My daddy's bestfriend

Chapter 7

But I have no regrets. I got what I’d wanted for so long.

I am a devious little slut.

Time moves on and days pass without a hint of Mr. Parker stopping by.

Mom invites him for the usual Sunday dinner, but he declines, always saying he has

errands.

I rather miss him. It would be nice to see him one last time before I start my first semester at Brown.

The night before I leave for college, I wake in the middle of the night and find someone in my bed. A hand covers my mouth before I can scream. Eyes wide, I can’t see a thing in the blackness surrounding me. Heart pumping, I can’t hear anything other than the thundering in my ears.

“Ssh. It’s me,” he whispers.

My heart skips a beat. Mr. Parker! In my bed!

Thank you, s*x fairy.

I grope in the darkness and grab his face, crushing my lips to him, kiss with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed, taking everything that I’d missed. Thank f**k, he kisses me back. Our tongues tangle, tasting and savoring until I want to melt like butter. Our breath is ragged when we finally part our lips.

He caresses my cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear on you. I was confused.

Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out what happened. But I can’t get you out of my mind. I had to see you one last time before you go. Feel this p***y around my c**k. One time, baby. Let me have it.” His voice is tempting, soft and alluring. My p***y aches and grows heavy with each whispered word.

I sniffle. “I was kinda hoping I’d see you before I left too.”

Mr. Parker smiles, brushes his lips across mine, making my heart flutter like a butterfly.

Eyes now accustomed to the dark, I look around my room. My door is still locked from

the inside. How had he snuck in?

He must have read my confusion. His voice is low, probably so he won’t wake my

parents sleeping in the master bedroom down the hall. “Your window is open.”

I forgot. Mr. Parker is a special commando guy, a man who is a master of sneaking into forbidden, dangerous places without being detected.

He kisses my neck, hands roaming for a moment before he realizes I’m naked beneath

my blanket. I had m*********d with Mr. Pink before I drifted to sleep.

“God.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.

I don’t hesitate to tempt him. “Take off your clothes and join me. The door is locked and my parents both took a valium before they went to bed. They won’t hear us, even if there’s an earthquake. But we better not make too much noise. Just in case.” I nuzzle his neck, teeth nipping his earlobe.

Mr. Parker sits up and undresses, stripping his all black clothing and dropping them to the carpet. He really had been ready for this sneak attack. Before long, he slips into bed with me, his warm, nude body against mine. No clothes, nothing keeping me from stroking his smooth skin. I love caressing his toned biceps, his six-pack abs. Mr. Parker’s thick, fat and long c**k is hard and ready.

“What is this?” He found Mr. Pink. “Have you been a bad little girl?”

I’m not someone to be embarrassed by being a slut, but I feel a blush heat my cheeks. “I was lonely. And horny.”

“Hmm.” He brings Mr. Pink to his mouth and licks it. “I love the taste of your pussy.”

“Yeah?” I get excited and lie back, spreading my legs. “I wouldn’t mind a few licks.”

That big cat growling sound I love pours from him. “Wider. Give me what I want.”

A second later, Mr. Parker settles between my legs, tongue flicking and teasing, eating my p***y as if I’m the tastiest treat he’s ever had. I scratch at the sheets, fisting them, writhing in pleasure.

I’ve already had two big orgasms with Mr. Pink tonight. They’d been good. Normal and

enough to ease some of my tension. But they hadn’t been Mr. Parker. He knows how to eat a woman until I’m balancing on the edge of ecstasy. I’m there, on the very tip of orgasm, reaching and stretching for it as if I’d die if I don’t come. He growls against my p***y, tongue f*****g me, lapping, flicking and nibbling my c**t. When he takes that bit of nerve filled flesh between his lips and sucks, I come all over him, body tensing and relaxing in waves. Every nerve is alive and singing.

When I finally come back to myself, my gaze clashes with his, and he almost whines,

making me think he’s disappointed I didn’t squirt for him.