My Stepfather’s Best friend 2

I slipped my hands to the back of his neck, threading upwards into his hair, fingers grazing his scalp, overwhelmed from ecstasy, from the heat of him. While I used my other hand to support myself. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up, I just wanted him to fuck me out or at least touch me.

My skirt was all up to my waist now, the red laced panties I had on, soaked from my need for him. I didn’t noticed when my hips started rolling into him, grinding the spot where I ached the most on his bulge.

“Look at you, so fucking needy for me,” he growled.

“Please...Sloan,” I pleaded, “Please just fuck me.”

“Not yet baby,” he said, he voice low. “Not.... yet...” he whispered and just when it felt like I was going to lose my mind from desperation, he slipped his fingers down the waistband of my lace panties and rubbed vigorously on my overly stimulated clit.

“Fuck, Oh my God—” I threw my head back, eyes rolling.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, sliding two fingers into my swollen pussy, curling in the right spot, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Fuck, baby just like that, mhmm,” I moaned loud, hip rolling back and forth into his fingers, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss to stiffen my moans.

“Baby, quiet, someone might hear,” he said as he kept thrusting his fingers inside me.

“I can’t stif—” He kissed me again, but that didn’t stop me either. I really couldn’t stifle my moans, his fingers felt perfect inside me.

“Your fingers feels so good, inside me,” I cried out and bit my lips to hold the sounds escaping my mouth.

He dropped to his knees, planted a kiss on my swollen kiss and drew a slow long torturous line with his tongue, savouring my taste. “Please—don’t tease me like that or I’m going to lose my — Fuck, Sloan....” the moan tore out of my throat in an instant.

His mouth, tongue, lips were devouring, lapping, sinking into my wet hole all at once and I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped my lips.

“Sloan, Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” I begged, my voice slightly muffled. I gripped his hair slightly, leaning more into his tongue, riding his face in chase for pleasure.

“Mhmm,’ he growled at the gesture, the sound vibrating against my pussy making me shiver with need.

He looked up me as he lapped his tongue firmer on my clit and I looked down at him. “Yes, yes, I’m so close, don’t stop.” I nodded frantically.

He added two fingers inside my pussy as his tongue swirled perfectly on my clit. “Oh, my fucking God, Sloan!” I cried out as the orgasm tore through my body.

My legs shook so hard he had to hold me in place so I don’t fall off. I gripped his hair tighter, he didn’t pull out either, I came right on his tongue. He didn’t stop fucking me with tongue, he worked me through the aftershocks, licking me clean.

He stood, eyes wild before capturing my mouth in a kiss, he kissed me, making sure I got a taste of my cum and I fucking loved that.

I threw my arms over his shoulder and pulled him closer, tasting every bit of me on his lips and tongue. He pulled away and proceeded to button my shirt.

I watched him, he was beautiful like that. He worked the first button to the very last ones, sparing the last too so I don’t feel too clustered or hot.

He adjusted my skirt, stood me up and held just enough to hold my balance the he kissed me again.

A frown crept into my face and he seemed to notice.

 “What’s the problem?” he asked brushing his thumb on my jaw.

“It’s just...It’s a Saturday tomorrow and I know I won’t see you till next week.” I pouted.

He just smiled softly. “Let’s go home first.” He cooed.

****

It was a Saturday today and also my birthday but I didn’t think too much about it because to me, it really was just another regular weekend.

Another weekend without Sloan.

I sighed and stepped out from the bathroom. My mom and Dad had called to apologise again but I really didn’t mind. I threw on an Oversized T-shirt, no underwear.

I headed to the kitchen to make myself cereal when the doorbell rang. My stomach twisted and for a moment, I felt excited but it died down quickly. I didn’t let myself think too much so I don’t get disappointed.

I ran to get the door. I opened it. It wasn’t him. I hissed again.

The delivery man handed me a huge pink box—flashy and expensive tied in a darker pink satin bow. I took it and tipped him, still in surprise.

I didn’t order anything?

I took it to the counter and tugged at the bow once and it came off easily.

Inside were a:

MacBook Pro

IPad pro

IPhone 17

 A silver Rolex wristwatch

Pur Oud Louis Vuitton

A velvet jewellery box with expensive statement pieces.

And a letter in Sloan’s handwriting.

