Claiming Her Best Friend’s Father

‎"Arghhh... Mmm..."

‎"Please don't stop," I moaned, my head throwing back into the pillows as my eyes rolled in pleasur

‎"You're really talented with this, Daddy," I panted, the words tumbling out of me like a plea.

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‎I lay across the bed, my legs spread wide for him. Charles, my best friend's father qahad his head between my thighs, his tongue working magic on my wet pussy.

‎Suddenly, he stopped. He slid up my body and looked down at me, a devious smirk playing on his lips.

‎"Should I stop, Maya?" he teased, his dark eyes locked onto mine.

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‎I bit my bottom lip, desperation rising in my chest. A soft "No" escaped my throat. "Please don't stop... I want you to fuck me already," I whispered, gripping the sheets.

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‎Instead of answering, Charles leaned down and captured my mouth. He savored my lips in a deep kiss. I closed my eyes, melting into the heat as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I had dreamed about this exact moment for months, and I couldn't believe it was finally happening.

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‎He dragged his lips away from mine, tracing a trail of burning kisses down my jaw and straight to my neck.

‎"Mmm... Arghhh, Daddy..." I moaned out loud.

‎"I want you so badly," his deep voice came out hoarse with desire.

‎I clamped my thighs against his waist, feeling myself getting soaking wet underneath him. In one smooth movement, Charles used his large hand to drag down the strap of my silk nightdress, completely exposing my boobs to the cool air of the room.

‎His eyes darkened as he stared down at me. "These look bigger than the last time I saw you, Maya."

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‎His voice sounded so sexy that I bit my lip again, heat rushing through my entire body.

‎Without another word, his warm tongue went straight to my left breast, nibbling and sucking on my boobs, while his other hand reached over to pinch and roll my right nipple.

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‎"Ahm... Ahh!" I cried out, arching my back into his touch.

‎Then, heavy footsteps echoed right outside the bedroom door.

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‎"Mmmhh... Charles, we have to stop," I gasped between moans, panic suddenly mixing with the pleasure. "Someone is coming!"

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‎"They can fuck off," Charles growled against my skin, refusing to lift his head as he continued biting down softly on my boobs.

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‎"Arhhhg... Daddy, please!"

‎Knock. Knock.

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‎The door handle jiggled violently from the outside.

‎In a flash, Charles lifted his heavy body, grabbed a handful of my nightdress, and pulled it back over my chest. He pressed his broad hand firmly over my mouth, pinning me flat against the mattress.

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‎"Dad? Are you in there?" Christie’s voice called out from the other side of the thin wood. "I thought I heard someone talking."

‎My heart pounded against my ribs. Charles didn't flinch. He leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his hips pressing heavy between my thighs as he whispered, "Don't make a sound, sugar."

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