Page 15 of Lessons From My Best Friend's Dad

I’ve heard stories from the other girls, and although I’d never rat on her, from Zoe herself.

About their experiences with boys from college. The jocks are all hands, and almost always come way too fast.

The nerds have the biggest cocks and know how to pleasure a girl.

Apparently.

Michael Grayson is no boy, and his authority extends to the sexual as well as the academic is obvious.

With my leggings and panties just past my knees, I feel the thickness of his fingers running over my slick pussy, gently probing me at first, but in a moment I’ve slid onto one, bucking hard against it as he thumbs my clit with a unique pressure that convinces me this is what heaven must be like.

I’ve gone to heaven and I didn’t even have to die first.

My hands move from his hair to his back, raking my nails forward and feeling just how muscular his body is, even through his clothes.

He grunts, sensing my needs again, and swiftly manages to free himself from his coat, and taking a few moments he stands and lifts his sweater up over his head.

I make a new kind of sound, finally seeing him without a shirt or sweater on is like winning the lottery.

The jackpot when he busies himself with what he asked me here for, which he reminds me of.

To eat my pussy until I fill his mouth with my come.

“This has waited too long,” he says, almost to himself.

“I’m gonna make you mine, Sheree. But first, you’re gonna come in my mouth and tell me you’re mine, got it?” he demands, sending fresh shivers up my spine when the strength of his words match the force of his tongue entering me for the first time.

I almost scream aloud, then giggle and then groan, wriggling and bucking against him.

Wondering how on earth we could have left this untouched between us for four whole years.

The room that was so cold a few moments ago sees both of us itching to get completely naked while his face is buried between my legs.

My whole body’s flushed with heat as my thighs press against his chiseled jaw, my ankles up over his broad shoulders that are so wide they only manage to make me completely spread eagle for him to devour.

Being so tall, so big. It’s nothing for Michael to service me with his mouth while one or both hands find my breasts, squeezing my nipples with an exact pressure that sees me gasping for enough breath to curse again in between telling him how close I am to coming already.

I feel one of his huge hands disappear from my chest but reappear close to his tongue, spreading my ass cheeks wide with just two of his massive fingers, a third pressing on me while his tongue continues to work its magic.

A firmer hand squeezing both my tits together until I really don’t know whether to scream, laugh, cry or come.

Or all four at once.

“You can come, Sheree. But I’m sure you want more of this,” he remarks in a low voice. The day old stubble on his chin and cheeks scratches my sleek valley.

A pleasant itch that travels all the way up inside me until I know I’m done.

“I can’t…Michael…I—,” I plead with him, feeling myself grinding harder into him, trying to warn him I’m going to come, and by the feeling inside me, it’s so intense it almost frightens me.

But Michael only growls with pleasure, urging me to come on his face, into his mouth. All over him so he can taste me, feel me, and then fuck me.

The word should bring panic to mind.

There’s just one thing I haven’t exactly told him yet.

I haven’t even told my best friend Zoe, but I figure it’s pretty obvious with her.

Before I can even begin to worry about what a man who knows what he wants is probably expecting to get once he gets me off, I feel my orgasm take over my whole body in a second.

I stiffen, arching my back, and forget anything and everything that’s led up to this exact moment, I experience the most intense, earth shattering orgasm of my life.

Michael’s grip on me tightens and then relaxes, softening as I feel wave after wave of climactic energy pulse straight from the top of my head, out through every pore of my skin, my clit exploding like fireworks as his mouth covers all of me.

His low groans of intense pleasure send shockwaves through my already overloading system.

It could be half a minute, it could be a year.

I lose all sense of time, place, and meaning. Except for the new and potent feeling he’s drawn from them. Like water from a deep well, I’m different but I’m exactly the same.

Kind of.

With one major exception.

I belong to him now, I know it. Just like he said.

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