Page 29 of Accidental Dad's Best Friend

“What do you like about it?”

“How hard you are for me. How big you are. How wet you are.” She circles her thumb over the tip of my cock and precum drips down her hand. Then, she smiles. A sweet little smile full of innocence and brimmed with something devilish. She takes her finger, the one wet with my desire for her and sticks it in her mouth–all the way in her mouth– and slowly pulls it back out.

“Jesus,” I let out.

Then she takes that same finger and shoves it in my mouth. I lick it off with a grin and she lowers herself onto my cock until I am as deep inside her as I can go.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her forehead pressing into mine.

“Yeah…” I nod. Slowly we start to move, up and down, in and out. Neither of us in a hurry, neither of us wanting to rush anything. I am amazed at her endurance, at her ability to control the orgasm and the flow.

“How are you so good at this?” I ask, my hands on the swell of her delicious hips. “You haven’t been too naughty have you?”

It’s a sideways way of possessively asking how many men she’s been with. The thought of it makes me see red.

“So naughty. Three times a week sometimes. And always a different place. I get bored easily.”

I stop and Izzy smiles.

“Pilates, Savage,” she says with a laugh. But I thrust my hips upward and she gasps again.

Little minx, she’s going to pay for that sass. I slide in and out of her, slowly, then faster, hard and grinding, filling her up until I can feel her stretching around the girth of my hard, pulsing cock.

“Oh my god,” she lets out.

“Have you ever fucked anyone like me?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Never.”

“Tell me what’s different, baby girl. Tell me why I’m better.”

“You’re bigger.” She bites her lip so hard I wonder if it’s going to bleed.

“How big? Too big?”

“No. But definitely the biggest I’ve ever had.”

I grin at that. “What else?”

“Your hands. They feel so good. You are very, very good with your hands.”

“Like when I do this?” I ask, running my finger down the length of her just above her clit.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Most guys can’t find it.”

“It’s not hard. You just tease until you feel the spot. Which is right…here.” I curl my finger and tickle her clit until she moans. I can literally feel her dripping out around my cock, making everything wet. Making it easier to glide.

“Fuck, baby girl. You are so goddamn wet for me.”

“Only for you.” She bucks against me, riding the wave of a small orgasm caused by my hand knowing exactly what to do.

“Whose pussy is it?” I grit out.

“Yours.”

“Say it,” I bark out.

“It’s your pussy, Ethan.”

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