Page 72 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

And with that, I discreetly followed Hector into the back hallway. A door opened down the hallway, and Hector slipped into it. I followed. Once inside, the door closed softly behind us, and we were finally alone.

CHAPTERFORTY

HEATHER

Hector pressedme against the door, peppering kisses up and down the column of my throat, the faintest tinge of alcohol on his breath. With his body flush against mine from behind, he ground his huge bulge against my ass.

I pressed my fingers into the door and moaned softly. “Hector, don’t stop.”

“I can’t stop thinking about what you did when your father came to my place the other night,” he murmured into my ear, shoving two of his fingers between my pussy lips and onto my clit. “I have been so hard for you all day.”

Another whimper left my mouth, and suddenly, he turned me around so my back was pressed against the door. Then, this man dropped to his knees, put my legs on his shoulders, and lifted me so his mouth was between my legs and I was in the air.

Eyes rolling back, I gripped a fistful of his hair and yanked him closer to me, unable to hold back my moans. He moved his fingers in quick circles around my clit.

Except it wasn’t half-assed, like how most guys ate pussy. Hector was hungry.

So, I decided to play with him.

I tugged harder on his hair. “Good boy.”

He pulled away and smacked my clit hard. “You know better.”

After a moment, he returned to eating my pussy, his dark and angry gaze on me. My lips curled into a smirk, and I let my legs rest easily on his shoulders as I pulled him even closer to me.

“Be a good boy and eat.”

Really, I just didn’t think I would be able to last much longer.

Hector pulled himself away from me, dropped me back on the ground facing away from him, and yanked off his tie. After wrapping it around my mouth like a gag, he tightened it and bent me at the hips.

Instead of thrusting his cock deep into my pussy, he slapped my clit. “I try to reward you, and you have to be a brat.” Another slap, and there was nothing soft about it. It was hard and stung, made to hurt.

“You should’ve kept—” I began, words muffled.

“You should keep that pretty little mouth shut,” he growled, slapping my pussy again. “It’s not like anything coherent can come out of it now anyway with all that spit rolling down your chin.” He rubbed it in, ruining my lipstick. “Think about your next words carefully, brat.”

“Your punishments are?—”

Before I could finish my muffled sentence, footsteps shuffled down the hallway. I smacked my lips closed, in case it was Dad, and stared up at Hector. He captured my pussy lips between his forefinger and his thumb, squeezing it slightly, then slapping my swollen clit with his other hand.

I yelped and then placed a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.

“Stop pressuring her so much,” Mom said to someone in the hall. “She’s your daughter.”

“I haven’t pressured her to do anything,” Dad responded.

Inside the room, Hector slapped my clit even harder. I banged my head against the door and bit my lip to hold back a groan. My clit was so sensitive now, and all I wanted was for him to plunge his huge cock deep into my pussy.

“Heather is going to work under me once she finishes school,” Dad said.

“Did she tell you that’s what she wanted?” Mom argued.

Hector smacked my clit again, his mouth on my ear. “You’re mine,” he hissed. “Say it.”

I pressed my lips together, fearful that I’d moan if I opened my mouth.

“Jacob, you stress her out too much,” Mom said.

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