Page 21 of My Best Friend's Dad

The taste of him was salty and sweet, and the scent of his musk filled my nostrils, so masculine and smoky and somehow smelling of vanilla, leather, and cinnamon.

It was intoxicating.

I didn’t want it to end.

My whole world narrowed down to the feel of his cock sliding between my lips. The only thing that mattered was pleasing him. I suckled around his cock as best as I could, but it was difficult. I tried to circle my tongue around the shaft, which elicited the most delicious groan to escape his lips, and I did it again.

But as I did so, Vincenzo gripped my hair even harder and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless fervor.

I was completely at his mercy.

The thought sent a thrill of arousal through me, and I could feel my pussy clench. I slipped my fingers across my thigh, and he practically snarled when he noticed.

“Don’t you dare think about touching yourself. You haven’t earned an orgasm yet,” he declared, and I quickly snatched my hand away, ashamed of being caught.

He punished my throat harder, thrusting into my mouth and owning it completely.

I had no idea how long he fucked my face, but it was a good while. It could have been hours. Time had ceased to matter.

All that existed was the taste of his cock and the scent of his musk.

Soon enough, my jaw began to hurt. My cheeks were beyond sore, and it was all I could do to survive this face fucking the best I could.

Just as I was starting to get used to the rhythm, he gripped my head tighter, holding it still.

“Swallow, bad girl. Swallow every last drop,” he commanded. I gagged, afraid of what was to come, but he held me still. His fist clutched at my hair, keeping my head in place as he fucked me harder, faster, until at long last I felt his cock twitch on my tongue.

With a low, guttural groan, he exploded down the back of my throat. The sensation of his cock pulsing against my tongue was intoxicating. The taste of him was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was salty, sweet, and so, so delicious.

I couldn’t get enough of it.

Surprised at myself, I swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop. When I had taken it all, he groaned and looked down at me.

“You look so beautiful with my cock in that pretty mouth,” he murmured, and I blushed hard, heat blazing up from my chest all the way to my cheeks. Slowly, he pulled his cock free from my lips.

He reached down, wiping a stray bit of his seed off my lower lip. Before I could react, he smeared his finger across the pad of my tongue.

“Clean me off, bad girl,” he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, licking his fingers clean.

Then he gripped my hair in his fist and pulled me up. I cried out as pain blossomed across the back of my skull.

He shoved his other hand down the front of my shorts. I let out a soft moan as his fingertips grazed my wet folds. He grunted with approval and pulled me against him so that my breasts were flush against his chest.

His mouth grazed my earlobe and I shivered with arousal.

“No matter how much you protest, naughty girl, you’re soaking wet.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but I failed. He plunged his finger into my pussy, and the sensation was electric. He growled, a primal, guttural sound, and then he pushed another digit inside me.

I cried out as he slowly pressed his fingers into me, over and over again, driving me crazy with want. It wasn’t fast enough to make me come, but it pushed me closer and closer to the edge, enough to drive me insane. Without meaning to, I started to grind myself on his fingers.

He chuckled, a low and dangerous sound.

“Not yet, bad girl. You’re being punished,” he whispered.

CHAPTER 6

Jenna

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