My daddy's bestfriend

Chapter 5

I’m delirious. The pleasure is unbelievable and I wrap my thighs around his head while I brace myself on the edge of the sink with one hand. He drives into me even farther. I can’t believe his tongue can reach that deep, but I’m not going to complain. He increases his pace, giving me everything I need and I’m rising higher, pleasure pouring through me. It just keeps climbing, body shuddering with each breath, ecstasy easing closer. He increases his pace, tongue working me harder and giving me more.

“Close.”

He hums against my c**t, vibrations traveling through me and my nerves light up, shoving me over the edge until I’m coming, crying his name. No, not just his name. His first name tumbles from my lips. “Joe!”

Mr. Parker growls against my cunt tongue continuing, f*****g me until I come a second time, body shuddering and shivering with the pleasure. He laps at my p***y, my cunt, and my juices cover his face.

“Joe,” I sob. “Oh, Joe.”

He flicks his tongue against the hood of my c**t. “You like it.” His voice is gruff, sexy and needy. “Dirty little slut.”

“f**k yeah.” I’m breathless, panting.

He leans forward, mouth open, but I stop him. “I want to suck your cock.”

Mr. Parker freezes for a moment, then he rises, unbuckling his belt. I slip from the

counter and brush his hands aside to help, yanking his jeans down once open. My mouth waters when I see he’s a commando-type of guy, his c**k bobbing free as soon as his pants slip down.

God.

He’s bigger than I imagined and I can’t wait to get my lips around his d**k. It’s fat, thick and long, the head slightly bigger than a plum. Mr. Parker’s balls are large, high and look heavy.

I lick my lips, imagining his taste. Without letting another second pass, I push him back until he’s sitting on the toilet once again.

I drop to my knees and don’t hesitate, swallowing him down as much as I can, savoring the first hint of musk and heat and salty sweetness that emanated from his shaft. Beneath me, he jerks and shivers when I wrap my hands around his d**k, massaging his hot rod while I suck the head of his c**k as if my life depends on it.

“Oh, Jess.” He fists my hair, hint of stinging pain melting through me. “I didn’t know you were so good. Suck that cock.” He flexes his hips, pushing his arousal deeper into my mouth.

I pull free of him with a loud pop. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

He gives me a surprised look, eyes going wide, mouth dropping open. Maybe he didn’t

think I was sexually active. Even though I’m slutastic at heart, I’ve deceived many people with my cool and angelic façade.

I suck him again, wanting to impress him with my hard-won skills. Soon he’s panting,

both hands knotted in my hair. His breath has cut into a string of short staccato heaves as I bob my head up and down. I knead his balls as I plunge my mouth down him until the tip of his c**k nudges the back of my throat. I’m pissed that I can’t take him all. He’s too long and fat and I have to really stretch to accommodate his alarming girth.

“That’s it, suck that fat dick.” His fingers dig deeper, as if urging me to take it all, give him more. “Take it.”

Mr. Parker’s chest heaves, the expression on his face hardening as if he’s trying hard to stave off his orgasm. And I don’t want him to come yet. Not before I’ve had his c**k inside my p***y. Deep. Hard. Again and again.

I give him one last long suck before I pop his d**k out of my mouth and rise to straddle him. He must have figured out what was coming, the tense, wanting expression on his face turning to worry.

Doubts were probably worming their way back into his mind, so I soothe him. “I want

you. Wanted you for so long. Deep and hard in my p***y. I don’t want to leave home before I have you.”

“Leave home?” His voice is deep and hoarse, c**k still hard between my thighs.

“I’m going to Brown this fall.” I rock my hips, yanking a moan from within his chest, and my cunt contracts, aching to have him in me.

His expression changes from tormented to a dawning realization as to why I was

suddenly trapping him in my bathroom. A sliver of anguish flashes on his face, but he composes himself just as quickly, biting his lower lip when I rotate my hips.

Without another moment passing, I crush my mouth against his, kissing him. “I need you.

Fuck me, please.” I curve my back and shift until I can mash my bare p***y lips on his balls, then slowly I inch up along his hard, veined shaft until I reach the tip, rotate my hips and bathe the head of his prick with my cream. I ease back down to his balls, making him all wet and glazed with my juices. Like an éclair. But I like this one better than any from a bakery.

Mr. Parker hisses in pleasure, head dropping back and eyes squeezed shut.

In everyday life he’s a quiet man. Soft-spoken. Cultured.

In s*x, he’s demanding with a hint of dirty. And I love dirty talk. He praises me too, alternating between telling me how good I make him feel and what a dirty girl I must be for tempting him. I relish each and every word. Especially when I grab his shaft and position it at my entrance. A dreamy look seeps into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, taking him inch by fat inch.

My p***y resists at first, but I’m determined to take him all. His cockhead spears me open, an initial bite of pain instantly followed by a stretching sensation that I could become addicted to. He gasps when my cunt swallows the tip. I inhale a lungful of air, then sink down until my cunt engulfs his whole, rigid erection. Our pubis kiss, his balls graze my perineum and I revel in the sensation of being filled by him.

Hard. Hot. Throbbing. f*****g fat c**k in my cunt.

I smile and kiss him, my lips just grazing his. I got him. I finally got him after all these years of wanting.

I ease up and down, f*****g him in slow, shallow thrusts. My t**s bounce as I move, my ragged breath matching his.

“Take my c**k, Jessie. Take it all.”

I shove myself down and he groans while I cry out. We kiss as I ride him like a cowgirl.

And he’s a very fine stallion.

Mr. Parker grabs my ass and yanks me down hard, forcing a scream from me. He gyrates

his hips as if he’s looking for a deeper penetration, but I’m already so full, stretched and packed beyond my imagination. Oh, f**k how I love it. c**t rubbing against the skin above his c**k, his pubic hair teasing my bare lips, prick touching all of those secret places in my cunt.

Mr. Parker pants. “We need more space. Let’s go to your bed. Wanna f**k that p***y

harder.”

I push down one last time, back arched and hands braced on his knees behind me. I don’t want to let him go. I rise a little and then shove down again, rotating my hips, drawing out a bit of pleasure before I relent. “Fine. Whatever you do, don’t stop. You feel so f*****g good.”

“You feel so damn good too, baby.”

Baby. I like the way he called me “Baby.” So intimate as if I were his real lover. I enjoy the dirty talk, but I like this too. He doesn’t think I’m just a little girl anymore. He wraps his arm around my waist and uses his other hand to support my weight, gripping my ass. He lifts me, opens the bathroom door and trudges toward the bed. My p***y clenches around his c**k with each step, pulling my pleasure higher. My back hits the mattress and then he’s on top of me, his c**k still deep inside my cunt. I tighten my muscles, squeezing his hard rod.