Marked By My Best Friend's Dad
I gasped, hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as he devoured me.
He bit down gently, just enough to make me arch, then soothed it with a long, slow lick that had me trembling.
His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him like he was starving.
He ate me like a man who’d never tasted anything sweeter, tongue flicking, circling, dipping inside me, then returning to suck my clit until stars burst behind my eyes.
I moaned his name, then louder, “Daddy,” the word slipping out like a prayer.
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