Page 10 of Pining for Dad's Friend On Halloween
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Bailey
My body is tingling,a soft floating sensation swirling throughme.
“Do you want me?” David asks, his jawstern.
“Yes, I do,” I breathe. “I wantyou.”
I put my arms around him, kissing his beautiful face, his soft lips, as he picks me up and lays down. He wraps his strong arms around me and makes a trail of kisses from behind my ear to my shoulders, then slides my top off as he takes one of my breasts in his hand and licks my nipple, swirls his tongue around it, then pulls his cock out of hispants.
A bright white, nearly unbearable heat radiates from my nipple outward, sending sweet, soft ripples into my clit. I’m soaked as he pushes me onto my back again, every movement of his body purposeful. When I’m on my back again I lose myself in him as his fingers slide my lips apart and he makes a long, broad lick from my wet hole to my clit, swirling there, sliding, hard and fast and then slow and smooth and back again. The sensation of having his soft tongue undulate against my clit is life-changing. I feel a thick finger slide inside me as his lips encircle my clit, the soft suckling motion of his lips, combined with the strength of his thick finger fucking me, bringing me to thebrink.
“Oh fuck, David, I’m coming, fuck,” I groan, my fingers grasping at the sheets, my brows knittingtogether.
He screws his thick finger in and out of me slowly as though I’m too tight for him to go any faster, the friction against my walls making me shudder, slowly making my brain unravel, his tongue now working in tandem with his hand. I feel him slip a second finger into me, but this one slides into my ass, first resting against the tightness of the band, then sliding forward to match the rhythm of the finger that’s snug inside mypussy.
I laugh giddily at how dirty and filthy David is. He’s just a mild-mannered attorney from Scarsdale but he has a wickedside.
“Do you like your ass played with, baby?” he groans softly, wild pure masculinity rolling throughhim.
I scream, buck my hips, and come again, harder this time, the fullness of being penetrated in both holes a new feeling that makes me feel like a dirty little sexkitten.
I feel a gush of heat explode from inside me as my legs shake and I come, my juices leaking out of me and coating his hand. I can’t help my hips from bucking and he doesn’t let go. His singular focus is on making my bed look like it’s been hung up in a rain storm, but still he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of me. He kisses up my body, grazing his teeth against mynipple
“Oh my god,” I mewl desperately as his finger curls up inside me and strokes something I never knew was there. It’s a new feeling, something tender and soft instead of the heady, sharp feeling of having his tongue flicker against my clit. I feel his finger slide out of my pussy and he stands at the edge of the bed, strokinghimself.
Out of instinct I scoot forward, biting mylip.
“You’re going to put that in me?” I rasp. My voice soundsdifferent.
“Are you ready?” He whispers, putting his lips againstmine.
“Yeah,” I say. There’s no doubt in mymind.
“I have to get it nice and wet for you,” he rasps. “Nice and fuckingwet."
He pulls away from me as a smile plays on his lips and he pushes me down, sliding his cock through my slippery folds without penetrating me. I watch with rapt attention, my clit buzzing up and down his length, until at long last he slides his big cock forward, slicing through me with the achingly slow, teasing pace we’ve be dancing with allnight.
“Never wanted this pretty pussy fucked?” he growls, rolling his cut hips as his big, swollen cock slips and rides against my fold. He smears the thick precum that’s dribbling out of the tip in fat pearls against my clit, making me moan and clench myjaw.
“Not enough to let anyone fuck me,” Imoan.
He finally slides all the way in, the immense fullness penetrating all of me, the feeling of fullness and heaviness obliterating everything else. He scoops me up, his big muscles flexing around me as he pulls me against hischest.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he groans against my ear, his voice tender but possessive, “you’re so fucking perfect. I want to do this every fuckingday.”
“Let’s just do one thing at at time, baby,” I whisper, pushing his hair away from his forehead. “Maybe we can go out together some time. You could visitme.”
“Atschool?”
“Uh huh,” I gruntsoftly.
He slides out of me, teases my opening, then slices back in. My head falls back and he slips his hand behind my head, cradling me and holding me tight against hischest.
“I would fucking love that,” he whispers. “Bailey, I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for years and I can finally breathe again. It doesn’t make anysense.”
I exhale a shaky breath and my fingers dig into his back as he rocks me, pumping harder and harder into me with every stroke. He presses his lips to mine and he opens his mouth slowly, kissing me tenderly as his lips notch againstmine.
