Page 39 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my words.

“Thank you!” I cried, wave after wave still crashing through me.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips. “That’s one.” He stepped away from me again and undid his belt buckle, sliding it off his hips and dropping it onto the ground. “How many more do you think you’ve earned tonight?”

My eyes rolled back. “A-a-all of them.”

He chuckled and unzipped his pants. I lifted my hazy gaze to watch him slide off his pants and briefs, his huge cock springing out of them. I tightened around the dildo, the pressure building up inside me again.

Instead of wrapping his hand around himself like he had done yesterday, he walked over to the bed again. I stared down at his hard dick, nipples aching and pussy pulsing at the thought of him slamming it into me over and over again.

“Imagine how good I’ll feel inside of your tight pussy,” he said, crawling onto the bed.

I tightened.

“Pounding into you …”

I bit my lip hard and tried desperately to pull my gaze away from his dick, but I couldn’t.

“Filling you to the brim with my cum all night …”

“Please,” I begged. “Please, give it to me! I’ve been a good girl!”

“Patience.”

When he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it from base to tip, I lost it and came hard on the dildo for a second time.

“T-thank y-you, S-S-Sir!” I cried, body trembling uncontrollably. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir.”

In the midst of my orgasm, he laced a hand through my hair and gently guided my head forward, bending me at the hip. Eagerly, I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked on him hungrily, bobbing my head back and forth as best as I could from this position.

He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and pushed himself into me as deep as he could, until my lips met his groin. Instead of pulling back, I stared up at him through hazy eyes, the pressure building up inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock like that.”

I sucked harder on him, loving the feeling of being full in two holes.

“A hungry slut …”

I squeezed my eyes shut, about to come for a third time.

He clicked his tongue.

“What would your father think if he knew how much of a hungry slut you were for me?”

I moaned out around his dick, eyes rolling back into my head. “Thank you for letting me come, Sir. Thank you for letting me come. Thank you for letting me come,” I said, the tears building in my eyes from the pure intensity of the third orgasm in a row. “Thank you.”

He lifted my head and set me back into a half kneel.

“You’re doing so good,” Hector praised, taking my nipples between his fingers.

When he tugged on them, I threw my head back and came again. Almost instantly.

“Oh my God!” I cried. “T-t-thank you, S-S-Sir.”

“Do you see what you get when you’re good for me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

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