Page 93 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

I whined some more in hopes to get his attention, but he sat on the couch across from me, sipping on a coffee mug and scrolling on his phone. By the way his cock bulged in his pants, Iknewthat he was enjoying every moment of this.

“Hector,” I whimpered, more spit drooling all over my tits. “Please …”

Light flooded in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, soft snow drifting down from the gray sky. Tears welled up in my eyes because I didn’t know if I could take any more orgasms this morning. I had completely lost count of how many it had been so far.

Finally, he set his phone down, took one last sip from his mug, and walked over to me.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he murmured, swiping his thumb across my cheek to wipe away a couple of tears. He moved his hand down to grip my chin and tilted it up by a few centimeters. “Look at you.”

When he finally unbuckled the ball gag from around my head, he shoved four fingers into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on them and stared up at him through teary eyes, another orgasm ripping through me.

“There you go,” he murmured. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” I sputtered around his fingers. “So good!”

“Have you enjoyed your Christmas present?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Please, I don’t think I can handle another?—”

He tapped a button on the saddle, and it began vibrating even faster.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, my eyes rolling back into my head. As my legs shook my entire body, the bells on my nipple clamps rang over the soft Christmas music that Hector had playing throughout the penthouse. “Fuuuuuck!”

After letting me ride out another orgasm for a few more minutes, he finally crouched in front of me. Once he stopped the saddle, I fell forward into him and whimpered out in defeat. Hector scooped me up into his arms, walked over to the couch, and deposited me on the cushions. I lay back and took a deep breath, expecting him to release the tinsel binds.

But instead, he crawled between my legs and kissed down my thighs.

“Hector, I-I can’t take any more,” I whispered.

“Yes, you can.” He hovered his mouth over my cunt. “My girl can take more.”

Warmth spread through my core from him merely calling mehis girl, and I spread my legs a couple of inches wider. Hector fastened his mouth between my pussy lips and sucked my clit between his lips.

I arched my back hard and dug my heels into the couch cushion, trying to push myself backward because my clit was so swollen. But as he swiped his tongue across it, I screamed out in pleasure.

“Fuck, Hector,” I moaned. “Don’t stop!”

“You’re being such a good girl for me this morning,” he purred.

Which, not going to lie, kinda pissed me off because I didn’t like being a good girl.

So, I smacked my lips closed and pushed my heels back into the couch to scooch away from him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, laid his hands flat on my stomach, and secured me to the couch so I couldn’t move.

“Don’t start now,” he warned.

“You’re not going to?—”

“If you say one more word, I’m going to strap you back onto the saddle and will leave you there until dinner,” he threatened. “Five more hours of constant coming, and your pussy will be too sore to move. So, choose your next words carefully,brat.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything stupid and stared down at him, feeling his warm breath against my cunt. He stared up at me through those hard, dark eyes, warning me to keep quiet.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

It took everything in me to say those words instead of something bratty, but I couldn’t be fastened to that vibrating death trap anymore today. My pussy was so sore that I could barely move myself now.

A smile traveled across his lips, and I let him have this small victory. He let a wad of spit drip down onto my clit, but instead of rubbing it in with his fingers, he crawled up the couch until the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

My pussy tightened, and I curled my toes. He shoved himself into me until every last inch was inside my cunt. Then, he stilled, balls deep. I clenched and unclenched around him, just the way I knew he liked until he finally groaned and pulled out.

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