A smile crept into my face and for a moment, I thought I would explode from gratitude. He remembered. I breathed, staring at the gift, completely overwhelmed. They were all so expensive and beautiful, things I had always wanted. A tear escaped my eyelids, streaming down my cheeks. The tears flowed freely now, almost like I couldn’t contain it. I was crying...then I laughed. A big grin spread across my face, and I let out a sob-laugh. It felt like I was one big happy mess.

A few minutes later, I wiped off my tears with one hand and picked up my phone with another.

My hands shook as I texted him.

“Hey,”

“Hey,” he replied.

“You remembered,” I said.

“Did I ever forget?”

“Come over, please.” I begged. “I need to see you.”

“Oh?” he replied with an eye roll emoji.

“You’re not coming?” My brow furrowed into disappointment.

“Are you gonna open the door or what?”

I ran to the door, still in T-shirt, no panties.

Sloan stood their in jeans and t-shirt, looking effortlessly handsome as always. He held a bouquet of red roses in his left hand, a soft smile stretching across his face. “Happy Birth—”

I crashed into him, lips on his, my arms wrapped instantly around his neck. I kissed him like I’d been starving for him, for years.

And I have.

He hummed into my mouth kicked the door shut with his foot, dropped the bouquet and kissed me back with as much desperation and need, matching my own—deep, sloppy, needy, tongue fucking my mouth like he owned it. Owned me.

He grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer into him till there wasn’t the slightest inch of space left between us. I melted into him, fingers grazing his hair and the back of his neck. He slipped his fingers down to grab my ass.

“No panties?” I didn’t let him answer before capturing his lips again. He grabbed my ass tightly, his fingers digging into the bare flesh and I squirmed, aroused by the contact.

In one smooth move, he lifted me up and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, arms still tied firmly around his neck, his lips never leaving mine. He kissed me as we made our way for stairs.

He held me in place with one hand and pushed the handle of my door with one hand. He walked in, staggering, with me still hung to his body like a leech. I didn’t want him to pull away from me, ever.

Slowly we made our way to the bed and he sat down, straddling me with him. He held my thigh in place. I took the lead kissing him breathless now. I pulled away and went straight for his neck, planting open mouthed kisses where he felt me the most, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I rolled my hips once and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. His dick was so hard for me, I bet it hurt.

“Fuck, Ava, I’ve been holding back for too long,” He said, his voice hoarse with need. I stood up from his thighs and sank to my knees in front of him. He undid his belt quickly and unzipped his pants. His dick sprung out right into my face.

I didn’t make him wait. “Fuck, it’s so big.” I admitted, my voice filled with lust. I flicked my tongue over the tip as I slowly stroked his cock with my two hands. He groaned in satisfaction.

I took him in my mouth, sinking his cock straight to my throat— deep and sloppy, gagging as half the length stretched my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I slipped it out to catch my breath, stroking it fast and hard, my mouth and chin dripping with saliva.

“Yes baby, yes, suck on it,” he growled, I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue on the tip.

“Fuck, Ava—” He cried out, thighs trembling. He jerked up, hands fisting in my hair for my dominance. He gripped it tight and fucked my mouth, deep.

“Arghhh, baby.” He groaned, his jaw tight with satisfaction.

I choked but didn’t pull away or gesture for him to stop either. Tears welled up hot in my eyes now. He deep throated me and held the position. I could barely breathe or think all I wanted to do was impress him.

“You gonna let daddy cum in your mouth?” I nodded frantically as he thrusted into my mouth again, slowly.

“Fuck!” he growled, shooting his hot thick load into my throat. He came hard, thighs shaking, his cock, throbbing in my mouth. I hummed in response, gulping down every last drop of his cum, licking him clean, his cock still deep in my throat. Hot and dripping.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He pulled out and I let his still rock hard and erect out of my mouth with a soft pop. He looked at me, his eyes, all dark and intent. I coughed a bit, wiping my mouth and chin off with the my palm.

“Pretty mouth, for a pretty cock,” he grinned, before capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss.

I gasped in amusement, kissing him back. He was so fucking nasty, I loved it. I kissed him with every bit of hunger and desperation, matching his own, he groaned into my mouth and the sound sent chills down my spine.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

I did.

I stood up, slowly pulling the t-shirt over my head. I was naked and ready, nipples hard, my pussy so fucking wet for him, I almost cried out at the friction.

He reached for me, pulling me closer to him, he planted a kiss on my stomach and a shiver ran down my spine. He growled against my skin. I tried to steady my knees. He noticed. He kneeled in front of me, grabbed my ass to keep me from falling, raised my leg and placed it gently on his shoulder.