Page 15 of Crushing On Dad's Best Friend
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Katherine
“Oh my god, Liam,”I shout, running around to his side of the court. He has one hand on his forehead and the other is behind him. I collapse at his feet when I get to him, cradling his head with one of my hands as he pulls his hand away from his forehead andwinces.
“Damn,” he says, peering up at me with a sexy smile. “I thought I was going to be the one sweeping you off your feet, not the other wayaround.”
I stroke his forehead and smile. I know I didn’t hit him all that hard. There’s a sheen of sweat on his face and in his wavy black hair, but I don’t mind. It just adds to his charm. This man isn’t perfect, he isn’t a superhero. He isn’t immune to an over-eager girl thwacking a tennis ball right into hisface.
“I didn’t sweep you off your feet,” I whisper, stroking his forehead. “I knocked you on yourbutt.”
“That’s just as good in my book,” he says, peering into my eyes. I brush my fingers through the front of his hair, then close my eyes and press my lips to his, already so worked up from just being around him. He captures my lips possessively and he puts his hand on the side of my face, sliding it around to the back of my head and slipping his fingers through my hair and tugging softly. I moan against his lips and he pulls me closer, putting his arm around myback.
“Should we be doing this?” I whisper. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about lastnight.”
He flips me onto my back softly, cushioning my head as he lays me down. I look over to my left to check if anyone can see us, and I know they won’t be able to — there’s a fence and a row of trees blocking the view from the house, and I know he will be on the lookout in case someone approaches, but still, thesmallchance of getting caught is really making this that much more exciting. I know I won’t get in trouble, and I know that Liam wouldmost definitelyget in trouble. With my parents, with his ex-wife, with hisson.
And he doesn’t care. Hesodoesn’t care, and I know it by the way he’s kissing me now, sliding his tongue past my lips and caressing the inside of my mouth, my tongue, with gentle, winding, smooth motions. He kisses down my my chin and I swallow thickly and lick my lips as he blazes a hot trail down to my neck and then to my chest, where he carefully unbuttons the top of my poloshirt.
He keeps kissing down my body until he stops briefly to whisper against myskin.
“You have until I get to your panties to tell me tostop.”
My body blooms with heat, like my skin is made up of a million tiny magnets pulling all the warmth and goodness in the world right to me. I exhale deeply as a humming rumble buzzes throughme.
“Please don’t stop. I want this. I wantyou.”
“I know,” he whispers, nipping at the underside of my breast. “I can tell. You’re so fucking wet. You like having your daddy’s friend playing around in yourpanties.”
“Ohhhh, yes,” I moan, threading my fingers through hishair.
He takes one breast into his hand and squeezes my nipple, flicks it slowly with his broad, wet tongue, then slides his tongue down the curve of my breast. His hands trail down my back until he’s scooping me under my ass with both hands, kissing lower and lower. His hands clench and squeeze my ass like it’s the most natural thing in the world forhim.
When he gets to the waist of my skirt, he slides it up achingly slowly to reveal a little flash of my soaking wetpanties.
“Now you have until I slide these little panties off to tell me to stop,” he teases, pulling them down just an inch. He kisses me where my little strip of hair ends, then slides them down an inch farther, just past my slit, allowing the fabric to abrade myclit.
“Oh my god,” I moan softly, his thick, wet lips coming down on my slit. He peels my outer lips apart gently with his thumbs, exposing me. He kisses me softly there, sliding his tongue out, and pulls my lips apart more now so there is nothing between him and that one little sensitive, pulsingspot.
I look down as I feel a cool breeze on my upper thighs. He’s pulling my panties down, his gaze locked on my pussy, a possessive, hard look in hiseyes.
“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing my hips and diving between my legs. He spreads my inner lips apart now, exposingeverythingto him, pressing his hot tongue against my soaking, tight hole, then sweeps it up in one long, fluid motion. When his tongue — hard and stiff — connects with my clit, the entire world zooms in on me and Liam, and white, tense waves of please rock throughme.
“Oh God, oh God,” I choke and sob, the pleasure unrelenting and Liam unrelenting in his pursuit of it. I feel one thick finger sneak down below his lips as he keeps licking and sucking, sliding it into my pussy without a hint ofhesitation.
I moan again, the introduction of something inside me pushing me to a higher state of bliss. Another orgasm bears down on me as he twists and curls his finger up, hitting an uber-sensitive tuft of flesh, this time the orgasm coming from someplace deeper, making a fresh supply of desire spill from me. I can feel it coating his hand, his lips. The pressure inside my body now is radiating not just from my clenching, desperate insides, but now flowing back into me as though my body is sucking up extra sunshine, the waves of bliss flowing through me like jets in a jacuzzi. I twist this way and that way, desperate to hold off my next orgasm. He puts an arm over my belly to hold me still as he chuckles againstme.
“Liam, Liam, fuck, I don’t know if I can…I can’t take anymore, you’re going to make me cum again!” I whisper-scream, but he doesn’t stop and instead doubles down, introducing a second finger. It’s so dirty, and the way he is working my body almost feelssinister.
It feelstoo damngood.
He finally backs away and I close my eyes as he scoots over to me, scooping me into his lap, my body lying limply as he pulls me close to him, pushing my skirt down over my thighs again. He moves us so his back is up against thefence.
“Katherine! Where the hell areyou?”
My sister’s voice jolts me out of the moment, injecting me with a dose ofadrenaline.
“Shit! No, no,” I whisper as I jump out of Liam’s lap and rise to my knees, peeking over the fence behind us, trying to see through thetrees.
