Page 12 of Claimed by my Bestie's Dad

“I’m about to make you want memore,” Ethan whispers back.

Then, he slides his hands under my sweatshirt so that his fingers are dancing across my skin. Ethan nibbles at my earlobe, and the sensation of his breath in my ear makes me shiver.

“Cold? I’ll warm you up soon.” Ethan suddenly reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. I feel exposed, standing in front of him in my bra. But he must realize how I feel. He quickly takes off his own shirt, and I get the chance to see his body for the first time.

He has a cluster of hairs growing from his chest. A few of them are gray, and they draw my hand like a magnet. I entangle my fingers in his chest hair, combing them through before Ethan does anythingelse.

“Like them?” he asks.

“Yes, I… I haven’t seen anything I don’t like about you yet.”

“I’m about to show you something you’ll like more.”

Ethan moves maddingly slowly as he reaches for the button on his jeans. My mouth goes dry as I watch him undo it and then slide the zipper down. He shoves his pants to the ground and steps out of them.

When he straightens up, I can see his member pressing against his boxers, straining to be free.

Ethan steps back toward me but doesn’t quite close the space. Automatically, my hand reaches out for him, but then, I stop myself just short. Should I…

“Go ahead,” Ethan urges. “Touch me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need for my hand to feel him through the fabric. He’s saluting me at full mast, and knowing he’s hard because he wantsmemakes it impossible to think straight.

I slowly run my hand down the length of him. “Maybe if you…take your underwear off?” I feel shy to suggest this. What am I doing, trying to take the lead here? I don’t know what I’m doing in comparison to Ethan, but he’s already happily obliging.

He pulls his boxers down, and his erection springs free. He grabs his balls, then runs his hand up his erection once before offering it to me.

I grab him and slowly move my hand up and down, feeling the heat coming from his dick. When I glance up to see his face, he’s watching me.

I look away, not able to make eye contact while I explore him. I let go, but Ethan doesn’t give me a chance to apologize for feeling weird.

“Now, you’re going to let me pleasure you,” he says,reaching for my jeans. I let him undo my jeans, and then I slide them down.

Ethan doesn’t need any help with my panties, sliding them down quickly before grabbing me around the hips and placing me on my bed. He spreads my legs, squeezing my thighs gently.

I think he’s going to put himself inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he bends forward and starts biting and nibbling at my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy.

This is impossible to deal with without closing my eyes and groaning. I stop feeling self-conscious and just let him explore me, spreading my legs as wide as I can to show him that he has full access.

“Oh, God,” I start to groan as his tongue reaches my pussy. He goes to my clit and swirls his tongue around it. “Ethan!” I start to complain.

“Is that a stop?” He pulls back from me.

I reach for his head and push him back toward me. “No, that’s a keep going!”

Ethan grins before getting back to work on me. He slowly runs one of his fingers through my folds while his tongue continues to circle my clit. Waves of pleasure work through me as Ethan inserts first one finger, then another.

“Please, please, please, I want your dick in me,” I beg.

“Notyet,” Ethan says. “I want to make sure you enjoy this first.”

Then, he switches positions, and his tongue licks its way inside me while his thumb presses into my clit. I’m no longer able to hold back.

“Ethan, I’m going to come.”

“Do it. Come.”

“But you’re?—”

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