My best friend's father 3

Sienna's POV

Craving my best friend’s father was a line my thoughts should never have crossed. And yet, the way his touch unraveled me made it impossible to think clearly. Every slow, knowing movement sent pleasure curling deep inside me, stealing my breath and leaving my body aching for more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so undone, so exquisitely aware of every nerve.

When his fingers withdrew from my entrance, it didn’t leave me empty for long. He traced lazy, teasing circles around my clit, lingering just enough to make the sensitivity almost unbearable before sliding back in.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. My fingers curled tightier into the sheets as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my body responding helplessly to every stroke.

Shit. What was I doing?

What if Yvonne walked through the door and found me sprawled on her father's warm, comfy bed, breathless and undone, so close to losing control?

The thought should have stopped me. It should have made me pull away. But I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. It was as if my voice had deserted me, the protest caught and glued to the roof of my mouth, leaving me helpless to the pleasure building inside me.

He withdrew his fingers again and held them up between us, letting me see the evidence of what he’d done to me, the sheen catching faintly in the low light.

Then he brought them to his mouth, licking my wetness slowly, as if savoring every second.

“You taste like candy,” he said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

I giggled softly and sat up to meet him, lifting my hand to cup his cheek before our lips met. His hands slipped beneath my gown once more, fingers catching the thin strap of my panties. Slowly, deliberately, he drew them down my legs until they were gone.

I reached for the towel, but his hand caught mine almost immediately, firm and unyielding.

“You’ll do as I say,” he murmured, his voice low with intent.

“Mm-hmmm,” I nodded, watching him as he stood.

With a single, unhurried movement, the towel slipped from his waist, revealing his thick length.

My breath hitched at the sight of him.

Fuck, he’s huge, I thought.

So this was what Yvonne’s mother had enjoyed, before the divorce.

“Stop staring,” he said, hands settling on his hips. “Let’s put that mouth of yours to work.”

“Okay,” I whispered, sinking to my knees at the edge of the bed. He stepped closer, his legs brushing the sheets as he loomed over me. His arousal hung heavy between us, thick and restless, veins standing out as if straining for attention, close enough that I felt its presence before it ever touched me.

I curled my hand around him and brushed a slow, lingering kiss against the sensitive crown.

“Si… God…” he rumbled, pushing my hair back as I stroked him slowly, pumping my fist on his length.

I glanced up, a mischievous smile on my lips, watching his reaction. He was clearly enjoying every second.

“Yes… I’m gonna fuck that mouth of yours,” he growled, gripping my hair as I took him in slowly, savoring every inch. A deep, drawn-out rumble escaped him as the warmth of my mouth enveloped him.

Goodness… he was impossibly large, filling me in ways that stole my breath. I felt him press at the back of my throat, and a delicious shiver ran through me, part panic, part pure craving. I held myself steady, starting slow, letting every movement draw out his groans, before gradually moving faster, following the rhythm of our desire.

“Fuck!” he groaned, throwing his head back as I worked him, my saliva glistening along his length, dripping slightly at the edges of my mouth.

It didn’t take long before he began thrusting, sliding deep into my mouth and pulling back.

“Shit, SI…you love daddy fucking your mouth, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied but his length in my mouth muffled the words.

“That's right, your mouth feels so good.”

He grunted low in pleasure, thrusting faster, pressing me close until my breath came in short, ragged gasps. Then, with a shudder that ran through him, he pulled back and let go, coating my face with the heat of him. Every drop, every shiver of release, sent a thrill racing through me, making my body tremble with the raw, dizzying intensity of it.

I licked my lips, smearing the remainder across my face as he straightened, heat still lingering between us.

I cast a quick glance at the wall clock.

10 P.M.

The party would be winding down soon.

And Yvonne would be coming upstairs. I needed to leave.

But before I could move, he caught me, shoving me gently yet firmly onto the bed.

“We’re not finished, little doll,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, and I felt the thrill of being trapped in his control.