My daddy's bestfriend

Chapter 3

I slide my tongue into his mouth and give him a greedy kiss, giving as much as I’m

taking. I savor his taste, cinnamon and clove with a hint of spice. Manly.

Mr. Parker wasn’t resisting any longer. He returns my kiss. Shy at first, tentative ventures into my mouth, hints of tongue. This is the man I know, quiet and soft-spoken.

But then the kiss changes. Deepens, strengthens and nearly drops me to my knees. He’s aggressive, demanding, drawing my pleasure out while his hands roam, squeeze and pinch.

Fuck.

The man knows how to kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth as I knead his erection through the heavy fabric, my p***y growing wetter with each passing second. f**k, I want him, in me, on top of me, behind me. God, I don’t even care what hole he uses.

His breathing is labored as he murmurs against my mouth, telling me how bad he wants

me, his dirty girl, and his c**k is so hard against my palm I know he’s telling the truth. His voice rumbles through me, like the growl of a big cat, turning me on even more. My body’s response is wanton, n*****s hard, p***y clenched and juices soaking my panties.

I whimper when he breaks our kiss, but calm when I see he’s just placing the toolbox on the floor, which gives me the opportunity to close the bathroom door behind me. No way I’m going to let him escape now.

Mr. Parker blinks and freezes for a moment, a look of doubt flashes across his features, letting me know he seemed to have second thoughts. “Jessie...”

I jump on him before he can say another word and wrap my arms around his shoulders,

whispering against his lips. “It would be our little secret. No one needs to know about it. Now kiss me. Please.”

His gaze bores into mine and he pauses another moment before he does what I ask, gives me the same hard, starving kiss as before. His hands roam my back, then he grabs my ass and I reward him by grinding my pelvis against his. His erection settles easily against my mound, p***y screaming to be filled. I’m beyond hot, I’m f*****g burning.

I want him to f**k my brains out. Twice.

I release him for a moment and nudge him until he’s sitting on the toilet seat. Now I’ve got room to straddle his thighs, beg for what I want. “Touch me.”

I need his hands on me more than my next breath.

His attention is fixed on my chest and it doesn’t look as if he’s going to move any time soon. I grab his hands, those work-worn callused hands, and place them on my breasts, n*****s poking him. Mr. Parker lets out a low groan, palms covering my ample flesh nicely. He squeezes me. Gentle and hard, alternating, kneading and playing. Giving me some, but nowhere near enough.

“Take it off. I want to feel you on my skin.” His voice is deep, almost growling.

I want it too.

Before I can beg, he whips my tank top over my head and his gaze seems to burn when

he first sees me topless. Like an addict who had been deprived for far too long and was suddenly offered a fix. He cups my breasts again, fingers rolling and pinching my n*****s.

I moan, pleasure shooting through my body, settling around my p***y. That felt so damn f*****g good and I ground against his erection, the bulge snug against my mound. “Lick them.

Suck them. Please.”

Mr. Parker lowers his head and sucks a n****e into his mouth, tongue teasing, pressing and teeth nibbling. I throw my head back and cry out. f**k. His mouth. I arch backward, breast pushing forward, body tight while he sucks me like he means it. He’s flicking my n****e back and forth. I love what he’s doing, especially when he circles the peak of my hard bud. I’m creaming in my panties, cunt wanting. I’ve never ached like this for any other guy. Just him, Mr.

Parker.