My Father's Best Friend(9)

She dropped her blues to my chest, and I used my other hand to grip her chin and lift her face. "I said eyes on me!"

"It just seemed simpler than trying to hide where I was actually staying  and make it easier to get to know them." Her lips pursed. "Isn't that  what you convinced me I should do?" she asked stubbornly.

This whole situation had me on edge and I leaned my face down so I was  only a breath away, snarling, "Is that what you want, baby girl? To  sleep alone? To go to bed every night and dream about my mouth making  you come? My cock filling your soaked pussy?" Her face heated at my  words, but I wasn't done yet.

The position I had her in was pushing her tits into my chest and my rock  hard cock against her belly. I pressed a little more, emphasizing my  point. "Is that what you want, Lilah? Dreams of me, instead of the real  thing?"

"Um-well, I-" she stuttered. I cut her off, sealing my mouth over hers.  My tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing with hers and she moaned.

I couldn't fucking take it any longer. Between my anger and raging  desire, I lost my mind. With one hand at her waist, I lifted her onto  the desk, perfectly aligning our centers. Pulling on her arms and  arching her back even more, I palmed one of her tits, squeezing it in  rhythm with the plunges of my tongue.

I eventually tore my mouth away from hers and waited, panting, for her  to open her eyes. They were glazed and filled with fire. "You need to  keep quiet, Lilah. You don't want your daddy to hear me fucking his  little girl, do you?"

My words shattered her haze and she glanced at the door once more.  Setting her on her feet for a moment, I slapped her ass with a swift  crack. "I won't tell you again, Lilah," I barked, and her eyes shot back  to mine. I nodded, satisfied with her obedience and placed her back  onto the top of the desk. "Can you be silent?" I pushed as I tweaked a  rigid nipple. Her lips pressed into a straight line and she nodded.  "Good girl."

I let go of her wrists and put her palms down on the wooden surface so  they supported her position, back arched, tits thrust out. "These don't  move," I instructed harshly. "And, I want you watching everything I do  to you." I was out of fucking patience, and I didn't wait for her  agreement before shoving her blouse up and pulling down the cups of her  bra. My lips wrapped around one peak and I sucked it deep.         

     



 

I glanced up through my lashes and drank in the sight of her hooded eyes  watching me. I bit down lightly and she bit her bottom lip, turning it  white in her effort to stifle her moans. I needed a taste of her. In  record time, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, along with her  underwear, all the way off.

I pushed her legs open as wide as they would go and bent her knees,  setting her feet on the edge of the desk. My mouth immediately latched  on to her pussy, devouring her sweet nectar. I licked and sucked,  periodically driving my stiff tongue inside her, until she was vibrating  with tension.

My girl was loud and normally, I fucking loved it. But, I didn't want  anyone hearing her come but me, and I wasn't convinced she would be able  to hold it in. So, I reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth  before plunging a finger inside her and drawing her swollen clit between  my teeth. A few thrusts and I was proved right as my hand muffled her  scream while her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

I surged to my feet, unzipping my slacks and freeing my cock on the way.  Grabbing her naked ass, I lined up my dick and pulled her forward  roughly, impaling her until I was balls deep.

"Fuck!" I shouted before I realized what I'd done. Shit! Lilah giggled  and I glared at her, quieting us both by taking her mouth in a deep, wet  kiss. Her legs flew around me and my hips set a punishing pace,  thrusting in and out, fast and hard. "We have to hurry, baby girl," I  whispered against her lips. "Squeeze that tight little pussy. I need you  to come again."

She clenched her walls, milking my cock and it grew impossibly bigger,  aching with the need to let go. I was practically delirious with the  delicious pain, but coherent enough to suck on Lilah's sweet, rosy  nipples and pinch her hard little clit.

The feel of her pussy rippling around me as she came had my orgasm  barreling through me like a freight train, and I buried my face in  Lilah's neck to muffle my roar. Driving all the way in one last time, I  planted myself deep and my cock splashed my seed all over her womb. The  feeling seemed to set her off again and she bit down on my shoulder to  keep from screaming. My dick began to spurt even harder, filling her  until there was nothing left.

"Fuck, baby girl," I panted quietly. "I can't get enough of you. You're  coming home with me, and I don't want to hear another argument about  it."

A knock on the door had Lilah's head suddenly flying up, hitting me in the chin. "Son of bitch!" I yelped.

The door handle rattled. "Lilah?"





Chapter 8


Delilah


Hearing my father's voice as I was coming down from an intense orgasm,  with Ethan's come dripping out of me, was a wakeup call I could have  done without. We'd managed to get cleaned up and my clothes back on me  lightning fast, but I'd had no idea how to explain what we'd been doing  in there. Ethan had handled it for me after opening the door just enough  so he could step outside and speak to my father. He'd made some lame  excuse about me being emotionally overwhelmed, and when they walked  away, I'd escaped to the suite where he'd put my luggage to lie down for  a nap.

Between my fear of getting caught again and Ethan's anger, the decision  had been simple. I couldn't stay at my father's home for more than a few  days. The next morning, I explained it to him-as beautiful as his home  was and as much as I wanted to get to know him, I needed space for  myself. The plan was for me to enjoy the weekend with him and Lola  before moving in with my friend.

My father wanted to spend as much time with me as possible, and I was  starting to realize he wasn't quite the monster I'd built him up to be  in my head. He kept me busy all day Saturday and other than a quick text  to Ethan to let him know that I'd told my father I was moving on  Monday, I didn't have a chance to talk to him. I'd forgotten my phone in  my room before we'd left the house after breakfast and we hadn't made  it back until almost two o'clock in the morning. By then, I'd been  exhausted and had fallen asleep the moment I'd fallen into bed.

When I finally woke up, it was almost noon. I frantically reached for my  phone and found ten missed calls and a dozen text messages-all from  Ethan. I didn't take the time to read them or listen to the voicemails  he'd left, calling him instead. As the line rang on the other end, there  was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I called out.

The door opened and the ringing sound was in stereo, coming through my  phone and from across the room where Ethan stood. I hit the red button  to disconnect the call and leapt from my bed.         

     



 

"I'm so sorry," I cried out as I rushed towards Ethan.

"You damn well better be," he grumbled, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing tightly. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

"Never," I promised.

He released me, took a step backwards, turned, and locked the door. "The  only reason I'm able to be semi-rational right now is because you're  going to be in our home come Monday morning."

I gulped at the heat burning in his eyes and trembled when his hand moved to his belt and unbuckled it.

"Forty-one hours," he growled. "That's how long I went without seeing  you. Without hearing your voice. Without knowing if you were okay."

"I'm so so sorry," I apologized again, hating the pain I heard in his voice.

"I know you are. That's why I'm going to let you show me exactly how sorry you are."

I shivered at the sensual threat in his tone. He slid his zipper down,  pulling out his dick and fisting the hard length. "Come here."

I moved forward, instinctively dropping to my knees directly in front of  him. I'd never done this before, but I wanted to give Ethan whatever he  needed. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up.  "Open your mouth," he demanded, running the tip of his dick over my  lips.

I opened my mouth and licked my lips, my tongue darting out to flick at  the the drop of pre-come glistening at the tip. The salty smell of him  filled my senses, and my tongue coated him with saliva.

"Suck me, Lilah," he groaned.

I sucked him into my mouth, making him moan. I swallowed reflexively,  and his fingers clenched my scalp. He released another moan of pleasure,  igniting my confidence. He rocked back, and my tongue slid along the  underside of his shaft until only the head of his dick was between my  lips. Then I licked along his length, swirling my tongue round and  round. My eyes drifted shut, and he pulled away from me.