Page 17 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

He doesn’t.

I cry out as my pussy clamps around his fingers.

“That’s it angel.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, tasting me, devouring my orgasm as my stomach contracts with pulse after pulse.

Mere seconds go by before he drags my soaked panties down my legs and pulls me closer. His belt clatters on the tiled floor and he quickly unzips his trousers, pushing them over his thighs.

“I want you,” he whispers. “Do you want me?”

“I want you,” I breathe.

“Spread your legs. I want to see what is mine.”

He holds my thighs as I open my legs further. He stares at my glistening pussy, eyes lingering a little too long, and I try to pressmy legs together. Not sure why when his tongue and fingers have just been inside me.

“You’re beautiful Scarlett, you’re my angel, aren’t you?”

“If you’re my devil.”

“I’ll always be yours.”

I’m still coming down from my climax when my gaze locks onto his hand, watching as he strokes his thick, veiny cock. It’s larger than I ever expected a cock to be. I’ve seen them in the pornos I’ve watched, but Anton’s hard, throbbing dick makes those men look like they’re not really turned on.

“I’ll be gentle...the first time,” he says ominously. “Luckily, you’re nice and wet.”

He presses the massive head of his cock against my opening and I look down at where our flesh joins. “Will it fit?” I ask, feeling the stretch of my skin.

He smiles as he pulls me across the kitchen marble island to him. My slick body glides across with ease. He kisses me hard on my mouth as he rocks slowly into my pussy, slowly filling me up, inch by inch, gasp by gasp, tongue stroking over tongue.

I should tell him to use a condom and I’m about to open my mouth, but nothing comes out but a whimper as he presses deeper inside of me. He’s taking me bare, and I’m not on birth control. I wanted to get pregnant before today, and if anyone was going to do it, it’s him.

I whimper when he pulls away.

He smiles as he looks at me, making small thrusts into me. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you. I won’t ever hurt you.”

Then he pushes. I feel a pop and my entire body tenses—as does his, along with a groan. He kisses me hard. His tongue presses against my lips and my body relaxes, opening for him. Anton starts to move into me in slow, long thrusts.

“That’s it baby, you’re taking me like you own me,” he groans. My insides flutter at his words.

He thrusts into me a little harder, gripping my hips as he works himself until he is fully inside me, and he stops and smiles when he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck, you are the object of all my darkest, dirtiest fantasies. Tell me I’m yours too.”

“You know you are.” My voice is a whisper.

Anton knew all along. He was the one who consoled me when I was upset at my parents missing my school prom. They were not there to wave me off, because they had an audition to attend for my little sisters.

Anton was the one who took their place. The one who growled at my date, telling him to not lay a finger on me.

I would never let anyone touch me but him.

I couldn’t.

“I’m going to come inside you.” His hands grip my hips tighter as he thrusts harder, working his way in and out of me.

“I might get pregnant,” I whimper.

“I know,” he says. His finger presses against my clit and I spiral again that he wants me to have his baby.

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