Daddy's Best Friend

DANA

“Fuck!” I cried out. He was assaulting me with his expert tongue. My body was at his mercy, and as he flicked my clit not once, but twice, I was a wreck.

Clasping my thighs around his head, I rocked my hips against him, and the vibrations sent shivers through my core. He clutched my ass cheeks and growled his ardor.

“Oh, I’m…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence; my pussy was beginning to flood. His mouth lapped it up eagerly, his eyes on mine when I gazed down at him in stunned silence. I was barely able to breathe.

He stood up suddenly, disappearing into the kitchen. I swung my legs down. They were trembling, making it difficult for me to stand erect. Meanwhile he returned with a foil packet in his mouth.

I smiled, yanking my cami off while he stared at me. He walked up, sliding on the condom before guiding me to the sofa, where he positioned me on my knees, with himself behind me.

“Deep breath, darling. I’m not going to hold back.”

I braced myself for his entrance, almost giddy at the fact that the hottest man I’d ever known was going to fuck me.

In one swift movement, he was in me, my moist folds accepting him greedily as my muscles spasmed.

My nails dug into the sofa and I cried out. He said nothing; the only sound apart from my moans was his body slapping against mine, my juices clearly giving him ample lubrication to reach the deepest reaches of my cavity.

His fingers were pressing into my hips, but that was nothing compared to the frenetic pounding he was giving my pussy; my breasts bounced so fast and hard I could barely breathe.

Then abruptly his movements slackened and before I knew it he was shooting his load into the condom, grunting loudly.

Despite my shower I was bathed in sweat. He pulled slowly out of me. I turned to him in almost a daze. He cocked an eyebrow at me, his eyes glinting wickedly. “Do you mind if I stay over?”

“Not one bit.”