Her fingers go to her bra strap. “Tell me, Jack. What are you doing to me?”
My voice is gruff, like I’m speaking past a knot in my throat. “I’m sliding your bra straps down your arms, so they hang lose. My fingers are brushing your skin, and it’s so soft. But my touch makes you break out in goosebumps and your nipples are tightening.”
She glances down at her chest as though to confirm it.
“Yes,” she breathes. “They are. Then what do you do?”
“I pull down the cups to expose your tits to the air.” She does as I describe, and I feast my gaze on her perfect breasts, not too big and not too small. The nipples are hard, deep pink buds, and my mouth waters, picturing myself sucking one into my mouth.
“I suck on them, licking and grazing my teeth over your nipples until they’re so sensitive you cry out.”
Her hands go to her breasts, and she plucks at her dusky peaks, rolling and tweaking them between her fingers. I squeeze my cock at the base, holding myself back. I don’t want to come like some teenage boy just by watching her play with her tits.
“Then I rid you of your bra and go to your panties. I drop to my knees between your thighs and press my nose to the silky material and inhale the scent of your arousal. Fuck, it makes me so hard, I think I’m going to come.”
Camile parts her thighs and slides her hand between her legs. Her fingers press over the top of her panties, and her hips undulate, seeking pleasure.
“I press my tongue to the material and find it wet, so I suck it into my mouth so I can taste you. Then I roll the panties down your thighs and hook them off your feet, and I press your legs apart so I can see your pussy all splayed out for me.”
On the couch, Camile rolls her panties off her legs and then parts them as wide as she can, exposing herpussy to me. Holy fuck, she’s so beautiful. Puffy and pink, wet and glistening. My mouth waters, and I fight every instinct not to sink to my knees and feast on her.
“Is this okay, Jack?” she asks, her eyes still wide and innocent, despite her current position. “Tell me it’s okay.”
We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t go back now. “Yes, Baby-girl. You’re fucking perfect. Keep going.”
She slides her fingers over her pussy, between her lips to her entrance. She dips inside herself briefly, letting out a gasp, and then draws the moisture to circle her clit. I’m fucking dizzy with arousal—all the blood in my body must have gone to my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced this kind of lust before. My daughter’s best friend, naked and fingering herself on my couch, while I know I can’t touch her. I can’t go to her and take what I need—what we both need.
“Don’t stop, Jack,” she says, her voice all husky and sexy. “I need to hear what it’ll feel like when you fuck me.”
Jesus Christ.
“I lick you and tongue fuck you until you’re right on the edge, and then I move up your body. I hold my cock around the base and press the head against your sweet, wet pussy. You’re dripping for me, but you’re so fucking tight and I’m so big, I don’t know if you’re going to be able to take me. I kiss your mouth and tell you what a good girl you are and how well you’re doing.”
Her fingers move between her thighs, her stomach tenses, and her tits rise and fall. Her breathing grows ragged, her lips parted. The back of her head falls to the cushions behind her.
“Oh, Jack. Oh, fuck.” She’s fucking her fingers now, riding her hand. But she somehow keeps her eyes on me,locked on my hand working my cock the same way I’m fixated on her hot, young body.
“But you’re stretching around me so perfectly, Baby-girl. You don’t realize that you’re made for me, and once I’ve felt your pussy gripping my cock, I’m never going to want to be near another woman.”
She’s letting out little cries now; her movements grow faster, and so do mine. My thumb flicks the ball piercings through my cockhead, and my balls tighten into my body. I’m so close, but I don’t want this to end.
“I drive deep inside you, and you cry out, but I cover your mouth with mine and swallow your screams. I thumb your clit as I slide out again, and you watch, your pussy stretching so beautifully for me, then I slam back in. God, you feel incredible, Baby-girl. I love everything about you. The sounds you’re making. The way you feel. The scent and taste of your skin. I want to lose myself in you and never come up for air.”
She shatters, her back arching, her eyes finally squeezing shut. She jams her hand between her legs, riding out her orgasm, and I picture the way her pussy must be pulsing around her fingers. Somehow, I manage to hold back on my own climax, but I’m teetering right on the edge. Perhaps I should have given in and come at the same time she did, but I want her to see this. I want her to understand exactly what she does to me.
I haven’t finished, not just yet.
“Baby-girl,” I growl. “I feel you coming around my cock. The way your pussy flutters along my shaft, and I know you’re milking me for my cum.” I work my fist harder, making thwacking sounds of skin on skin. “And I want to fill you up, so badly, to bathe your womb in my cum, to make me a part of you.” I lose it. “Oh, fuck?—"
She reacts to my need and pushes herself off the couch. She drops to her knees directly in front of me. Still sticking to her promise of us not touching each other, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and tilts her chin up to me.
I can’t hold back a second longer.
Hot cum spurts from my slit, and I aim my cockhead directly at her mouth. Ropes of cum cover her tongue, and her eyes slip shut in pleasure. My hips jerks as I milk myself, spurt after spurt. Not all of it gets in her mouth, some is across her lips and chin, but she wipes it with her fingers and sucks it off.
Holy shit.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like that before in all my forty-odd years on this planet. I just want to gather her in my arms and tell her that I fucking love her, but I can’t because then my daughter will never speak to me again. And besides, she deserves better than someone like me. The man who failed his wife, who failed his daughter, and has now failed Camile.
