My Best Friend's Dad - Flora Ferrari Page 0,31
eyes flaring. “Is that so?” he growls. “And what did you have in mind?”
“Um,” I murmur, realizing I haven’t thought of one yet. “Flame?”
“What?” he chuckles. “Why Flame?”
“Because you always melt me up inside,” I say, silly tears springing to my eyes. “Every time I tell myself that I can make myself all icy, that I can build up any kind of resistance to you, you melt it, Saul. You melt it all away.”
He leans forward and kisses away my tears, warmth upon warmth. “Oh, Sadie,” he moans. “What the fuck would I do without you? Come on, let’s get inside. I want to show you something.”
“Okay,” I say and I can’t resist adding, “Flame.”
He grins and interlaces his fingers with mine, leading me over the threshold. Jasper turns and darts outside, going on one of his solo adventures.
I move my free hand through Saul’s dark steel peppered hair as we walk, righting it from where my lustful hands swept it back.
Our eyes lock and his expression seems to say so much, a volume that’s only audible to me.
It’s such a casual, relationship-style gesture. It’s the sort of gesture that should feel just plain wrong after so short a time.
And yet as we stare at each other, we both know it’s right.
“You’re going to make an incredible mother,” he says as he leads me up the double staircase and down the hallway toward my room.
“Why do you say that?” I murmur.
“Because it’s true, Sparkplug.”
“Okay, Flame,” I fire. “But what brought this on?”
“Just the way you looked right then, so curvy and perfect, with so much goddamn humanity in your eyes I could roar. You’re the most caring person I’ve ever met.”
“Nah uh,” I tease. “I’ll have you know I’m a secret devil, actually.”
“There’s only one place I want you to be a devil,” he snarls. “And that’s when you’re bent over for me, that pink pussy glistening, those thick thighs pressed together and those round ass cheeks just waiting to be spanked into submission.”
I can’t help but whimper.
In a sudden savage move of pleasure, he takes my shoulders and shoves me up against the wall.
“In fact,” he snarls, “I think my perfect sexy queen deserves a little treat before she sees her gift.”
“My gift?” I whisper, as his hand strokes down my side, over my hip, and then down my thigh and up between my legs.
“Yes,” he says, face so close to mine, breath taunting. “All queens deserve gifts once in a while, don’t they? But first, you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” I gasp, as his indomitable hand presses against the mound of my sex through my pants.
I move my hand toward his crotch, but he catches it with his free hand and pins it lightly against the wall.
“No,” he growls. “I’m not wasting my seed. Every last drop of it belongs in that eager pussy.”
He moves his hand savagely against my soaked center, grinding my panties against my lips and my clit. I gasp louder, longer, a song of pleasure that I can’t stop singing as he moves his whole arm like a piston, powerful and impossible to resist.
“Fuck—fuck,” I gasp as he suddenly jams his hand down my waistband and finds my bare sex, his finger fused against my clit, rubbing, pleasing.
“That’s it,” he snarls, leaning back so he can watch me twitch and writhe. “Oh, fuck, Sadie, that’s it. You look so fucking good right now. Keep moving like that.”
“Like—this?” I breathe, not even sure what I’m doing as my pussy tingles and somehow grows wetter.
“Perfect,” he whispers, slowly inching his hand away from my sex.
I pause, using the opportunity to suck in a breath. “Why did you stop?” I whimper.
“I want you to wait, Sparkplug,” he smirks.
“You evil man,” I laugh with a strangled quality to my voice.
“Sometimes,” he grins wolfishly. “I just love to see how badly you want it.”
“Ah,” I cry, twitching when his finger brushes lightly against my clit … only to draw away again.
“Beg, Sadie,” he growls.
“Please,” I moan, loving the way his gaze enflames at my words. “Please, Saul. Flame, please—”
I throw my head back and scream when he presses against my heat again, this time sliding two fingers inside of me and moving them in a whirling wet motion of ecstasy.
His fingers dominating me, pushing me up against the wall, my whole body twitching and writhing under the force of him.
The pleasure breaks inside of me and my orgasm let’s loose, my thighs clamping tight around his hand