Her Dad's Friend by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online

his lips, while two fingers from one hand drills into my pussy and his thumb from his other hand massages the outer ring of my asshole. I’ve never had anyone touch me there before either and I have to admit it feels pretty damn amazing.
    I can feel my orgasm coming from a far-away place, rushing toward me at a furious pace until, like an earthquake, it hits me with full force. Sparks of glittery light flash in front of vision, and I’m thoughtless and dumb, temporarily insane, humping Paul’s face as this sensation rocks me to the point of blacking out.
    I’m holding my breath the entire time, crying out. I have no idea how loud I’m being or if the neighbors can hear me, and frankly I don’t care because I’ve just been to another planet, another plane of existence.
    When my orgasm finally starts to ebb, I’m left useless and shaking. I open my eyes and my vision is blurry. Paul has moved to my side, elbow crooked, resting his head in his palm and watching me with a teasing smile. “You okay?” he asks.
    I can hardly get words out through my shattered breaths. “Holy shit.”
    He laughs, and starts to say something else, but I’m peeling off his shirt and kissing him before he can speak. I can smell myself on his lips and it’s glorious and peachy-tasting, and I lick it up. Though I’d just had a life-altering orgasm and still have ringing in my ears from it, I’m ready for more. This thing, whatever it is that’s happening with me and Paul, it’s dangerous. It’s addictive.
    I pull him to his feet, and his smile grows at my eagerness. I kneel before him and hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pull them down to his feet, releasing him. Jesus, he’s big. Bigger than I’d imagined. How the fuck is he still single? This isn’t the type of fish one throws back. This sucker is the one you get stuffed and mounted on the wall to show off and brag about to your friends.
    I run my hands up his long, tattooed legs. Gripping his steel-hard cock with both hands, he rolls his head back and lets out an approving groan. I practically have to unhinge my jaw like a snake to fit him into my mouth. Pre-cum drips from the spongy tip and I lick up every salty drop, massaging the cashmere underbelly of his beautiful prick with my tongue.
    He holds the sides of my head, fingers wrapped around my ears and pushes deeper into my throat. My eyes water and drool leaks from the corners of my mouth as I swallow him down. As long as I relax my throat he glides in easily and soon he’s fucking my face with vigor and I’m loving every inch of him.
    Just when we find our rhythm, he pulls out, and I take a long breath. He takes me by the armpits and hauls me back onto the bed. He kicks off his shoes and socks and climbs onto me. Watching my face, he slides into me, cautious, as if he’s afraid of hurting me. I’m stretched to my limit, but it’s good. Really fucking good.
    Slowly, he picks up the pace until he’s using my shoulders for leverage to slam into me. Our skin slaps together with each forward thrust.
    I’ve never been noisy in bed. I’ve always been skeptical of those who are. I mean, it can’t be that good, right?
    Wrong. So very, very wrong.
    Having him inside of me, stretching me, pulsing and aching for me, I can’t help it. I open my mouth and I’m calling out, “Oh, yes, fuck me! Harder, yeah, right there.” I’m making ridiculous noises that, in any other context, would be comical.
    The dirtier my words, the more it seems to feed his lust. He flips me over onto my stomach, hips up as if I were a doll that weighs nothing.
    He spanks me hard on the ass. I lurch forward and cry out.
    “So you want to fuck, huh?” he says, tangling his fingers in my hair.
    So he did get the text after all. I was starting to wonder if it went through.
    “Yes, please fuck me,” I beg.
    He spanks me again and I yelp and smile into my pillow. He’s so possessive in the bedroom. So unlike his normal demeanor and