Page 11 of Pining for Dad's Friend On Halloween
“I don’t know what tonight is,” I whisper against his mouth. I smile as he pullsaway.
“I do, baby,” he whispers. I feel my pussy clench and a burst of precum shoots inside me. “Are you onanything?”
“Pill,” I say, digging my fingers into his back. “Fuck me, David. Hard. I wantit.”
“You’re a dirty girl,” he groans, his lips popping open as he fists my hair. “Only for me,right?”
He tugs my hair possessively, sending a pulse through my clit, and puts me on my back to jackhammer into me with his hand on my hip, gripping me and making his cock take root, planted deep insideme.
He comes with a shuddering roar, pressed up against the deepest part of me as he shoots, a twinkling feeling of pressure and heat and warmth radiating through me. I lose track of myself as this big, perfect man comes down from the confluence of our pleasure, a huffing chuckle cracking through his masculine display ofpleasure.
He collapses next to me and scoops me up, his chest slick with a sheen of sweat. I nuzzle against him and feel a sense of total completion as he strokes my hair, places sweet kisses on my face, and hold me until I’m not the brink ofsleep.
Outside the windows, thunder roars, but inside me, next to David, it’s allpeace.
“This is just the beginning, baby,” he says, pressing a final kiss to myforehead.
