Page 17 of Thanksgiving With Dad's Best Friend

“Flynn…” she whispers, but I can tell she’s at my mercy. She wants this so badly. I can see it in her eyes. I hook my teeth on the top of her panties and drag them down her legs, revealing her to me. I growl in anticipation. I want to taste her. I want to make her mine.

“Don’t fight it, Lexi,” I tell her. “If we never do this…you know we’ll regret this. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she gasps as my face moves closer to her. I lick my lips, holding her trembling legs still in their position on my shoulders.

“Then let me give you everything,” I murmur. Then, I bury my face between her legs. She gasps as I slowly run my tongue over her sweet spot. I do it several times, tasting her arousal on my tongue. Then, when she doesn’t protest, I begin to work up a rhythm between her legs. She gasps loudly, gripping my hair and pulling me in closer. I can’t complain one bit. My cock is throbbing, desperate for a piece of the action, but right now, I want to focus on her. I want to make her feel good. I want her to call out my name as I make her cum. I’d happily do this all night long just to hear her say my name once. I circle her clit with my tongue and she moans deeply, grinding against my face involuntarily. She’s barely in control of herself, and I like it. It’s good seeing her finally let go with me. And if I get my way, I’ll loosen her up even more by the end of the night.

I withdraw from her and she looks disappointed, but when I replace my tongue with my fingers, she moans again. She’s wet enough that it’s easy for me to slide two fingers inside her and I gently move inside her, building up to her first big release. She gasps as I crawl on top of her, still pleasuring her between her legs as I kiss her. Her breath is warm on my lips and I can feel the rise and fall of her breasts against my chest. Her eyes flicker open and we keep eye contact as she lets out tiny gasps with every thrust of my fingers.

I see the moment when she climaxes clearly. Her eyes widen and she lets out a loud gasp, bucking against my hand as she reaches her big finale. I groan happily, feeling her wetness coating my fingers. She leans up to kiss me and I continue to thrust my fingers inside her. I don’t plan to stop at her orgasming once. I’ll go all night if I have to. And at the end, I’ll finally let myself have my release.

Or at least, that’s my plan. But right now, in this compromising position, I hear something that worries me.

Someone is coming this way.

Lexi

I’ve just experienced true magic. My legs are still shaking from the orgasm Flynn just gave me. I’m out of breath, but I was fully willing to go again…except now I can hear someone coming this way, and it can only be one person.

My father.

I’m panicking as I pull my robe back over my naked body. He can’t see us like this. This is exactly what I was afraid of when I allowed Flynn into my room. If he catches us together, he might never forgive us.

I glance at Flynn in panic, but he seems much calmer than I do. He gathers up his things and winks at me before heading over to my closet and hiding inside. When the door is shut, it seems like there’s no evidence he was ever here. But his smell lingers on my sheets, and my body is still responding to the things he did to me.

I can barely believe what just happened. But I don’t have time to process it right now. I can tell from my father’s footsteps that he’s heading toward my room. I slide under my duvet for the first time, allowing the cool sheets to shock my system. It’s almost the equivalent of a cold shower, but it doesn’t prevent the incessant throbbing between my legs, or the agony of having to leave off where we did.

I hear a knock on the door, but my father doesn’t wait for me to respond before he opens the door. He stumbles in with a goofy smile on his face.

“It’s way past your bedtime, darling,” he says, grinning at his own joke. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I guess I couldn’t sleep,” I say softly, glancing nervously at the closet. It feels like a million things could go wrong right now, and I desperately want for him to leave, but I know he gets sentimental when he’s drunk. He probably wants some reassurance before he leaves.

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