Page 14 of Voyage with Dad's Best Friend
He chuckles as he presses a hand on my tummy. “Easy, baby. I’m getting there.”
And then he thrusts his tongue into me and swirls the tip against along my walls. Tension builds up in my belly. I grab his firm thighs while writhing and moaning.
“I’m gonna come again, Dan.”
“Go ahead, Elle. And look at me when you come,” he says, pushing his tongue deeper into me, and cupping my breast using his free hand. “I want to see how much you like this.”
I do as he says, locking my eyes onto his, while I anticipate the storm that’s making its way to my core. I tense when I feel its arrival, and I close my eyes. Dan gives my nipple a rough tug as his tongue presses against my sensitive core. My eyes fly open, and I yelp as an electric wave zips through my center.
“Wow,” I whisper with a smile. “I never thought I could come so many times in a day. Four times! That’s record-breaking.”
“Four times?” He frowns as he puts my legs down on the bed. “Twice on the deck, and once now, that makes it three.”
“I…err,” I stutter to confess. “I touched myself in my cabin once before lunch, after you…kissed me the first time.”
“Holy cow, Elle,” he says, shaking his head. “I didn’t know you at all.”
Oh no. I repulse him. “Do you think I’m a… bad girl?” I ask in a shaky voice.
“Yes, you are,” he says in a husky voice. “But I like it, and I want to see you doing it again. Touch yourself for me, now!”
I tremble at the urgency of his command, and I touch my breast with one hand while stroking my gash with the other.
He watches me for just a second, and his eyes turn stormy. He growls like a hungry beast. “Stop. I will take you now, Elle.”
I stop right away because I’m on the verge of coming again, just knowing how much he’s turned on by me. His shorts have turned into a king-sized tent. “Please, Dan. I can’t wait a minute longer.”
His breath hitches, but he doesn’t make his move yet. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks me. “Once you lose your cherry, it won’t come back.”
“I am, Dan,” I say. “I want to lose it to you!”
His eyes darken. “Why?”
“Because I like you.”
He sucks in a breath and his tent grows even larger. “But why, Elle? Don’t you notice our age difference?”
I’m taken aback by the question. “I do, and maybe that’s why I want you. I don’t know exactly why, but I’m attracted to you. My body acts weird when I’m close to you, Dan, and it doesn’t when I’m with other guys. You make me feel safe and protected. I just feel that I…I belong to you, I want to be in your powerful arms forever, and I want you to be inside me...” I stop abruptly as I realize how shameless I am. I’m begging him to take me.
“Jesus! Elle! That’s the sweetest speech anyone has ever given me.” He growls as he whips off his shirt, and once again reveals his corded muscles to me. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
“You’re beautiful, Dan,” I say, my hands itching to touch him.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says as his eyes roam over my body with lust. “But I’m not half as beautiful as you’re.”
He unzips his shorts and yanks them down. The bulge makes me gasp. It’s huge.
As he tugs down his briefs, his erection springs free. I gape. I thought it was huge earlier. Little did I know!
This is a monster cock. I’ve read about it so much in books, and I thought the authors were exaggerating. But now I’m witnessing it with my own eyes. Dan’s manhood has to be at least ten inches long and as thick as a beer bottle. Not only the size is impressive, but the look as well. It’s really a work of art. The mushroom head is red and shiny, and the stalk is etched with intricate veins. A large purple vein runs through the shaft from base to neck. His balls hang at the base like fully blown water balloons.
“Do you like what you see, Elle?” Dan rasps while gazing at me with intense eyes.
I nod, shivering as I imagine the fullness when his thick column of muscle penetrates my virgin barrier. “I do, a lot.”
I get up slowly and walk toward him on my knees. Peering up at him, I lean toward him and caress his balloons. He swallows. “Fuck. Elle.”
A drop of dew forms on the tip of his stalk. I lick it first, and then I run my tongue across and nudge it at its slit, making him groan. “You should stop,” he says, but it doesn’t sound like an order.
