Chapter 6
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He groans, teeth clenching, followed by a deep growl I can feel from head to toe.
“Naughty girl.” He pushes deep, slamming his hips and rocking me, t**s jiggling.
“Spank me.” I moan, f**k but it feels so good. “I’m a naughty girl and I deserve a
spanking.” I want it, crave it, will take whatever he gives me.
Mr. Parker slaps my outer thigh, the delicious sting snakes through me and my p***y
grows even wetter around his d**k within a heartbeat. He seems to notice that his c**k is bathed in my cream.
“God. You like to be spanked, don’t you? Dirty slut.”
“Yes, I like a good spank. Or two.” I tighten my legs around him, his shaft still hard in my p***y.
He swings his arm and his palm connects with my ass, a hard, firm slap. I throw my head back, baring my throat, squirming, body trembling from the pleasure and pain and I can’t hold back my sob. “Oh, Joe. That feels so good. f**k me, f**k me now.”
He slams his c**k into me and f***s me like a demented man, prick hitting all of my
sensitive nerve endings, my g-spot singing and tempting me closer to coming.
“Fuckmefuckmefuckme...” I can’t stop begging, wanting.
“Take it,” Slam. “Take my f*****g cock.” He’s pistoning, going faster and faster.
I love thick, fat c**k. And I love to be f****d by a man who knows how to use his d**k.
I grab his face and kiss him. He wraps my hair around his hand, fisting it while he kisses me back with the same heat. His tongue thrusts between my lips, f*****g my mouth the same way his c**k is f*****g my cunt. My body tightens like a bow, hands roaming his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as his f*****g pulls and shoves me toward coming, pleasure rising hard and fast. I can’t control my body anymore, p***y clenching around him as if begging for him to go deeper, harder.
My orgasm slams into me, coursing through my veins and stealing my breath. I come so
hard I squirt, my juices bathing his prick and he notices another of my girlie talents, swearing in amazement.
“You’re one of those…”
“Only if someone f***s me good and hard.” I dig my nails into his shoulders, tilting my hips to meet his next thrust. “And you f**k me beyond good with that fat cock.”
“Baby.” He slams into me. “My f*****g p***y. So wet for me.” He kisses me as he starts pounding his c**k into me in steady thrusts.
“Oh.” I mewl again. He’s just made me come, but I want to do it again. If he keeps going like this, I’m going to have to change my sheets for sure. I lick his lips, suck his lower flesh.
“You’re amazing. I’ve dreamt about this for a long time. Having you like this. Inside me.”
His brown-eyed gaze settles on mine, an incredulous expression flashing across his face.
“You did?”
“f**k yeah. You didn’t?”
“I…” He gulps hard. “I thought about it. But I couldn’t entertain my fantasy. You’re
forbidden.”
“Says who?”
“Your dad—”
I stop him. I don’t want to hear about my dad while filled with his d**k. “Everybody has a secret, and this will be ours.” I choke his c**k with my p***y again.
He groans in response. Seems he can’t take being teased. “s**t. Baby. Fuck.”
I wiggle beneath him. “Make me come again. You f**k me so good.”
Mr. Parker growls and hammers me with his c**k, fast and hard, until I’m seeing
butterflies swarming my vision. God. It’s heaven. I murmur, urging him to take me harder until a violent climax ambushes me. I drift into La-La land while he keeps his pace, retreating and advancing, filling me again and again.
When I finally float back to reality, I notice him grimacing, neck tight, face tense and I can tell he’s about to come.
“Come in my mouth. On my tits.”
He yanks free of my cunt and pumps his d**k, pointing the head toward my chest. I open my mouth, tongue out, waiting for the delicious cream filling of my favorite éclair. He strokes once. Twice. And spurts, jets of c*m splatter my mouth, my chin and dribble down my neck. He cries as he comes. A grown man crying, the most beautiful music to my ears. I collect the c*m with my finger and slip it between my lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor, the creamy texture. I love his essence and ease forward to suckle his c**k until it has nothing left. As it softens, I release him.
I hold his gaze, tongue flicking out to capture any lingering drops of my new favorite treat.
“Thank you,” I whisper, lips brushing the sensitive skin. “For making my dream come
true.”
He didn’t seem to expect my heartfelt thanks. He strokes my face, a gentle caress, and smiles before he excuses himself to get cleaned up in the bathroom.
I saunter in while he’s washing his hands in the sink and jump into the shower, letting the heat relax me even further.
Once done, I flick the curtain aside and realize Mr. Parker is gone.
No goodbye or anything.
But I hadn’t expected him to hang around, either. I bet deep down he was still rattled with my scheming to get him into my bed. Maybe he regrets falling for the temptation I presented.
Fucking his best friend’s daughter. What a dirty old man.
But I have no regrets. I got what I’d wanted for so long.
- Writer
