Page 19 of My Best Friend's Dad

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, stepping closer to him. “But you like that about me, don’t you?”

His upper lip rolled for the slightest of seconds before he yanked my head back again.

“I’ve made a decision. This argument is over. I’m going to deal with you like the bad girl you are,” he growled. I shivered at his words, a mix of anticipation and fear swirling inside me.His gaze bore into mine and I licked my lips. He watched the tip of my tongue so closely that my face burned.

I wanted to ask him what he was going to do to me, but I didn’t get the chance. Instead, his other hand pressed down on my shoulder, and he forced me down to my knees. I landed with a huff, but he fisted my hair harder with a definitive growl and I shivered with anticipation. I couldn’t help but glance down at the tented bulge in his pants.

Granted, I’d looked at him before, but it was certainly the first time I was this close to his dick while also staring right at it.

Honestly, it was beyond sobering.

I could tell that he had a cock the size of a small battering ram, the kind of cock that would hurt to take no matter how many times you took it.

My mouth watered and my pussy clenched, and a rush of arousal pooled in my core. I bit my lip, trying to steady my nerves, but I could already feel myself getting wet.

This wasn’t good.

Not that I wasn’t wet before, but I was really wet now.

“What are you doing to me, Jenna?” Vincenzo muttered under his breath, as if the words were more for him than for me.

Before I could reply, he reached down to unbuckle his belt. Slowly, he pulled the leather strap through the buckle, the metal clinking as he did so. My breath stuck in the back of my throat as he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, dragging it down so slowly that the sound filled the room, bit by increasingly torturous bit.

I looked up at him, noticing that his green eyes were nearly imperceptible, his pupils blown all the way out.

With a nervous swallow, I glanced back down to the sight of him freeing his cock.

Holy fuck.

It was huge.

Like, porn star huge.

The kind of cock that was made for fucking.

And, judging by the look in his eyes, the kind of cock that was made for punishment.

I shifted back and forth on my knees, the hard floor beneath them unforgiving. Noticing my discomfort, he reached to the side, pulled a blanket off one of the shelves and tossed it down on the floor in front of me.

Hesitantly, I moved on top of the soft quilt and breathed a sigh of relief at the feel of it under my knees.

Then I glanced back up at his cock. There was no getting used to it. It was too big.

“Are you scared yet?” Vincenzo asked, his voice low and thick.

I swallowed and nodded.

“Good.” He stroked himself, right there in front of me.

His cock was even bigger than it had looked a moment ago, the girth of it intimidating, the length of it even more so. But it was the drop of pre-cum beading at the head that held my gaze, that made my heart pound.

It made me yearn to take him in my mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded.

I shook my head. This was getting too real, too fast. With his free hand, he gripped my jaw and pressed his thumb into a pressure point at the back of it. The sudden pain was enough for him to force my jaw open. When my lips finally parted, my tongue flicked out to lick the seam of them.

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