Page 20 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad
He groaned, his hand stroking faster and faster. Fascinated, I watched the way he touched himself. It was mostly short, fast strokes along the tip.
“Fuck. I’m there.” White, creamy cum shot out, hitting me on the chest. He kept stroking, and each time, more cum sprayed until my breasts were dripping with it. “Lick the rest.” He pushed his dick toward my mouth. Not sure whether I’d like it, I was too caught up to refuse. At first, I tentatively wrapped my lips around his tip.
“Yes. God.”
Emboldened, I sucked his dick into my mouth. It was smaller, softer, and tasted salty.
“Jesus fuck.” He sank back onto the couch.
I released him and waited.
Finally, his eyes popped open. “You’re a fucking natural.” He took my arm, hauling me up onto the couch and kissing me hard. “Now it’s my turn to feast, and you’re going to ride my face.”
7
Brett
Turns out I wasn’t that strong. At least not stronger than my dick when it came to Miranda. If there’d been a moment when I could have let smarter minds prevail, it vanished the minute she said she wanted to suck my dick. And while having a woman who knew what she was doing around a dick was generally ideal, the idea that my dick was the first one in her mouth was a turn-on I’d never experienced.
Fucking Miranda was wrong, but at this moment and time, I didn’t give a fuck. Instead, I justified it by telling myself that Lindsay would never know. Like Miranda said, “a moment away from real life.” So as long as what happened at the cabin stayed at the cabin, everything would be alright. No harm, no foul.
Right now, I wanted to drink in that sweet pussy of hers and I wanted to do it with her riding my face. Her expression was a mixture of excitement and nerves. That told me she hadn’t ever ridden a man’s face before but she was willing to try.
If I had doubts about her being a virgin before, I was pretty sure that question was answered now. Guilt tried to nag at me. I had nothing to offer Miranda except a few mind-blowing orgasms while we were here. A woman who waited until her twenties to sleep with a man was usually saving herself for love, if not marriage.
But Miranda was game for our sexual encounter last night and tonight. She never said she was a virgin when I asked. So I pushed away any guilt about taking her virginity and focused on how fucking hot it was to think about all the things I could teach her.
First, I grabbed a napkin from the tray to wipe her off. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” Before she could answer, I tugged her to the plush rug in front of the fire. I lay spooned behind her, my dick nestled against her ass cheeks.
She came willingly. There was something sweet about her innocence and apparent trust. My guilt tried to rear its ugly head again, but I pushed it away.
“Are you aching?” I asked as I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her dripping wet. She moaned and arched in response.
I lay on my back. “Straddle me.” I used the commanding voice I’d used when I had her suck my cock.
Her expression was tentative, but she complied.
“I want you to scoot up until your pussy is over my face.”
“Are you sure?”
I pressed my hands on her ass to urge her on. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
As she moved over me, the scent of her sex filled my nostrils and my dick thickened. Before she left tomorrow, I’d be inside that pussy again, I vowed.
I looked up at her, wanting to reassure her. Taking her hips in my hands, I pulled her down as I lifted my head and slid my tongue through her pussy.
“Oh, God.” She gasped, her hips jerking. Her hands covered mine on her hips. “Brett!”
Hell yeah. Nothing better than hearing my name on a woman’s lips when she’s experiencing pleasure.
I focused on the job at hand, giving her pussy the feasting of a lifetime. I sucked and licked. I thrust my tongue inside her as my nose flicked over her clit. It didn’t take long for her to come. She cried out again and her juices flowed. I drank it all like a man dying of thirst.
As her body went lax, I maneuvered her until she was lying on the plush rug, her breathing still labored.
For a moment, I watched her, and a strange sense of calm settled inside me. Perhaps it was because I knew our secret would be safe. Or maybe it was because she was so open to exploring the physical attraction between us. Or maybe it was something else... but I didn’t want to look at it too closely.
