He groans and slides his hand down my body, into my bathrobe, and over my skin. I cringe a little when he moves his hand over my belly, but he doesn’t snatch it away like I always thought a man would if he ever touched my soft curvy body.
Instead, he snarls with even more passion, smoothing down toward my sex.
I cry out when his finger comes into blistering contact with my clit, unable to keep on kissing him.
“I came here to tell you we couldn’t do this,” he growls, his lips close to mine as he paints me with his words. “But then you open the door looking like a fucking sex goddess. Goddamn, Kelly, are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“You still want me.” I gasp, my words strangled as he pushes his large palm against my sex, rubbing up and down so blistering heat shivers up and down my lips. “Even if you know… who I… am?”
“I fucking need you, Kelly,” he snarls. “Even if this is a mess. But I can’t think about that right now. All I can do is make you squirt for me like the horny thing you are. Look at you, twitching and ready to explode. Fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“Hmm.” I shiver against him as fantasies spring to life, his hand moving quicker and quicker with each moment. “Oh, God…”
“Fuck, I need to taste this soaked pussy. Get on the couch. Now.”
I let out a lust-filled cry when he grabs my arm and pulls me over to the couch, tossing me down on the cushions.
“No, no,” I gasp, staring up at him.
He looms over me, throbbing as though he’s going to burst from his shirt at any second like he could explode and then collapse upon me with carnal intent.
Every part of me is hot and sizzling and alive, every part of me is ready for this.
“No? You can’t tell me you don’t fucking want this.” He casually reaches down and pulls my robe aside, revealing my breasts, his eyes going wide as he drinks in the sight of them. “Goddamn, they’re perfect.”
“I do. But not here. I can’t get the couch all wet.”
“Ah.” He smirks. “I see. Which room is yours?”
I gesture toward my door.
“Come here then.”
He reaches down and scoops me into his arms, lifting me up as though I weigh nothing, cradling me to his chest as he carries me into my bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind him and drops me onto the bed.
“Don’t want anybody except me seeing you,” he snarls as he roughly pulls the curtains shut.
He spins back toward me, stalking over, moving with the agile confident movements of a big cat on the hunt, ready to ravage me. I stare up at him, my bathrobe spilling to the side, my cheeks blooming crimson when I think about him laughing at my nakedness.
But his expression is complete captivation, as though every single part of him is laser focused on me.
“Fuck, your pussy is shining, you’re so wet. I need to taste that hot young slit. Are you going to come for me, Kelly?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper as he falls to his knees and grips my thighs, pulling me down the bed and bringing his face closer to my pussy.
He drags his tongue up and down my lips, scorching me so all I can do is throw my head back and let out strangled cries.
I try to keep my voice as low as possible – I don’t want to alert the neighbors – but it’s so difficult when his tongue is making burning paths from my hole to my clit and back again.
My cries turn strangled when he turns his full attention to my clit.
I can’t help but let my hips shift in motion with his tongue strokes, as though the million fantasies I’ve had about this man are taking over and directing my movements.
I buck against him as he presses his mouth even closer against my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and pressing his tongue against it hard, possessively, as everything inside of me focuses on the one scorching point of contact.
“Fuck, fuck,” I moan.
“That’s it,” he snarls, his breath fire hot against my sex. “I need to taste how badly you want it. Fuck, you’re such a horny thing, aren’t you?”
“For you, for you,” I sing when he returns to licking me.
He does it even faster now, his tongue attacking my needy clit from every angle, moving so quickly I know I won’t be able to stand it for much longer.
I can’t believe this is my best friend’s dad.
And then I explode.
Fireworks erupt in my belly and surge through me, making my entire lower half set ablaze, making everything inside of me pulse with the orgiastic release of the moment.
He growls as his tongue goes into overdrive, as wave upon wave of hot release squirts out of me.