, welted ass on display and I loved the thought of that. He moved behind me and my hips wagged a little, wanting to tease him as punishment for leaving me on the edge for so long, but all I earned was another sharp slap across my well-scalded right cheek.

I flinched, and he chuckled. His zipper came down, and the sound of the metal teeth being pulled apart filled the room. I whimpered, unable to stop myself.

Again, I thought of his massive size.

There was no way I was going to be able to take his cock. Panic swelled within me, and I pressed my hands to the metal of the table, but he forced me back down by using his hold on the back of my neck.

He was going tomakeme take it.

All of it.

And that made my pussy even wetter. A tiny droplet of arousal rolled down my thighs and I closed my eyes in shame. His fingertips teased the entrance of my sex, then followed the trail of that same droplet, and I shivered with pleasure.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers away, and a moment later,his cock brushed against my left cheek.

Holy fuck.

Somehow, he seemed even bigger now. I went to shift my legs a bit closer together and he grabbed a hold of a handful of my right cheek. He dug his fingers into my scalded flesh, punishing me for my transgression.

He dragged his cock across the wetness between my thighs, and the sensation of the head of his cock stroking across my clit sent shivers down my spine.

And then he was pressing against my opening.

He pushed forward and I tensed, my body fighting the invasion of his far too big cock. He didn’t let up, though. Instead, he leaned forward and put his lips to my ear.

“Breathe, bad girl,” he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. “You can take me. I knew you can.”

Oh, god. It hurts.

The sensation was almost too much, but somehow, my pussy accepted him, stretching to accommodate the thick girth of his cock. My walls clamped around him, and he growled, a low animalistic sound, and the noise made me shiver, but still he continued his assault, inch by achingly slow inch until he was completely inside me.

For a moment, the two of us remained still, his cock throbbing and pulsing deep within me. Then he pulled his hips back, and I whimpered at the loss.

And then he thrust into me.

Hard.

I gasped, the burning stretch of his cock seemingly splitting me in two. It hurt, far more than I was prepared for, and I tried to breathe through it, but it was too much all at once.

He didn’t let me recover.

Instead, he thrust into me again, my own wetness paving the way forward for his massive cock. Then he began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth, driving himself deeper and deeper into me with each stroke.

My body struggled to accept him, and yet each stroke was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of pleasure and burningpain. Soon enough though, my tiny body accommodated to his size as much as it was able, and then the waves of pleasure grew stronger while the spikes of pain lessened.

With a growl, he drove himself forward, filling me up in one long, punishing stroke, and then his hips began to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

His thrusts were deep and forceful, his grip on the back of my neck never weakening as he used my body as hard as he wanted.

And as hard as I needed.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, the familiar wave of pleasure growing higher and higher with each punishing stroke of his cock.

He growled and grunted with each thrust, the sound of his pleasure only serving to heighten mine. My core squeezed tight, spiraling with delicious sensation. My fingers and my toes tingled with feeling as I arched my back, taking him deeper and deeper with every firm stroke.

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