Page 74 of My Best Friend's Dad

Slowly, he worked his finger inside me, stretching the tiny opening. My breath caught in my throat as the burn intensified and then began to ebb, and I gripped the sheets tightly, my knuckles turning white.

My mind raced as he worked his finger in and out, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He added more lube, the cold liquid making me gasp, and then slid a second finger inside me. I clenched down again, and the pain intensified for several long seconds before my core spiraled tight.

I knew what he was doing. He was working me open, getting me ready for his cock.

Oh, my fuck.

His cock.

The idea made my pussy clamp down hard, and a wave of pleasure rolled through me. His fingers pumped into me, in and out and I gasped.

I didn’twantto like it.

Ididn’t.

And yet, there was no denying the desire burning in my veins, the way my pussy clenched and throbbed with need the longer he fingered my bottom and I hated that.

As if reading my mind, he leaned down and whispered, his breath hot on my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

“If you want to come, baby girl, you’re going to have to beg for it.”

My body trembled, the desire overwhelming. He added a third finger, the burning stretch making me whimper and my core clench tight. I keened as he pumped his thick digits in and out of me, opening me despite everything I was doing to try to fight against it, then he pulled them out and slapped my ass hard.

“That tight little ass is ready for my cock, isn’t it?”

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

“No,” he replied simply.

I heard him unzip his pants, and my heart pounded in my chest. His hand caressed my sore ass, and I moaned softly, my body humming with need. I didn’t need to look back to know what was happening.

He was freeing his cock.

He climbed over me, and I felt his fingers at the nape of my neck, his skin warm against mine. His other hand spread my bottom cheeks and I tried to clench them together, but the head of his cock brushed against my well-lubed hole, and I tensed.

“Relax, baby girl. The harder you fight me, the more this is going to hurt.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force myself to calm down. It was just a cock, right?

Just a cock that wasa lot biggerthan his fingers had been.

Just a cock that was about to goin my ass.

His cock pressed against my asshole, and I sucked in a breath. I tried to relax, but it was nearly impossible, and my body fought him anyway. The burning, stretching ache returned, the intensity so much stronger than before.

Vincenzo was slow and careful, pushing into me with measured pressure, his body draped over mine, his lips close to my ear.

“That’s my good girl. Look at that tight little hole swallowing me up.”

My breathing hitched as the stretching ache became more than a simple sensation, and the searing pain took hold.

The fullness was unbelievable, the pressure so much more intense than I thought it would be.

Vincenzo pressed deeper, the pain increasing, and I let out a soft wail.

I didn’t know how much more I could take.

But, somehow, my body gave in, and I took every last inch of his cock like I had been made for it.

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