My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,15
much as I’m able with his hold on my hair. “Cover my mouth. Hold me down. Fuck me.”
His chuckle is a rasp against my skin. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I blink at the ceiling. Of course I’d like that. It’s why I brought it up. “Yes?”
“Cover your mouth and hold you down while I fuck you.” Another drag of his mouth against my throat. “Then you can pretend that you’re still a good girl. That you’re not a little slut who’s fucking a man she barely knows in her parents’ house. That you’re not dripping for my cock.”
The rough words have me moaning, and that’s when he moves again. Jonas releases my hair and covers my mouth with a rough hand. His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I’m not going to hold you down, Blake. You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but eager for what I’m giving you.”
He raises himself enough that I have no choice but to move my hands. I tentatively place them on his hips and slide them beneath his shirt to touch bare skin. Jonas releases a rough breath at my touch. “That’s right. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”
My blood has turned to fire. I dig my heels into the mattress and lift my hips as he shifts back enough that his cock notches at my entrance. Jonas’s hand over my mouth tenses. “You gave this pussy to me, baby girl. That means if I want to fuck it bare, that’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to love every moment of it. Isn’t that right?” He lifts his hand just enough for me to answer.
It doesn’t matter that we already discussed birth control and test results before this moment. We’re playing a game, and in this game he’s going to fuck me dirty as if he doesn’t give a shit about the potential consequences. As if I’m a plaything for him, a possession to be toyed with until he’s wrung out every bit of enjoyment.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He covers my mouth again and lowers his lips to my ear. “You remember the rules, Blake?”
If it’s too much, I tell him.
I could remind him that there’s nothing about this that’s too much, that I meant it when I said I want him to do whatever he wants with me. That we’re playing a game I’m only too happy to participate in.
I don’t. I simply nod against his hand.
Jonas shifts, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He’s big, wide, and thick. I can’t stop a whimper as he sinks into me a little, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide despite my earlier orgasm.
“None of that, baby girl. You can take it.” For all his rough words, he goes achingly slowly, tiny strokes that wedge his cock into me a fraction of an inch at a time. It feels never-ending. “You’re so fucking tight.”
The words almost make me laugh. Of course I feel tight when he’s so huge. I slide my hands down his hips and beneath the jeans he’s still wearing to his ass. The fact that I’m still wearing the shirt and he’s still got his clothes on only makes this fantasy hotter. As if he really did just wander into the wrong room and decide to take me up on what I’m offering. As if my family is right down the hallway, totally unaware of the way my father’s best friend is wedging his cock into my pussy, deeper and deeper with each passing second.
I moan again, the sound trapped against Jonas’s palm. He sinks the rest of the way into me in response. Only then does he go still, allowing me to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long. After all, he wasn’t lying when he said I’m practically dripping for him. I shift a little, experimenting with the feel of him inside me.
“All those little whimpers and shakes and, here you are, taking my entire cock.” I can’t see his face in our current position, but I don’t need to in order to hear how coldly amused he is. I clench around him in response. Jonas curses again. “We have to be quiet. Can’t have the headboard giving us away.”
I nod again. I’m panting, my breath coming too fast, too hard. How does he know exactly what to say in order to set me aflame? It’s dirty and all kinds of wrong, but it’s fantasy and fantasy can’t hurt anyone. It