Page 12 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
“Are you okay?” he asks me, chuckling softly.
“Yes, I’m sorry. No one has done this to me before,” I whisper.
“Good,’ he says. “That makes two of us. I’ve never done it to anyone else.”
I smile. “Really? You must be kidding.”
“Not kidding,” he says and licks me again, stroking my pussy lips with his soft tongue and pressing my clit.
My whole body is on fire as if he’s turned on a switch of a furnace hidden inside me.
My breasts swell and I cup them with both hands.
David growls as he continues to eat me out. Each time he touches me, I get more juice coming out of my core.
“Fuck,” he pauses and says. “You’re so fertile. It’s impossible to lap up everything you’ve got.”
I giggle. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says. And then he sucks my clit into his lips and swirls his tongue around it. At the same time, he pushes two fingers into my wet channel.
“Oh Lord, David,” I gasp. “It feels good. I’m gonna come.”
David doesn’t speak, but curls his fingers to massage my walls. It’s just what I need because I’m all aching inside.
After making me writhe like a madwoman on the bench for a good five minutes, he straightens his finger and thrusts them deeper.
I cry out again, willing him to keep going, but he stops abruptly. “You’re a virgin, sweetheart.”
I stutter. “Yes, I… am.”
“Shit.” He pulls out his fingers. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“What?” I cry out. “You can’t stop it now. You have to finish it, please.”
“I will,” he says and presses his thumb onto my clit.
“Ah,” I let out a piercing cry, not caring whether anyone could hear, as a violent storm surges inside me.
David is panting as if trying hard to control himself. He licks my thighs and his hand clean.
And then he puts on my shorts for me, sits down and pulls me back to his lap. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
“You have?” I ask.
“Yes, sweetie. I’ve wanted you since you turned sixteen.”
I blink. What he says doesn’t make sense to me. He was never interested in me although I caught him gazing at me a few times when he was in my house. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” he says. “I had a hard time taking my eyes off you ever since you got your curves.”
“I guess you do have the answer to your mom’s question,” I tease him. “Men like curvy women.”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t care for any other curvy woman.”
“Are you saying I’m the only one you’ve ever liked?”
“Yes,” he says.
