Page 11 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
His eyes narrow. “You’re a naughty girl,” he rasps. And then his hands are cupping my breasts through my t-shirt.
I mewl by the unexpected and erotic gesture.
“Let me see those lovely tits again,” he whispers.
I don’t hesitate to lift my shirt. He pulls down my bra and takes my swollen hard point into his mouth. He sucks it like it’s the most delicious candy, sending signals down to my core. My lady bits clench and juices drip down to my panties and leak out onto my thigh.
David feels my wetness and curses again. He slips a hand into my shorts. “You’re horny for me, baby.”
“I am, David. What’re you gonna do about it?”
He smirks. “What does your mental vibration tell you? Can’t you read my mind?”
Yes. The lust in his eyes tells me what he wants. But I shake my head. “I…don’t know. David. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking how good your other lips will taste.”
Holy shit. I know what he means.
“You want to find out now?” I ask in a trembling voice. “Right here?”
“Yes. Right here, right now,” he says firmly.
No way. Is this really David, my dad’s best friend? The grumpy man who seldom gives me a second glance?
But David doesn’t give me much time to wonder. He places me on the bench and kneels in front of me.
I haven’t had the time to breathe when my shorts are down to my ankles and onto the ground.
“Ohmigod David!” I whisper. “I didn’t know you were so wild.”
He gazes into my eyes and smirks. “Why? You think I’m a boring scientist that’s only into robots?”
I nod. “That’s what your mom says.”
“Well, sweetheart, my mom doesn’t know me as well as she thinks she does.”
He pushes my panties aside and his eyes flash. “Fuck, little Zena. You’re so beautiful. Are you always so wet?
I whimper as I look around warily to see whether we’re truly alone. “Only when I’m with you, David.”
He growls and cups my sex.
He leans in and sniffs my center deeply. “You smell like heaven, Zena.”
His nose touches my skin and makes me jolt.
I bite my lip with embarrassment. I always think I smell funny down there. “You…like it?”
“I love it!” he says. “And I’m going to taste it now.”
I close my thighs involuntarily but he presses his hands firmly on me. “Keep them open.”
“Yes, sir.” The feral look in his eyes thrills me. My goodness. I’ve never seen David this way before. He’s a gentleman, stern and aloof. He seldom spoke to me, and never even hugged me. Holy shit. I guess the accident earlier in his house woke his animal instinct.
“Good girl,” he murmurs and moves his face closer to my juncture, his eyes not leaving me.
Suddenly his tongue darts out and he licks me from the bottom up. “Ah,” I squeal at the exquisite sensation. I’ve touched myself down there before quite often but never felt this good. I nearly jump out of my seat if it weren’t for David’s strong hands steadying me.
