Filed to story: Help! I’m Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend Novel Free
“You’re amazing. I’ve dreamt about this for a long time. Having you like this. Inside me.”
His brown-eyed gaze settles on mine, an incredulous expression flashing across his face.
“You did?”
“f**k yeah. You didn’t?”
“I…” He gulps hard. “I thought about it. But I couldn’t entertain my fantasy. You’re forbidden.”
“Says who?”
“Your dad-“
I stop him. I don’t want to hear about my dad while filled with his dick. “Everybody has a secret, and this will be ours.” I choke his cock with my p**sy again.
He groans in response. Seems he can’t take being teased. “Shit. Baby. f**k.”
I wiggle beneath him. “Make me come again. You f**k me so good.”
Mr. Collins growls and hammers me with his cock, fast and hard, until I’m seeing butterflies swarming my vision. God. It’s heaven. I murmur, urging him to take me harder until a violent climax ambushes me. I drift into La-La land while he keeps his pace, retreating and advancing, filling me again and again.
When I finally float back to reality, I notice him grimacing, neck tight, face tense and I can tell he’s about to come.
“Come in my mouth. On my tits.”
He yanks free of my cunt and pumps his dick, pointing the head toward my chest. I open my mouth, tongue out, waiting for the delicious cream filling of my favorite ?clair. He strokes once. Twice. And spurts, jets of cum splatter my mouth, my chin and dribble down my neck. He cries as he comes. A grown man crying, the most beautiful music to my ears. I collect the cum with my finger and slip it between my lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor, the creamy texture. I love his essence and ease forward to suckle his cock until it has nothing left. As it softens, I release him.
I hold his gaze, tongue flicking out to capture any lingering drops of my new favorite treat.
“Thank you,” I whisper, lips brushing the sensitive skin. “For making my dream come true.”
He didn’t seem to expect my heartfelt thanks. He strokes my face, a gentle caress, and smiles before he excuses himself to get cleaned up in the bathroom.
I saunter in while he’s washing his hands in the sink and jump into the shower, letting the heat relax me even further.
Once done, I flick the curtain aside and realize Mr. Collins is gone.
No goodbye or anything.
But I hadn’t expected him to hang around, either. I bet deep down he was still rattled with my scheming to get him into my bed. Maybe he regrets falling for the temptation I presented.
f**king his best friend’s daughter. What a dirty old man.
But I have no regrets. I got what I’d wanted for so long.
I am a devious little slut.
Time moves on and days pass without a hint of Mr. Collins stopping by.
Mom invites him for the usual Sunday dinner, but he declines, always saying he has errands.
I rather miss him. It would be nice to see him one last time before I start my first semester at Brown.
The night before I leave for college, I wake in the middle of the night and find someone in my bed. A hand covers my mouth before I can scream. Eyes wide, I can’t see a thing in the blackness surrounding me. Heart pumping, I can’t hear anything other than the thundering in my ears.
“Ssh. It’s me,” he whispers.
My heart skips a beat. Mr. Collins! In my bed!
Thank you, s*x fairy.
I grope in the darkness and grab his face, crushing my lips to him, kiss with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed, taking everything that I’d missed. Thank f**k, he kisses me back. Our tongues tangle, tasting and savoring until I want to melt like butter. Our breath is ragged when we finally part our lips.
He caresses my cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear on you. I was confused.
Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out what happened. But I can’t get you out of my mind. I had to see you one last time before you go. Feel this p**sy around my cock. One time, baby. Let me have it.” His voice is tempting, soft and alluring. My p**sy aches and grows heavy with each whispered word.
I sniffle. “I was kinda hoping I’d see you before I left too.”
Mr. Collins smiles, brushes his lips across mine, making my heart flutter like a butterfly.
Eyes now accustomed to the dark, I look around my room. My door is still locked from the inside. How had he snuck in?
He must have read my confusion. His voice is low, probably so he won’t wake my parents sleeping in the master bedroom down the hall. “Your window is open.”