SOLD TO MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER (IV)

Logic screamed she should've bolted from that hotel room the instant she'd stepped inside. Her inner feminist branded him a sexist pig, a leering geezer, urging a smack and a swift exit. But her flesh, her hunger, overruled it all, and she clambered onto the mattress, curling sideways with thighs clamped, peeking through lazy-lidded eyes as he rose and shed every stitch. Even fresh from her mouth's work, his cock stirred rigid once more, his stare never straying as garments pooled at his feet.

His build packed muscle, shoulders spanning wide, chest fur and the treasure trail below a thicket of coarse dark strands, just sparse silvers dotting through. She inhaled sharp, mind flooding with images of that firm, sculpted form blanketing hers, coarse hairs rasping her silk. Mr. Stone bore no resemblance to her peers; he carried age, edge, threat. Beside him, they resembled yapping pups.

He closed in on the bed, eyes igniting with relish as hers stretched saucer-wide. Unbeknownst to her, that blend of fear and thrill on her features hooked him deep. Her lithe, tempting form splayed for him already stirred him plenty, but her choice to linger, to surrender her purity, her spark at the idea? It set his veins ablaze.

"On your back," he ordered, grinning at her in a way that made her entire body tingle. It wasn't a nice smile, it was an arrogant one. The kind that said he had no doubt that she would do exactly what he told her to. "And spread your legs."

Flipping supine and baring herself to him stirred a potent mix of allure and raw exposure. Sensations she'd grown accustomed to under his watch, in this space. Almost as if those twin pulls were his sole aim for her.

"Beautiful," he murmured under his breath and he looked her up and down, and she flushed with pleasure. She felt beautiful when he looked at her that way. Desirable. Invincible.

And scared out of her mind as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, his arms creating a cage for her upper body while his knees rested between her legs. She could no longer close her thighs to him even if she wanted to. As if realizing that looming over her was frightening her more than it was turning her on, Mr. Stone pulled back so that his weight was no longer resting on his hands.

Of course, that just meant his hands were free to touch her. Riley moaned as he cupped them over her ribcage, just beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes as he began to slide them up, cupping her breasts in his palms. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing and his quick intake of air as he squeezed the ample mounds. Arching her back, she stifled her moan, for some reason not wanting him to know how incredibly good it felt. As if that would give him more power over her, when he already had all the power in the world.

Then something wet and hot engulfed one of her sensitive nipples and her eyes flew open. The bristles on his chin scraped against her flesh as he suckled at her breast, and her hands flew down to hold his head against her. He nipped, pulled, licked, and gently bit down on the tender nub. Beneath him her body was moving, writhing, unable to remain still as the sensual need between her legs began to grow and grow with every seductive pull of her nipple.

When he moved his mouth away she cried out in disappointment until his lips closed around her other nipple. The abandoned one was left chilled and wet in the cool air of the hotel room, a sharp contrast to the moist heat that was surrounding her previously neglected on. Riley found herself running her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, over his chest and back, wherever she could reach. She'd never felt the compulsion to touch a man like this; normally she just allowed them to touch her, to pant over her body, while she remained in control.

No chance of that happening here. Mr. Stone was playing her senses like an instrument, with all the finesse of an experienced musician. She was completely OUT of control, a slave to the sensations he was awakening inside of her. Even when she'd masturbated and made herself cum on her own she hadn't felt this cacophony of sensations, this aching, throbbing need to be touched. Before it had always been a kind of clinical exercise; certainly not the heart-pounding, breath-taking, pussy-spasming indulgence she was now experiencing for the first time. The way Mr. Stone was manipulating her breasts wasn't with the eagerness of a guy who thought his toys might be taken away at any moment, no it was with the arrogance of a man who was going to play as long as he liked because he knew that it would turn the woman beneath him into a pile of melting lust.

"Oh god... Mr. Stone..." Riley gasped as he bit down on her nipple again and released it.

"Yes Riley?" his voice practically purred. He squeezed her breasts hard, watching as she arched and writhed.

"Touch me," she begged.

"I am touching you."

"More... please... more..." She spread her legs wider, hating his chuckle and, at the same time, not caring if he would just touch that aching wetness that was becoming the entire center of her world.

"Tell me to touch your pussy."

"PLEASE touch my pussy."

His body weight shifted, moving downwards, and then his hands had left her breasts and were pressing on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide open so that he could gaze onto the glistening wet lips of her pussy as they parted. Riley's face turned bright red. She had wanted him to touch her, not look at her. Somehow his rapt gaze on her most private body parts made this entire situation so much more real, giving her time to collect her thoughts again and realize that her best friend's father's face was inches away from her virginal feminine flesh.

About to protest, her words came out in a garbled yelp as he leaned forward and pressed his open mouth to her pussy, tongue flicking out and licking up the center of her slit. It felt heavenly as he applied all of his oral skills to her, taking the time to slowly lick and taste her. This was normally something guys did to try and get into her pants and she realized wildly that this time she would be following it through to the conclusion. With Mr. Stone.

Burying her fingers in his dark locks, she bucked against him as he pried her pussy lips apart and began a concentrated assault on her extremely sensitive inner lips, working his way up to her swollen clit. The rasp of his tongue was like a firebomb inside of her body, sending her spiraling towards the climax that she was aching for.

"Oh god! Mr. Stone!"

To her utter dismay he moved away, licking the shiny gloss of her honey off of his lips. The expression on his face was pure masculine smugness. "Virgins taste sweet."

"Please, I'm so close," she begged, running her own hands down to touch her swollen flesh, groaning as he grabbed her wrists and planted them down on either side of her head, the long, hard length of his body coming down on top of her. Her heart stuttered as she realized that she could feel the head of his cock nudging against her virginal flesh, her pupils dilating in excitement.

"Oh no," he murmured, kissing her lips so that she could taste herself. Something she'd never allowed any other guy to do. "You're going to be creaming yourself all over my cock when you cum, Riley, and not before."

The crude words made her moan as her body yearned for the completion of the visual he painted. Yes... she wanted him inside of her while she came, wanted to feel him moving, splitting her open. Riley had never masturbated using anything that penetrated her body because she'd always wanted to feel that moment of her hymen giving way to a man's insistent cock. And now that moment was finally upon her.