My Dad’s Bossy Friend Read Online Penny Wylder

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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I want everything in this moment. I want his mouth on me, his cock inside, his nimble fingers on my soft... everything. My appetite for this man is endless. My head feels like it’s spinning as he drags a wet finger up to my folds. I startle when he finally makes contact with my most sensitive spot, sliding over me, drawing figure eights with greater and greater pressure until I sling a leg over his hips, moving my body with his rhythm, urging him to keep going, never stop.

“I’m getting close,” I pant, running my fingers through his hair, looking at him as he looks at me. He smirks and kisses me. “Not without me,” he says, and then the bastard breaks contact. I’m about to protest when I realize he’s getting up on his knees and stripping off his tee shirt. He reaches down and quickly undoes his belt, awkwardly fumbling on the bed to remove his boxers and jeans. Kent is on his knees and his cock is hard, jutting out at me. He strokes himself from the base to the tip and back down again. He’s putting on a show. He reaches down to my entrance again and coats his fingers in my juices, then uses that hand to touch himself with short strokes at the crown. I watch as he gets harder. As the head of his cock swells and darkens, how his pec muscles jump under his tanned skin. And the whole time his eyes are on me. Watching how I react, enjoying the look of hunger that’s so apparent on my face.

I’ve seen him naked probably thousands of times already, but still, every time it takes my breath away. Mine, the animal inside me roars. That perfect body is mine: to taste, to touch, to use for my pleasure, to put babies inside me and to protect me.

Finally he lies down beside me on his side, his head just inches from mine on the pillow. He runs a hand over my inner thigh and then pulls it back so it’s resting over his hip. In this position he can easily enter me, and he wastes no time, guiding his cock inside me, slowly. His face transforms as he goes, and I relish this moment, seeing just how much he needs this as I do.

He’s gentle at first, making sure I’m comfortable, trying not to jostle me too much. This is what it’s been like for a couple of months since I really started showing. No matter how often I’ve told him he can’t hurt me or the baby, he starts off tentatively, as if I’m made of glass. But it never lasts. He’s moving in slow strokes. I can feel every inch of him, and when he angles himself slightly lower, he scrapes over my g-spot again and again. A benefit of pregnancy. Everything in my body is more sensitive, and fucking me like this, I could come in seconds.

“Harder, Kent,” I urge him on, and I can feel his rhythm falter. He’s at war with himself. The protector in him wants to go slow, keep me safe, but the animal inside him, I know what he wants. And I know that animal, that feral lover, will eventually win.

“I want you to feel good,” he says through gritted teeth. “I want this for you.”

But his actions belie his words, and his hand on my breast is squeezing, hard. He starts thrusting faster, and my tits bounce as he penetrates me, and I know that makes him even more turned on.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So damn hot.”

He takes my chin in his hand and turns my face toward his. He devours my mouth, and I feel his stubble scraping my face, and I feel his hand almost painfully squeezing my breast, and I’m about to come undone. I can’t hear the ocean in the distance, or any sounds from the street. Everything is muffled as I start to rise, as my body builds toward an exquisite release. Faster and faster he hits me in just the right spot, and it’s inevitable now.

“Oh shit,” I moan. “I’m coming, Kent. Don’t stop.”

His hand is in my hair, our foreheads are pressed together, and as the first wave breaks over me, my vision blacks out momentarily, but when it comes back, I see Kent’s s eyes, still staring at me. My body shakes as pleasure sweeps through me, and then seconds later I see the same on Kent’s face. He thrusts into me a final, hard time, and then goes rigid. I feel his hot cum pulsing into me. And though his lips are closed tight, the sound coming from deep inside him is loud, filling the room, rumbling in his chest so I feel the vibration against my body.


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