Her Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 25

“Are you sure?”

“I need it!” I scream.

Then his cock is sliding into me. I’m already wet, but this angle pushes him deeper, which I didn’t think

was possible. He’s stretching me to the edge of pain, but I wouldn’t stop him for the world. Everything is

burning, fiery, blissful. My mind is full of white fire.

Then he’s moving, rocking forward and back, making stars appear. His hand is in my hair, and it hurts a

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I feel a little spurt of fire that tells me that his pre-come has already shot out.

“Give it to me,” I demand.

A spank lands on my right ass cheek.

“I can feel it.” He spanks me again. “I’ll give you as much or as little as I want.”

I drop my head down as he loosens his grip on my hair. His hands are on my shoulders now. He’s

slamming me backwards every time that he rocks forward. I’m helpless here on this bed, totally at his

mercy. He’s thrusting into me almost hard enough to hurt.

Then I feel fire unleashed inside of my body. The feeling of his hot seed inside of my body and the

thought of him getting pregnant make me orgasm again, my muscles pulsing around his cock.

He holds me right there as he empties himself inside of me.

“Stay there.” He withdraws from me. I feel him leaking out of me, dripping down my thigh. I can hear

him going into my bathroom to get a towel to wipe me up.

I’m exhausted. He comes back and tucks the towel between my legs before pulling me into his arms

and putting me in the shower.

He turns on the warm spray. He soaps up his hand and cleans me between my thighs, his eyes on

mine.

At first, it’s functional. But it turns dirty when he very thoroughly cleans my clit. He pays so much

attention to it that I come again in the shower, trapped by his body against the tile.

Then he washes the rest of me and himself. We get another two towels and wrap up.

We go to my bed. His heavy arm circles around me. I feel very warm, safe, and happy. We’re naked

besides the towels, but I’m so tired that I drift off in just a few moments.

Rude Wake-Up Call

Lincoln

“Get away from my little girl, you fucker.”

I open my eyes. Jack is in Camilla’s bedroom.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I check that the sheet is covering both of us.

“I had a feeling that you’d be here, you piece of shit.”

“Can you turn around? We’re naked.”

I can see pure fury blaze in his eyes, but he turns around.

I find my clothes. Her dress from last night is ruined. I get dressed. I pull a dress from her closet and

help her put it on.

“We’re getting married.” I announce it like it’s a done deal, because it is. She’s mine, end of story. No

need to ask.

“Over my dead body,” he snaps, his back still turned.

“Dad, I’m an adult now. I don’t need your approval to marry anybody. And you’ve already cut me off, so

there aren’t a lot more cards to play.”

“What about school? What about the college experience? You’re going to marry an old man without

ever experiencing what you should.”