Page 3 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“I’m a needy little cumslut,” I managed, the words muffled and driving me higher.

“Good girl,” he said, moving his fingers faster against my clit. “Someone’s learning.”

My legs shot up into the air, spread wide. I arched my back and moaned out into his hand, my mind so fuzzy. Something about his degrading praise tipped me over the edge and pushed me into ecstasy.

It wasn’t like anything that I’d felt before. It was better than my vibrator.

Hector pulled his hand away from my face, allowing me to breathe. I sucked in a deep breath, my little pussy pounding at the mere feel of his hands on my body still. He looked down at my pussy and continued to make small circles between my pussy lips.

“Please,” I whispered, staring up at him and admiring how sinful he looked right now. This was wrong, so wrong. He was my father’s best friend, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d feel inside me. “I want you inside me, Hector. Please.”

Hector slipped his fingers down my folds and thrust two inside me.

I whimpered and squirmed on the bed, brows furrowed together. “Not like that.”

“How, Heather?”

He stared down at me, waiting for me to answer him, like I had always done online and over the phone. And while I was somewhat of a brat in real life, I had never begged for someone to put their cock inside me.

It sounded so wrong, so distasteful. And I was so nervous. So fucking nervous.

“How?” he repeated again, his voice stronger and more demanding.

“I want your dick inside my pussy,” I said.

He grunted against me, as if he had been wanting to hear those words for years now, then crawled on top of me and between my legs, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. “Next time I have you,” he said, pulling his fingers out and stuffing them into my mouth, “I’m going to tie you to this bed and refuse to let you leave all night.”

When he brushed the head of his cock against my entrance, I whimpered. My toes curled, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him down closer to me. He rubbed his cock between my pussy lips.

“Beg for it, Heather.”

“Please.”

He rubbed it against my clit.

“Oh God, please,” I pleaded. “Please, put it?—”

Before I could say another word, he thrust himself inside me, inch by inch. I curled my fingers into his shoulders and scrunched my brows together, a slight pain lingering in my core.

He shuddered against me. “You feel so fucking good.”

I whimpered and buried my head into the crook of his neck, hoping that he wouldn’t see the slight pain on my face. He felt so huge inside me, stretching out my walls and making me full with his cock—and hopefully his cum too.

His cum …

My pussy tightened around him, becoming wetter at the thought of him thrusting every inch of himself and every drop of his cum deep into me. Hector stilled in my pussy, then slowly pulled out.

“Your pussy is so tight, Heather,” he grunted. “It’s almost like you’re a virgin.”

Pressing my lips together, I decided not to answer him. Instead, I held on to him tightly and threw my head back, the pressure turning into pleasure and my tense body slowly relaxing in his arms. My brat had exited the room a long time ago, and I could do nothing, could say nothing, could think about nothing but him.

“More,” I whispered, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please.”

He rested his head against mine and placed his lips at the corner of my mouth, leaving a lingering kiss as he thrust into me again. Unable to stop myself, I shifted my head and kissed him on the mouth. The moment that our lips touched, pleasure shot through my body.

Our lips moved together, faster and with more need. I was desperate for him. Aching for him.

“More,” I mumbled into our kiss.

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