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“You taste so sweet,” he rasps against my lips. “Exactly like I expected. Now, can I take this dress off you, honey? I’ve been dying to see those curves.”

I nod silently, my eyes wide as his hands gently pull down the zipper in the back. The blue velvet falls to my feet, leaving me in nothing but the tiniest scraps of lace. My bra is so filmy that that the darkness of my nipples are visible, and there’s a shadowy vee between my thighs, in addition to the soft swollen imprint of my pussy lips.

Preston’s eyes go even more hungry.

“Shit,” he groans while pulling me over to the couch. “Take it off, baby. Let me see what you have.”

Oh my God, is this really happening? But it is, and the big man seats himself on the couch as I stand in front of him, my curves trembling. What am I doing? Yet, I want it too.

Slowly, my hands go to the back of my bra and I undo the clasp, letting the fabric fall off my tits. Huge creamy orbs are revealed, the pink nipples already rock hard and begging to be sucked. But before Preston can say anything, the sassy girl inside of me comes out and I tweak and pull at my nipples while shooting him a knowing smile.

“Do you like this Daddy?” I whisper while doing a twirl in my high heels. “I promise you’ll like what’s next even more.”

Then, my back to the handsome man, I bend over with my legs parted in a vee. Sure enough, my crotch comes into view and there’s a wet spot, revealing my neediness.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, those blue eyes searing my curves. “You’re gorgeous honey and I’m dying to see.”

With another giggle, I pluck the panties out of my crack and pull them to the side before hooking them over one big white cheek. Then I lean over further, exposing my gleaming pink slit and the coffee-colored drum of my ass.

“This is all yours,” I breathe. “It’s for you to taste.”

Preston’s on his knees behind me immediately. He breathes hotly on my wet folds, making me shiver and moan, and then bends forward to lave his tongue through my swollenness all the way from clit to asshole.

“Fuck you taste good,” he rasps. “Shit, baby.”

His mouth is on my nub next, suckling hard as I cry out with pleasure. My big breasts sway gently as he devours me from behind, and stars are already beginning to sparkle before my eyes. Can this really be happening? Am I really having an illicit rendezvous with my friend’s dad during her wedding?

But Preston’s mouth is skilled and before I realize it, he pushes two fingers deep into my pussy and the world shatters around me.

“Unnnh!” I scream as my vision goes black. “Ohhhh!”

“Yes baby, let it go,” he rasps behind me. “Let yourself enjoy what I have to give.”

As shudders overwhelm my body, I shriek again, clamping down on his fingers in spasmodic ecstasy. I can barely stand, but Preston presses a kiss to my behind even as he licks the juices from my folds.

“Fuck you taste good,” he groans. “But are you ready for the real thing, sweetheart?”

It’s only then that he stands behind me and my eyes go wide as I look over my shoulder. Oh my God, he’s got his cock out and it’s huge. The shaft must be at least nine inches long and as big as a soda can at its base. It’s veiny and girthy at once, with a delicious curve to the side that’s sure to make me writhe in ecstasy.

But the problem is that I’ve never been with a big man before. Most of the men I’ve dated were average at best, or downright puny, so I blink as I take in his size.

“Mr. Cahill, I’m not sure if I can,” are my stammered words. “It’s just … I mean, you’re so big.”

He chuckles low in his throat, those blue eyes intense.

“No, it’s fine,” he growls, one large hand running up and down my back before giving my big bottom a squeeze. “You’re young, and you’ll stretch for me, baby. I think the more important question is: are you on birth control?”

I shake my head, eyes wide.

“No,” I whisper. “Why? Is that a problem?”

He lets out a strangled moan.

“Fuck yes, because my wallet’s back at the table, and that’s where the condoms are.”

I almost begin crying at the thought of not having this man. My initial fear was that I couldn’t handle his size, but now that I might not be able to have him at all, I’m desperate.

“Then put it in my behind,” I whisper, gyrating my bottom a bit. “I won’t get pregnant that way.”

Preston goes absolutely still behind me, his chest and abs made of rock solid muscle.

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