Page 72 of Never Gonna Lie
Grinding back against him, I wait for his next move, my need dripping down my legs.
James lines himself up, coating himself in my juices before thrusting into me. I hold back the scream that wants to come out as he stretches me to my limits. He leans back over me as he slowly and maddeningly pumps in and out, a hand clamping around my neck, but I need more.
“Do you like being used like the pathetic girl that you are? Hmm?” His breath is hot on my face as he asks his next question, “Does it turn you on knowing how much of a whore you are for my dick?”
A moan escapes me, and he stills instantly.
Fuck!
Wrenching himself away, I immediately go to apologize, but the dark look and clenched jaw stops me. I miss his body heat straight away and shiver from the cold. I watch with bated breath as he walks over to my clothes and starts looking through them.
He comes back a few moments later, and I start panting, eager to know what he’s about to do.
“I told you to keep quiet. But you didn’t listen, so now I’m going to make you.”
James would never hurt me in any way other than for my own pleasure. I trust him completely with my body—my heart, not so much. I may be lacking in the experience department, but I’d gladly take anything this man offers me because I know, deep down, I’ll love it.
He stalks toward me, his normally bright blue eyes darkened. I swallow as my clit pulses in time with my heartbeat. James is like a god brought to life; his chiseled physique, which I love to run my hands over, entices me in a way that no man has ever been able to compare to.
A pair of my panties hangs from his fingers, and I glance at him quizzically. My legs are shaking, and drool is pooling in the corner of my mouth.
Resuming his position behind me, he once again leans over me, stuffing my panties in my mouth. I mumble in shock around them.
“Don’t want Daddy dearest hearing his best friend fucking his daughter, do we?”
My eyes roll back into my head at how naughty that sounds. All of my dreams are coming to life, that my dad’s best friend is, indeed, fucking me.
“Now, where were we?” He runs a finger through my slit, circling my clit. “One slight noise, and my whore doesn’t get to come,” he whispers in my ear.
I nod my head in understanding, the need to come overriding any other response.
Without preamble, James thrusts into me again, and I bite down on my panties, the musky taste of my own juices filling my mouth. His thrusts grow more urgent, causing me to clutch at the sheets. With the position I’m in, he’s hitting that spot so deep inside me that there’s a pleasure/pain aspect to it.
My knees knock against the bed, and I’m struggling to keep my legs straight. James notices and grabs my hips, keeping me in the position he needs me in.
I’m trying so hard not to make a sound, but it’s proving more and more difficult, especially with James’s grunts and groans of ecstasy in my ear and our sweat-slicked bodies, slapping against each other.
He stands up, and I nearly scream again, the pleasure/pain sensation feeling more like pain until he reaches around and starts rubbing my clit with his finger. I sink my hips slightly lower, and the pain vanishes, leaving only white hot heat.
“You gonna come for me, whore? Cum all over my dick and lick it clean for me like the dirty cum rag you are?” he whispers in my ear.
I explode. Blacking out for a moment from the intense orgasm that hurtles through my body. I’m twitching, shivering, and shaking as James keeps fucking into me.
My breathing’s heavy as he pulls out of me, I wince slightly, before he’s turning me around and pushing me to my knees.
“Dirty whore’s don’t get my cum in their cunt,” he says as his chest heaves up and down. I watch as he grabs his cock, stroking it leisurely, and twisting his wrist as he gets to the tip. “Open your mouth.”
I don’t hesitate, opening my mouth as wide as I can. He pulls the panties out of my mouth and brings them up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales.
Fisting himself harder, he groans, panting, “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says, waiting.
James keeps his eyes on me, his muscles tensing in his abdomen before releasing a roar as he comes, his cum spraying all over my face. I try not to gag as some lands in my mouth, a taste I’m not familiar with. I close my eyes to avoid getting any in with the majority landing in various places across my face, but mainly in my mouth.
I go to swallow when he says, “Show me.”
Parting my lips, I stick my tongue out, his cum dribbling from my mouth to my chin. He leans down and captures the leaking cum with his finger, wiping it across my lips.
