Page 53 of My Best Friend's Dad

He chuckled darkly, and his finger stroked my clit in slow circles.

No.

There was no way I could come again.

Not so soon.

He ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he freed his cock and climbed right over me.

I whimpered as the tip nudged against my entrance. Without warning, he surged inside me, burying himself to the hilt. Imoaned, arching my back as he stretched and filled me. He didn’t move, his cock pulsing inside me, and I squeezed around him.

He groaned, and then his mouth captured mine in a searing kiss.

Then he started to fuck me.

Reallyfuckme.

His thrusts were hard and deep and powerful. His pelvis smashed into mine and his balls slapped against my ass, making a wet, sloppy sound, but I paid it no mind.

Instead, my body somehow sprinted toward the edge of climax once again.

This man was going to ruin me.

He didn’t slow down, his movements picking up speed, until he was pounding in and out of me. His body rocked and rolled with each thrust and soon enough, I was rolling with him, meeting him move for move.

I was far too sensitive, but that didn’t matter.

I came anyway.

Red-hot ecstasy coursed through me, crashing into me in wave after wave of endless bliss. Blackness edged at the corners of my vision as my pleasure rocketed up into the clouds.

I shattered into a billion little pieces. It felt like my entire being had been ripped apart, and there was no coming back from this.

Nothing could ever be the same.

I didn’t even know what that meant, but I could feel it all the way down to the marrow of my bones, in the depths of my soul.

He groaned, his cock pulsing inside of me before he pulled free from me and came all over my breasts. His warm seed pelted my sensitive flesh and the final throes of my orgasm burned through me like wildfire. Finally, the last wave of pleasure receded, and I gasped, my breathing ragged, every inch of my body quivering with unending sensation.

Then my eyes fluttered shut and the world went black.

CHAPTER 13

Vincenzo

Jenna slept away most of the afternoon and I decided to let her. I’d been pretty rough with her, but she’d come so hard for me because of it.

In fact, I could still taste her arousal on my tongue. That sweet little pussy of hers was the most delicious thing I’d ever put in my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

She needed her rest, though, and I would give her that.

I was down in the kitchen when I heard the sound of her bare feet padding along the carpet runner. I turned, seeing that she was wearing the pretty light blue sundress again.

She looked ravishing. I liked her in it. Her eyes were bright, and she was put together like nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. Not a single hair on her head was out of place.

Who would have thought she was writhing under my tongue and coming for me over and over again until she was sobbing for mercy just a few hours ago.

I smiled at the thought.

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