My best friend's father 4

Sienna's POV

He spread my legs, rubbed his fingers on the lips of my pussy through the underwear before hooking his hand in the band and pulling them out.

“Ready to get fucked?” His eyes were dark and hungry.

“Yes… please, fuck me,” I whispered, tugging the hem of my dress higher until I was bare below, heat pooling and aching for him.

“No,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, pressing his fingers against my clit. The slow, deliberate strokes made me shiver and gasp, my body trembling with need as I begged for more.

“Please daddy,” I bit a finger. “Fuck me.”

“Yeahhh…that's what I wanna hear.” He murmured, grabbing my hips and drawing me closer. “How about I lick you dry, hmm?”

“Please,” I moaned, tilting my head to the side as his lips found my soaked heat.

Fuck!

I bit my lip, trying desperately to stifle the moans threatening to escape me.

He licked my wetness, nibbed at my folds before sliding his tongue back into my entrance.

“Yess…” I whimpered, arching my back off the bed as waves of pleasure pulsed through me, feeling like he was carrying me to a world beyond all control.

“I wanna hear you scream, C'mon princess.” He pulled his mouth from my clit and inserted his fingers in.

“Urrrghhh…” I gasped, my eyes rolling back as my legs trembled and writhed, every curl of his fingers sending shivers of pleasure deep inside me.

He took out his fingers and slid his tongue in again, teasing and moving in circles in my entrance.

“Oh daddy, suck me,” I whimpered, one hand tangling in his hair and pressing him closer, while the other rested on my chest. I freed my breasts from the top of my garment and squeezed one gently.

I wanted to scream, to let it tear out of me, but I swallowed it down, letting only low, broken moans slip past my lips.

The sensation overwhelmed me, leaving me aching for him, my body silently begging.

Finally, he made me turn with my side facing him. He guided my leg up gently, positioning me just the way he wanted, close, open, and completely at his mercy.

I braced myself, breath catching as I waited for the weight of him, aching for the moment he would finally fill me.

He slapped his dick on my steaming pussy, gaining a moan from me.

“You sure you want daddy to fuck you raw,” he whispered, nibbling on my earlobes.

“Yes. Mm-hmmm,” I nodded without hesitation.

He planted his hands on either side of me, steadying himself as he pushed his cock into my entrance, from tip down until he was all in.

We both moaned from the impact before he began pounding into my pussy relentlessly, like a man starved of pleasure.

He gave me no time to catch my breath, driving into me with a rough, desperate force, his hands pressing me down as though he needed to feel every inch of that moment.

“Fuck baby, you're so wet and tight, I could keep fucking you till daybreak.” He groaned as he increased his pace, going deeper and harder. I was going to cum soon and he knew it.

“Ahhh…you feel so good…” I cried, moving according to his thrust.

“C'mon, cum for me, princess.” He said roughly. “Do it.”

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. A cry tore from my chest as the rush of pleasure overtook me, my body shuddering beneath him.

“Don’t scream,” he murmured, his hand firm at my throat, not hurting, just enough to remind me how close we were. “You don’t want your best friend to hear, do you?”

“No,” the word barely made it past my lips. I shook my head quickly, breath trembling as he moved against me with relentless force, stealing every thought except the way he made me feel.

“Now what's my name?” He paused and made one hard thrust, I felt him deep in my stomach.

“Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Good,” he continued driving his dick deeper into me until finally, he let out a groan and released deep inside me, his body shuddering from the effect.

He fell onto his side and I collapsed against the sheets, our breathing loud and uneven, the heat between us still clinging to my skin. The bed felt warm, rumpled with what we’d just done.

Music thumped faintly from downstairs, muffled by distance and walls. No one had heard me. The thought sent a quiet thrill through me.

“I should get going,” I murmured, rolling onto my side to look at him. My body still hummed, oversensitive. “The party will end soon.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, lacing his fingers with mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, slow and absent-minded. “You should.”

We stayed like that for a moment, just staring at each other, the air thick with everything we weren’t saying. A small smile tugged at my lips. God… he was dangerous. Too good. I already wanted him again.

But I had to leave. It would be disastrous if Yvonne walked in and found me half-dressed with her father stretched out beside me, undressed.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, his eyes searching mine, like the answer mattered more than he wanted to admit.

“I guess,” I said, nodding. I leaned in, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then slipped out of bed.

As I pulled my underwear back on and smoothed my clothes into place, my body still felt flushed, my legs a little weak. I paused at the door, steadying myself before stepping back into reality.

I hated parties.

But this?

This was the best one I’d ever been to.