Page 33 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

I’m rocking my hips as a storm brews inside me.

“Should I stop?”

“No, you’re just so big. But keep going.” I turn and kiss his mouth to reassure him and he groans. “Don’t stop,” I beg once more.

We move together, skin slapping. Melting into his touch, as he slowly rolls in and out of me from behind.

The ache turns into bliss and soon I’m near my climax. He kisses along my back and the discomfort is now pleasurable. I know he is desperate for his relief, but he’s holding back, waiting for me to come first.

“Oh.” The pressure builds like a brand new storm. My core clenches around his cock. He jerks but tries to keep the easy pace. His fingers dig harder into my flesh. His sweat drips over my back.

Then he growls in my ear, “You’re mine. You’re mine.” It turns into a chant.

And that is all I need and scream, “I’m coming!”

“You are so mine,” he growls in my ear, and his hands hold me still as he goes rigid. His cock throbs, shooting hot liquid inside me and the sensation speeds up my release and quickly my body tingles, my stomach tightens as the climax rips through me.

He continues holding me.

His hot pants float over my back as we stay in the same position, breathing deeply. His fingers thread through my hair and he pulls my face to the side to kiss me deeply.

“I love you.” His words are deep in my ear.

“I love you.” I always have. He believed in me where others never did.

It takes a while before he pulls out of me. I feel lost without him inside of me. He is like a drug that I quickly became addicted to.

He smears the cum covered crown of his cock over my clit and I gasp at the sensation. Reaching through my legs, I stroke his dick as he teases me.

“Greedy girl,” he groans in my ear. He’s hard again and continues to tease me for a moment. Then he thrusts back inside of me and we moan together. This time the climax is quick and hard.

We’re both panting when he pulls out of me, flipping me onto my back and laying on top of me, pushing my sweaty hair off my face and thrusts his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately.

The weight of his muscular chest presses against my breasts and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Never better.” I nod, clutching his shoulders.

“Are you ready to go home? Because you know this is no longer your home, right?”

“You want me to live with you?” This escalated pretty quickly.

His grin widens. “Baby, that’s just the start.”

Chapter 12

Scarlett

My phone rings and I flinch at my father’s name on the screen. Anton’s eyes meet mine as I answer.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Father’s voice booms through the speaker. “Cassandra sent me photos of you and Anton together. Have you lost your mind?”

I straighten my spine, gripping the phone tighter. “As she is in custody, you must have had the photos at least a day. What took you so long?”

“We’ve been busy.”

Always busy with everyone else. Even this takes him until he has nothing else more important to do before he acts upon it.

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