Best Friend’s Daddy – Forever Daddies Read online Victoria Snow

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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She was already wet, and everything in me screamed to make her even wetter, to have her soaked and sobbing as she came before I fucked her and made her come again…

Jesus Christ, I wanted her so badly my head was spinning with it. She looked good enough to eat, and fucking hell, I was starving for her.

But this was one dessert that was off-limits.

“We can’t,” I reminded her.

“But we want to,” Stevie pointed out. She pressed herself against me, grinding her hips slowly, her hands sliding up my chest.

Jesus Christ. She was warm against me, her curves—

Stevie speared her fingers through the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head down so that our mouths were only an inch apart. “You’ve got a little whipped cream on your face,” she whispered, and then her tongue came out, delicate as a kitten, and licked my mouth, moaning at the taste.

That little moan did me in. It could be wrong. I could think of a dozen reasons why it was wrong, why we shouldn’t, but I couldn’t handle it any more. I had to have her.

I got my hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter. Stevie squeaked in surprise, her hands landing on my shoulders, and she gasped as I shoved her legs open. I smirked as I kissed her, feeling her shudder. I had always enjoyed working out and after Virginia left it had given me another thing to focus on, to help distract me as the restaurant floundered, and now it was paying off. Stevie sure as fuck seemed to appreciate my ability to pick her up.

Fuck, I couldn’t stop kissing her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and licking right in, tasting her, making her moan and suck on it. I could easily imagine her sucking on my cock like that…how much experience did she have? Would I have to teach her how? The idea sent another thrill through me. I wanted to guide her, teach her how to please me.

It was like I was on fire, like I had a fever, unable to stop as I kissed her over and over again. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing, fingering the lace, rubbing, pinching, seeing how she responded—and she did respond, deliciously, eager and moaning for me like she’d been on edge all night.

Mmmm, given what she was wearing and how she’d seen me with Virginia, maybe she had been. It was amusing, and endearing, to know that Stevie had been protective of me, and envious of Virginia. As if she had anything to worry about. She was so much better than Virginia, and I couldn’t wait to prove it to her.

“Be a good girl,” I whispered, “and be nice and loud for me.”

Stevie whimpered. “Y-yes, sir.”

Oh, fuck, I liked when she called me that. “Say that again,” I growled, barely recognizing my own voice.

“Yes, sir, I’ll be a good girl for you, sir.”

That was music to my ears. I kissed her a final time, then slid down onto my knees, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder.

Stevie moaned a little as I breathed over her soaked pussy, seeing the black fabric of her lingerie practically dripping with how much she wanted me. It was intoxicating, better than any kind of alcohol.

“You’re so desperate baby, aren’t you?” I asked her. I massaged her thighs, kissing the soft skin there, nipping a little with my teeth, making her jolt. “You ever had anyone do this to you before?”

Stevie bit her lip, shaking her head.

“Well that’s just a fucking shame. We’ll have to fix that.” I sucked on a mouthful of her, then bit at her lower stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

Stevie gave another helpless noise, her hips hitching up towards me. Yes, that’s it, I thought, fuck she wanted it so badly.

I teased her for a bit, biting and kissing, touching her everywhere except where she really wanted me. Stevie tugged at my hair with one hand, the fingers of her other hand digging into the stainless steel counter as best she could. Only when she was actively squirming, trying to shove her hips up into my mouth, did I finally start to touch her—through the lace.

Stevie let out a soft cry, panting as I rubbed the flat of my tongue against her, still not quite the skin to skin contact I knew she was craving. I ever so lightly bit down on her clit and Stevie let out a sob, shuddering.

“Michael—Michael please,” she begged. She sounded so very pretty when she did that. “Please, please, please—”

“Look at you, poor desperate baby.” I massaged her thighs, then hooked my fingers in her underwear. “You need it so badly.”

“I—I do, I really—please—”

“Well. Since you asked so nicely.” I yanked her underwear down—nearly ripped it—and then finally got my mouth on her properly, licking into her, through her folds, lapping at her clit.


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