Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 10

And all of them pale in comparison to what I just had with Camilla, and we haven’t even fucked yet.

I’m a mess.

I’m still hard. My dick is about to poke a hole in my pants, so I shuffle into my bathroom and close the

door.

In my imagination, she hasn’t left.

There she is, bent over on my desk. My finger touches her hymen. I don’t say anything, just silently

thank God that she’s giving me this precious gift.

I kneel behind her, pulling her thighs apart until I can lick up all her honey. She shivers in front of me as

I bury my face inside of her, but just not deep enough. The angle against the desk is pushing her clit

against the hard edge, and she’s moaning in front of me. Her legs are shaking because she’s about to

come.

I thrust two fingers inside of her small opening and she’s shouting as I press against that perfect spot

on the front wall that makes her go wild. Her come is on my hand, filling the air with the scent of sex.

She’s shaking on my desk when I stand up, my cock ready to go even after she sucked me off.

I tease her entrance with the tip. She pushes her hips back, but I step back.

“I control the pace here,” I warn. “Not you. Against the desk.”

She settles down against the desk. To punish her, I don’t penetrate her with my cock. Instead, a finger

gathers some of the moisture that’s spreading to her thighs and circles around her back door.

“Do you want me to take your anal virginity, too?”

“Yes.” The whisper is almost too quiet to hear. God, she’s so dirty. A dirty virgin. I love it.

“I’ll have to prepare you first, make sure that I don’t hurt you.”

“I trust you.” Her body is on my desk. Her hands are tied. She has no power in this position.

I sink my cock into her slowly, one inch at a time. I can feel her muscles already fluttering around me.

“You like this?”

Her cry means that she’s beyond words, but the quick clenching of her muscles around my dick say

that she’ll come soon.

“Come,” I command. “Now.”

With a scream, she’s clenching my cock tighter than a fist. I can’t shoot when she’s this tight. I can see

that her leg muscles are clenched up. She arches up and I pull her hair so that her back curves like a

C.

She’s panting hard beneath me. I put a hand on her throat, not to choke her, though. I’m just feel her

pulse and each breath as she finishes her orgasm.

Then my hand slides to the base of her neck and I’m controlling her motion as I slam my cock into her

small body. She’s still gasping in front of me, but I’m a barbarian. I’m not polite, not gentle. I’m invading

her, claiming her as my own.

I’m not weari

ng a condom. The realization sparks my orgasm as I fill her with my seed. I imagine what her small

body would look like with a baby bump, what she would look like with my baby inside of her.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I am pouring jet after jet of seed into her body, too much for it to hold. It’s already leaking out onto her

thighs.

I clean myself up again. Damn. Sending her away like a gentleman might have been the right thing to

do, but I couldn’t have a date with anyone but my hand. When I think about other women, my dick

shrivels up. It is Camilla or no one at all.

Strawberry Bubble Bath

Camilla

When I get home, my dad isn’t there. My mom died when she had me, so it is just the two of us and a

part-time housekeeper who thankfully isn’t working today.

I run to my room and go to my bathtub. I need to wash away his hands on my skin.

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