My Best Friend's Dad 2

David pulled his fingers out of me slowly. I was still trembling on the kitchen counter when he brought them to his lips and tasted me. The sight made my stomach tighten. “f**k, Sophie,” he said, voice rough. “You taste too good.” I reached for his sweatpants again, palming his hard c**k through the fabric. “I want you.” He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “We can’t do this here. Not with Emily right upstairs.” “Then take me somewhere else,” I whispered. He stared at me for a second, fighting with himself. Then he lifted me off the counter like it was nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me down the hallway to his home office. He kicked the door shut behind us and locked it. The room was dark except for a small lamp on his desk. He set me down on the edge of the big wooden desk and stepped back, breathing hard. “This is crazy,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “If your friend wakes up.” “She won’t,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I sat there in just my panties, n*****s hard from the cool air and excitement. “Stop thinking so much, David.” His eyes moved over my body. The hunger in them made me feel powerful. He stepped forward and kissed me again, rougher than before. His hands squeezed my breasts as our tongues fought. I slid off the desk, dropped to my knees, and tugged his sweatpants down. His c**k sprang free, thick, long, and rock hard. I looked up at him while I wrapped my hand around the base. “Sophie.” he started, but the words died when I took him into my mouth. I sucked him slowly at first, swirling my tongue around the head. He groaned quietly and put one hand in my hair. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat until I could feel him hitting the back. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “Where did you learn to do that?” I pulled back with a wet pop and smiled. “Does it matter?” “No,” he admitted. “Just don’t stop.” I worked him with my mouth and hand, sucking harder. His hips started moving, gently f*****g my face. I loved the way he tried to stay quiet, the low grunts he couldn’t hold back. Saliva dripped down my chin as I took him as deep as I could. After a few minutes he pulled me up and kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. Then he turned me around and bent me over the desk. My breasts pressed against the cool wood. He yanked my panties down my legs and spread my ass cheeks. I felt his breath a second before his tongue licked me from behind. “Oh s**t,” I gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. He ate me like a starving man, licking, sucking, pushing his tongue inside me. Two thick fingers joined his mouth, pumping fast. My legs shook so badly I could barely stay standing. “You’re so f*****g wet,” he growled against my p***y. “You really want this, don’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “I want your cock.” He stood up and rubbed the head of his d**k up and down my slit. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophie.” “I like dangerous,” I whispered, pushing back against him. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. I felt every inch stretch me open. When he finally bottomed out, we both let out a shaky breath. “f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned. He started moving, deep and steady. The desk creaked under us with every thrust. I bit my arm to stay quiet, but it was hard. He felt incredible. David leaned over me, one hand reaching around to rub my c**t while the other squeezed my breast. “This is what you wanted?” he asked, voice low in my ear. “Getting f****d by your best friend’s dad?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Harder.” He gave it to me. His thrusts became faster, deeper. Skin slapped against skin. The sound mixed with our heavy breathing. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “Better than I imagined.” I looked back at him. “You’ve imagined this?” “More times than I should admit.” That turned me on even more. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Pleasure built fast and intense. My p***y clenched around him as I got closer. “I’m gonna come,” I warned. “Come on my c**k,” he ordered. “Let me feel it.” I came hard, biting my lip to keep from screaming. My whole body shook. David kept f*****g me through it, groaning at how tight I squeezed him. He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed back inside in one smooth stroke. “Look at me,” he said. I met his eyes while he f****d me. The intensity in his gaze made everything hotter. He kissed me messily, our bodies moving together. “I’m close,” he warned, breathing ragged. “Come inside me,” I whispered. He thrust deep a few more times, then buried himself completely. I felt him pulse as he came hard, groaning into my neck. Warmth filled me as he emptied himself. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing together. His c**k still twitched inside me. Finally he pulled back and looked at me. “This can’t happen again.” I smiled and kissed him softly. “We both know that’s a lie.” He helped me off the desk. My legs felt weak. As I pulled my t-shirt back on, I could already feel his c*m starting to leak down my thigh. David watched me with dark eyes. “Go back to Emily’s room before she wakes up.” I walked to the door, then looked back at him. “What if I can’t sleep again tomorrow night?” He didn’t answer, but the way he looked at me said everything. I slipped out quietly, heart still racing. This secret was going to be very hard to keep.