Apparently, the practicality of the situation loses to the other two, because as I’m thinking everything over, I’m actively unbuttoning every button on my dress, letting the fabric fall to the floor, and grinding my hips forward like a desperate, little nympho.
Reed stands a few inches away, fists clenched shut like he’s trying to hold himself in place.
I stand steady, breathing fast, chest rising and falling quickly.
“All of it,” he groans. “The bra and panties too. Daddy needs to clean you up.”
Oh, dear Lord!My clit throbs and my panties flood as I reach back to unclip my bra. I hold the fabric in place over my tits as I draw the straps down my arms.
His voice shakes. “Let it go, kitten. Let Daddy see all of you.”
I’m not okay. How do we ever go back to normal after this? I need Reed. I can’t lose him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, clit throbbing as I let my bra fall to the floor, then hook my thumbs into my panties and drag them down my shaking thighs.
He knows I’m a virgin. We’ve talked about it plenty of times. Looking back, that was probably strange, but at the time it made a lot of sense. I've always trusted his opinion and losing my virginity seemed like a huge deal by college. Everyone was having sex andeveryonewas talking about it. I thought I wasthe only human left on the planet who hadn’t‘done the deed.’Reed reassured me that purity was valued and told me how appreciative the right man would be that I waited.
Was he the man he was talking about?
A hot shiver rolls over me as my father’s best friend takes me in, his cock hard and struggling against his jeans.
“Fuck,” he says so low that I barely hear him before he presses into me, his lips on mine so hard and fast that I’m pressed back into the wall. His big hand cups my breast as we kiss, his tongue rolling with mine as moan after needy moan traps between us.
My knees shake. My stomach vibrates. My heart hammers. Everything is on fire. I’ve never been touched like this in my life.
I need him!
I need him to fill me up, take me over, make me whole!
His mouth opens over mine. “You trust me?”
Nodding, I release an unsteady breath, and he bends his massive body forward, tucks his arms beneath my thighs, and lifts me from the ground.
Before I know what’s happened, my bare pussy is inches from his face.
Oh God, he’s smelling me.What if I smell bad?I’ve been sopping wet all night. Also, how is he holding me so steadily? I’m not a small girl, but I’m sitting up here on his arms like a tiny, little ballerina.
My pussy twitches as his warm breath releases against my slit.
“Jesus Christ, kitten,” he groans as he leans in, brushing his lips and beard against my pussy. “You’re so fucking pink. When was the last time you came?”
I could tell him I came last night thinking about him, but that’s insane. Plus, I don’t think I could get the words out of my mouth right now.
“With someone else?”
He flashes his stare up to me, like he hadn’t considered that option.
“You’ve been with someone else?”
I wet my lips, though they’re still dry. “No. I’m still a virgin.”
“I remember you telling me before.” He brushes up against me again, this time kissing the lips of my pussy. “I thought maybe I’d missed something.” He says the words with relief, as though he wants to be the man to take my cherry.
Heart thumping, I hold steady, unsure of what to do with my hands, or my breath, or my legs, or my arms, or my head for that matter. It’s like every part is in the right place, but I’m in such an unnatural position, completely at his mercy.
He growls low and leans in between my legs, breathing me in again before kissing the outer lips of my pussy.
“So soft, baby girl.” This time he drags his tongue over my crease.
