Page 30 of My Best Friend's Dad

With each movement, I was reminded of my sore bottom and that only served to make my pussy clench harder. The tip of his cock sank into me so deeply that it grazed a spot inside that made my world splinter in two every time he pushed into me.

“Sir!” I cried out.

I was close. So very close, and my core squeezed tight. My inner walls clenched around his shaft, and he moaned, his pleasure fueling my own.

“That’s it, naughty girl. You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you? I can feel your delicious little pussy squeeze me. Go on. Come for me,” he goaded.

His filthy words struck a chord deep within me and then I lost all semblance of control.

I shattered.

The wave of ecstasy crested and crashed, consuming me with its intense pleasure. I screamed as I came, and he didn’t let up. If anything, his movements became even more frantic, and his strokes even harder and deeper.

White-hot pleasure burned through my veins, savage and brutal and everything I could have ever wanted. My toes curled and my fingers dug into the surface of the desk as my orgasm crested higher and higher, way up into the clouds where I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right any longer.

I screamed again as another wave pulsed through me. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, making each thrust seem even harder and that made my release spiral.

I couldn’t get enough.

When my climax finally began to reach its peak, my eyes rolled back in my head and my body slumped downward, pressing against the desk. With a sigh, I allowed my upper body to rest, but I slowly realized something else.

Vincenzo hadn’t slowed down.

Not even a little bit.

I whimpered and then he reached for me, his hand gripping my hair. He pulled me back, forcing me to arch my spine and stick my ass back up, which only served to press his cock even deeper into me with every last thrust.

This wasn’t just sex, like I’d had with Dane so very long ago.

This was afucking.

His body, his cock, his possession, and he was claiming me in a way I hadn’t thought was possible.

He used my body hard, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I did. The throes of another release waited in the wings. I was going to come a third time. There was no doubt in my mind.

It was going to be the hardest one of all.

I swallowed hard. I’d never feared an orgasm before, let alone come this many times in one day. My body was over-sensitized, and there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming, what was undoubtedly inevitable.

So I didn’t even try.

Vincenzo kept fucking me, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. I could feel him pulse within me and his cock throbbed, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Or at least I hoped it wouldn’t be.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

As his thrusts began to grow sloppy and frenzied, I knew he was close. He was losing control and that realization made my pussy clench tighter than it had been before. He groaned, the sound so guttural and sexy that I nearly came right then and there.

I could hear the slap of his hips against my bare ass. Could still feel the sting of his belt marking me, and his fingers tangled in my hair, and the pressure began to build once again, my own release threatening to swallow me whole.

Then he pulled out and came all over my ass. His cock twitched and spasmed, painting my cheeks with his seed.

He came all over me and the humiliation of that fact sent me spiraling into oblivion, the intensity of it far stronger than I had been expecting. I could feel his cum dripping between my bottom cheeks and I blushed so hard it felt like my face had caught flame.

“You’re going to come once more for me, just like a bad girl needs to, with my finger in your tight little ass,” he warned.

I stilled.

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