My daddy's bestfriend

Chapter 4

He releases one n****e and turns to the other. I grab his head and claw his scalp before I lower my head and press my face to his hair, inhale a lungful of his scent. God, I can’t get enough of him. He smells of sweat, dust and his own musk, just like a real man should. His teeth bear down on my breast, a hint of pain slinking through me, and I flinch.

“Yes,” I urge. “More.” So much more.

He does it again. Harder this time. I swear that almost brings me to an instant orgasm. I don’t think I could be any wetter, wanting more, so ready to f**k. I love it when guys bite my n*****s. Or mark my breasts with their teeth. It feels so territorial. Like an alpha male marking his w***e-b***h. I quiver from head to toe when he sucks my flesh deep into his mouth. f**k. It feels as if my spine will melt at any moment. Like wax on hot tar. By the time he’s finished, my panties are saturated with my juices.

Mr. Parker swallows and I trace the path of his Adam’s apple with my gaze. “You’re so pretty, Jessica. Such a pretty little girl, aren’t you?” He squeezes the globes of my ass.

I preen at his compliment. He sounds sincere and I shudder at the thought of our age

difference, of being called a little girl.

He runs his hands up my thighs. His rough, battle honed, soldier hands feel rough against my skin. He continues his upward journey, fingers teasing the juncture of my thighs. “God.

You’re wet.”

“I burn for you,” I breathe out.

“Hmm.” He hitches my mini skirt up and slips his hand beneath the silk of my panties. A curse blossoms on his lips. “So smooth.”

“I like it smooth. It’s cleaner, you know? I know guys don’t like having hair in their mouths.”

Mr. Parker makes a strangled noise in his throat, eyes wide for a moment while he takes a deep, quick breath.

I giggle and climb from his lap before tugging my panties down my legs. A blink later and I lose the skirt too. A flick of my foot and I kick it from my ankle, leaving me nude before my daddy’s best friend. Mr. Parker grabs my ass, drawing me closer. He brushes his lips across my belly, fingers going to my p***y, teasing my lower lips. I grind against him, getting his palm nice and wet with my cream.

“Sit on the sink,” he orders.

I dash away, more than ready for his mouth on me. I haven’t had a good round of oral s*x in a while.

I plop on the edge of the sink and spread my thighs wide. He groans again at the sight of my p***y. As I’d told him, I shave mine until it’s smooth. I part my s*x lips, exposing myself until cool air touches every part of my secret place, until I was sure he saw my tiny, pink hole.

God. A sudden thought makes my heart stutter. If Mr. Parker was as big as he felt, would he really fit into my tight, little cunt? I like a big c**k. No lie. I like the feeling of being stretched and filled. I have this big vibrator I named Mr. Pink. It’s thirteen inches long and has made me squirt multiple times if I jam it in and touch my cervix, f*****g myself deep and hard. I’ve had long, fun hours with Mr. Pink when my parents weren’t home. Even though Mr. Pink is fun, nothing beats a real d**k. Its hardness, yet supple at the same time. Plus, I love it when guys f**k me so deep I can feel their balls pressing against my c**t. The way their pubic thatch grazes against my sensitive, bare skin can make me come over and over.

Mr. Parker makes a rumbling sound in his throat. “Pink and pretty,” he tells me.

My heart swells with pride. Okay, my p***y too.

He rubs my s*x lips with his fingers before he lowers his head and licks me, tongue

traveling from hole to c**t. Sweet Jesus and Mary. What he did sends a high octane lust through me. I mewl like a kitten while he eats me like a pro.

Unhurried, really taking his sweet time as if he were savoring a ripe, forbidden fruit. He nibbles, sucks, licks and bruises my s*x lips with his teeth. Tugging. Nipping. Tasting. Savoring and drawing more of my juice from my cunt. I don’t mind. I like a little pain. His tongue is everywhere. On my c**t. On my opening. Inside me.

God.