Filed to story: Help! I’m Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend Novel Free
“Please.”
He positions his cock head at my back hole. Unlike my p**sy, the ring of my sphincter denies his entrance at first. Well, Mr. Pink doesn’t fit in my ass, and I’ve never had a guy with such a massive cock f**k me there.
Mr. Collins sighs, fingers collecting my juice and smearing it over my puckered hole.
He’s gentle, nothing but rubbing for a while, and I relax, enjoy his sweet touching. A finger slips in, opening me. Then a second, stretching a little. I fidget beneath the lewd, dirty feelings of pleasure he draws out of me. Like isn’t even the word.
Ready now, he presses the tip of his dick against my ass, the ring of my hole yields, letting him in. Oh so slowly, he eases forward, inch by inch, until he’s buried in me. I’m taken, conquered, his in every way now.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I can’t believe how good it is. When he moves, f**king me in shallow thrusts, my p**sy creams, empty and neglected. Wanting.
“You okay, baby?” His tone is so soft and sweet. Concerned.
“So good. I love it.”
“Oh, babe.” He kisses me. Tender instead of the racing passion we had earlier.
“Can you f**k my p**sy too?” I’m a greedy whore. I admit it.
“Fingers?”
“I need something bigger.” Slutastic. That’s me.
He grabs Mr. Pink. “This?”
I nod.
“f**k. You’re a naughty girl, Harper.”
“But you like f**king a naughty girl. Your dirty little slut.”
“I love it.”
He shoves Mr. Pink into my p**sy and f**ks me slow like he’s f**king my ass. I bite my lip again so I don’t scream. I love double penetration. Having all my holes filled. A third cock would fit in my mouth, give me everything I could ever want. It waters at the thought of a hard dick against my tongue.
“Harper…”
“Hmm?”
He kisses me open-mouthed as we both ride the endorphins slowly toward completion.
No f**k-your-brains-out-s*x this time. We don’t want to make too much noise. And it seems Mr.
Collins wants to make himself last as long as possible. I come three times before he finally can’t hold out any longer and lets himself go.
He abandons Mr. Pink, grabs my hips and thrusts a dozen times before he surrenders. He comes in my ass, filling my back passage with his hot seed. His cock spasms more than seven times before it finally stops. I choke his shaft with my anal muscles. He swears, then chuckles quietly.
Mr. Collins withdraws so I can turn around and face him. We kiss, our limbs tangled in a lover’s embrace. I caress the side of his jaw. His five o’clock stubble feels rough against the smooth skin of my palm. I realize then that I’ve never cared for any man much as I care for him.
Of course I won’t tell him. I don’t want to scare him.
Mr. Collins will always hold a special place in my heart. He’s the first man I’ve ever fantasized about. When I masturbated for the first time, I imagined him fingering me. When my first boyfriend took my virginity, I closed my eyes and pictured Mr. Collins taking me.
It has always been Mr. Chris Collins. My fantasy man.
I want to say a thousand things to him about my feelings. My emotions. But I had better not. I don’t want to ruin the moment. And Mr. Collins seems to be the type of man who doesn’t convey his feelings with words. So we only kiss. And touch. And kiss again until we both fall asleep.
In the morning I wake and see Mr. Collins is gone. So is Mr. Pink. I figure he’s taken it as a souvenir and I don’t mind. Actually, it seems kind of sweet.
He probably wanted something to remind him of our encounter.
Either that or he wanted to use it on himself.
I giggle. Nah. Mr. Collins is too macho to do something like that.
Later, my parents drive me to Rhode Island and I’m heading off into the real world, living on my own for the first time.
And I can’t wait.
When I get to school I find out I’ve got a roommate who loves s*x, loves to experiment…
and we do…on each other. It doesn’t take long for me to realize college life is fun. I work hard and play harder.
I don’t date. I hate having boyfriends, because they always get all jealous and macho when I flirt with other men.