Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
He’s my best friend’s dad, and man is that a souring thought.
For a second, I try and imagine how I’d feel if Amy came out and told me she was screwing Tony, but all that does is make my face wrinkle up. And I know it’s not the same thing at all. Aside from Tony being a total slimy creep, he’s just my stepdad, and we’re not exactly close. Amy and Marshall on the other hand have been each other’s whole worlds for years, since Amy’s mom left when Amy was a baby. Her dad getting with any woman would have ripples in Amy’s life. It being me though?
…That could go nuclear really, really fast.
It’s a horrible thought, and for a moment, I wonder about just grabbing my stuff and running from this room and letting everything that happened here with Marshall stay right here, like a forgotten memory that we’ll never speak of again.
Except…
Well, except my heart stings just thinking about doing that. Because as much as I love my best friend, and as much as I’d never in a million years want to hurt her, whatever this thing is with Marshall isn’t just sex. It’s not just me experimenting or having fun.
It’s real.
It’s real, and big, and consuming every part of me, and I know there’s no way I can walk away, or pretend it never happened.
I stir against him, biting my lip as my fingers trace his bare chest as he sleeps. Yeah, there’s no way I’m walking away from this man. Not with the way he makes me feel. And besides all of that?
Heat stirs in my core.
Besides all of that, I really, really want him. Like, always. And right now is no exception. I don’t know if it’s what we did earlier, or if maybe I was dreaming about him before I woke, but whatever it is, I’m soaking wet as I mold my body to his. We’re both nude under the covers, and I swear I can feel my slickness dripping down my thighs I want him so bad.
My fingers trace his muscles, sliding lower from his chest down to his ridiculously chiseled abs. I walk my fingers down the ridges of his muscles, feeling him breathe and flex against me in his sleep. I tease my hand lower, my breath held as my fingers slip under the thin sheet covering the lower half of both of us. My fingertips find the hair of his happy trail under his navel, and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together as I push lower, until suddenly, my fingers find the base of his cock.
Fuck, even in his sleep, he’s half hard already. I breathe heavily as I slide my hand around him, fingers curling around his thick shaft, and slowly, I start to stroke. He grunts in his sleep, groaning quietly and stirring for a moment before he lapses back into his deep sleep. I pant, my nipples like diamonds against his side and my pussy dripping a puddle into the sheets as I start to stroke his big dick under the sheet. He grows harder and harder in my small hand, thickening, lengthening, growing absolutely massive as I just keep jerking him.
God do I want him.
Panting, my whole body on fire, I slide down his torso under the sheets. I slip between his legs, laying on my tummy with my feet poking off the end of the bed as I stroke his cock and lean in. I open my mouth, and when I wrap my lips around his big, fat cock, I can’t stop the moan that rumbles quiet in my throat.
My lips slide down his cock, slurping quietly on him as my tongue swirls over his underside. I hollow my cheeks, sucking like I’ve seen girls do in porn as I bob my mouth up and down his huge cock. Marshall starts to groan in his sleep, his hips slowly bucking against my mouth as I start to suck him harder. But suddenly, I feel his hands slide under the covers and slip into my hair, tangling in it, and I know he’s awake.
“Such a bad girl,” he growls lowly in the darkness. I just moan around him, drooling all over his cock as I hungrily take him as deep as I can. I can feel him flex in my mouth as he sits up, and suddenly, the sheets are being yanked away. Hands slide over my body, grabbing my ass before a hand slides between my legs from behind. I moan around him as his fingers find my soaking wet pussy, and he groans.
“So fucking wet. Does this naughty little pussy get all messy when you suck my big cock, baby girl?”
I moan wildly, slurping wetly on him, before suddenly, he grabs my hips and yanks me around. I gasp, pulling my mouth from his cock as I feel his powerful arms spin me around, until I’m lying across his torso, his cock by my face and my legs spreading to either side of his head. I feel his breath hot on my pussy as his big hands grip my thighs and spread them wide. And when his tongue drags over my lips, I cry out before I drop my mouth back to his cock and start to suck.