Kissing My Dad's Friend - Page 10

“Then I’d dream about you… tasting me. Kissing my whole body, head to toe. Every inch of me. Until you finally put your mouth between my thighs and—”

“Licked your soaking wet pussy until you begged?” he guesses, an eyebrow arched, his expression one of amusement.

I swallow again, harder this time. “Yes.”

“Mm. I’d love to act that one out in real time, but I’m afraid we should be quicker here. We’ll have to save that fantasy for a time when we can enjoy ourselves for longer.” His eyes sparkle, and the suggestion that we might be able to do this again, that he might want this to be more than just a one-time hookup, but maybe an ongoing one, is enough to thrill me all over again, my breath hitching in my throat.

“I used to think about how you’d fuck me too,” I admit, my voice low and taut.

His smile widens. “Oh. And how did you think I’d do it?”

My heart feels like a rabbit, kicking against my ribcage. Still, I get the words out. “Hard. Fast. Merciless.”

He chuckles softly. Then he catches both of my wrists in his hands and pins them over my head before I can move a muscle. “Like this, little one?” He cocks his head to one side, watching me.

My whole body quivers, my belly clenched tight. I’m pretty sure I’m already soaked through these panties, but I don’t even care. Not when he’s right here, his hot, muscular body pressed against mine, so close I can feel the hard bulge through his scrubs, where his belly touches mine. His cock is already hard as a rock, pulsing, ready for me. And fuck, I want it.

“Just like this,” I manage.

He grins, and keeps my wrists pinned with one hand above my head while his other hand slides back over my body. He takes his time, his fingertips grazing the edge of my neck, trickling over my collarbone, until they circle my breasts. His thumb drags across my nipple, and I gasp at the pressure, even through the layers of my scrubs. Then he keeps going, sliding down to my belly. His hand slips under my scrub shirt, and I tense at the sudden heat and warmth of his fingers, the callouses on his palms striking against my smooth skin like matches.

“You feel as soft as I always imagined you would,” he murmurs, and the words send a thrill to my belly, a reminder that this is really happening, I’m really here with the man I imagined in so many of my dreams before. His hand reaches my bra, his fingers easing under it, until his bare palm cups my breast firmly.

I arch my back toward him, my mouth falling open, and he takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss me, hard and full on the mouth, his tongue slipping through my lips to dance with mine. When we pull apart again, I’m breathless, aching for him. My clit throbs between my legs like a sentient thing, hungry for more.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, my face inches from his, so my breath dusts across his lips.

He smiles, and it’s the kind of wild, hungry smile that sets me on fire. “So eager.” His eyes flare white hot with desire. He tilts his head to one side, studying me. All the while his fingers wend lower, back down over my belly to dip beneath the hem of my scrubs. This time he doesn’t stop at my underwear. He tugs my panties aside, his fingers delving below the fabric, against my smooth, freshly shaved skin. “Ask me nicely, little one.” His eyes dance with amusement. He likes teasing me, damn him.

I can’t say I mind all that much, though. I arch up toward him when his fingertips reach my mound, skating across me. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, fuck me.”

His smile widens. His fingers reach my thighs, part them gently. Then he cups my pussy fully, the heel of his palm against my clit, his fingertips delving between my thighs to spread my pussy lips. They part with a slick wet sound, and it makes him chuckle softly in the back of his throat. His index finger delves into my slit, and I gasp aloud at the sensation of his thick finger parting the lips of my pussy.

“I can tell you’re eager.” He’s grinning, enjoying watching me.

I understand, because I can’t get enough of watching him right back. The salt and pepper in his hair just accentuates how sharp his jawline is, the hot fire in his eyes. I’m not exactly a virgin, but I’ve never had sex with someone like him. Someone older, a man who really knows what he’s doing. My few experiences have been with guys my own age, fumbling in the back seats of cars. Nothing like this, here.

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