All Chapters of Addicted to My Father's Best Friend: Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

I needed to give him more space. So without lifting my mouth from him, I shifted on the couch, raising my left leg and bending it at the knee so that my thigh opened the angle of my hips. The new position left me more vulnerable and more open to accommodate his fingers. His hand settled more comfortably between my legs, and the next stroke of his fingers felt better. He found my clit again and rubbed it in tight, slow circles. The raised leg gave him complete access. The pleasure built quickly under that attention. I sucked him harder, using the motion of my mouth to ground myself against the rising heat between my legs. His breathing had grown rough. Every so often his hips gave a small, involuntary thrust, pushing deeper into my mouth. I welcomed it. I wanted him to use the space I was giving him. I wanted the clear evidence that the careful, controlled man who had raised me was losing pieces of that control because of what my mouth and my body were doing to him. My free hand bra

After adapting to his size a little, I began to ride him slowly. The first upward glide dragged every inch of his thick cock along my sensitive walls. The downward sink filled me all over again. His hands stayed on my ass, not forcing the rhythm but guiding it, lifting slightly when I rose, pressing down when I settled. The pace was unhurried, almost reverent, as if both of us were still adjusting to the fact that this was happening at all.I could feel everything. The heavy heat of him inside me. The way the head of his cock nudged deep with every downward stroke. The wet, intimate sound of my pussy sliding along his length. My own wetness coated him completely, making each movement smoother than the last even as the stretch remained intense. I kept my face buried against the side of his neck for the first several strokes, breathing in the scent of his skin, letting the slow friction build without looking at him.“Mmmmm… yessss,” I whispered against his throat. “You feel so good, Dad

I was close again. The combination of the deep, relentless fucking, the lingering sting of the spanks, the complete loss of control, and the sound of his rough breathing above me pushed the pressure inside me to a breaking point. My thighs began to shake. The moans leaving my mouth turned high and continuous, almost a single unbroken sound.The orgasm that hit me then was different from the first. It started deep, a powerful, vibrating clench that radiated outward through my entire body. My pussy locked tight around his cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves that seemed to go on and on. I cried out into the cushion, while my arms trembled with the effort of holding myself in position. The intensity made my vision white out at the edges. He fucked me through every pulse of it, never slowing, drawing the climax out until I was shaking and oversensitive and nearly sobbing with the force of it.Only when the worst of the tremors had passed did he ease the pace, though he remained buried deep ins