Page 32 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“But we’ll talk later,” he growls in my ear as his erection presses into my stomach. The sound of his need makes my legs tremble.

My breath is quick, almost waiting for the first slap. Not sure if it is anticipation or fear that courses through my veins.

But this is Anton, and I trust him.

“I love you,” he says.

I’m about to respond but...

Smack!

“Ugh,” I grumble,

He rubs firm circles around my ass. Squeezing at where I know there is a red mark.

Smack!

The first strike was a warning, because this time I let out a shriek. His hand presses against where he slapped. “Sorry baby.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.

Smack!

“Good.”

Then why did he do it again?

Smack!

This time, his palm hits the opposite cheek. He strokes his hands over both cheeks. “Are you going to run away from me again?”

I can’t answer immediately.

Smack!

“No.” Tears brim my eyes.

“Promise,” he says, and I brace myself.

“Yes, I promise.”

His hand doesn’t slap me this time, but his finger strokes the wetness between my thighs. My heart races, and my nipples are hard because I know he wants to fuck me. I want it too. My body is vibrating with desire.

“On your hands and knees.” he picks me up and places me on the bed. There’s the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling and soon his thumbs are on either side of my pussy and opening me wide. Licking inside me, humming as he laps up the wetness he caused.

And I’m about to beg him not to stop when one hand braces my hip as he presses behind me. His cock slides from my clit to my ass. His free hand reaches to my clit, rubbing it in circles.

There’s another stroke of his cock against my flesh, and then he buries himself deep inside me.

“Oh, my...” I gasp.

“You okay?” He stills, and I squeeze my eyes shut against the deep throb.

“Yes.” Finally, I adjust and move. Anton does too and soon the deep throb turns to desire and I meet every thrust, taking everything he gives me.

The thrusts and noises from him are animalistic. Anton is grunting behind me, nearly tearing me apart as he drives long, hard thrusts into me. It is like he has an urgent need to go deeper.

His moans are dirty and gruff. “Do you want me to come inside you? Tell me you want me?”

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