Page 16 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

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I nod again.

“And mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

Oh my God. This is Anton, my long-time crush, telling me how much he wants me. "I'm yours."

“Good girl, now lean back on your elbows,” he says, helping me lean back on the kitchen island. His thumb grazes against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through my center. My eyes lock onto his as he presses and strokes a little harder.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, looking into my eyes.

I nod and it’s only then I realize I’m chewing on my lip.

He lowers until his head is between my thighs. My heart is racing at the thought of where he is. My breathing comes hard and fast.

He stares between my spread legs, rubbing his nose along my panties and inhaling. “Beautiful.”

A half whimper escapes when he drags his tongue along the same place.

He stops for a moment; he has one hand on my thigh as the other strokes over my panties and it is as though he is conflicted or mesmerized.

Or not so conflicted, because I gasp as the tip of his warm tongue licks over the bit of lace covering my pussy, stopping on my clit.

My fingernails scrape across the marble top of his kitchen island.

I moan, and he presses a smile against my sex. My breathing stutters again as his finger hooks around the lace, and again when he pulls it aside, blowing warm air over my clit.

“Oh my God,” I whimper.

“Just Anton, angel. God would never make this feel as good as I’m going to make it feel.” And then he licks along the seam of my pussy. Slowly at first, over and over, humming as he tastes me.

And I’m whimpering with him.

The hand on my thigh moves until his hands are on either side of my slit. His thumbs press against the sides, spreading me wide open to him. “So ripe, so puffy, so mine,” he growls.

And like he knows I’m going to collapse, he stands, and he helps me lower until my forearms anchor me on the island. Dropping to his knees again, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and kisses the inside of my knee, up my thigh. My legs shake uncontrollably as he gets higher. Just knowing he is going to kiss me intimately in the place I’ve never been kissed before today.

I gasp as he presses his tongue inside of me, sliding in and out.

He’s gone from teasing me to fucking me with his tongue. And I love it. But I don’t think I can stop my climax from building again.

“Anton...”

I can’t speak anymore as he wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me still as he thrusts into me with his tongue. Again and again and I can’t hold it back.

A rumble escapes from his throat as his eyes lock onto mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I nod. “I am.”

He smiles and lowers his face again, licking my clit, then sucking it into his mouth as he eases a finger inside me. It’s big and thick, and I groan as he slides it out of me. He adds another finger. I cry out as my body lifts off the island.

“Sorry angel, but we need you to be ready to take my cock,” he says, pulling his fingers out and lapping his hot tongue over my swollen pussy.

“It’s good,” I say.

My moans return. He eases his fingers back inside me, pumping slowly as his tongue sucks at my clit.

My moans are now filled with ecstasy, the building of my climax peaks as I cry out, “It’s so good—Don’t stop!”

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