My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

As Alex's lips crashed against mine, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands without a second thought. His kiss was demanding and consuming, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that felt almost primal, like a man starved.

His hand remained firmly between my legs, fingers teasing with maddening precision, while the other gripped my waist, pulling me closer as though any space between us was unbearable. His thumb effortlessly pressed against my clit, slow and deliberate, drawing a gasp from my lips that he swallowed greedily.

The sensation sent a jolt through my body, and I clung to him, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his touch. Two fingers slid inside me with an ease that made me tremble, my walls clenching around him instinctively, slickness coating his hand.

It had taken Ryatt hours to find my clit and he found it just like that? Well, perhaps it was the blessing of having fucking countless women with all shapes of vagina.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice rough and guttural as his fingers moved in a steady rhythm, coaxing soft, helpless moans from my lips.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, my breath coming in uneven gasps, heat pooling low in my belly. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, my pent-up need, or simply Alex himself, but this was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Even Ryatt had never made me feel this desperate, this alive.

"What a perfect cunt you have, Sienna," Alex murmured, his lips brushing against mine as his eyes bore into me, dark and full of desire. My lips parted with a soft moan, and he withdrew his fingers, only to bring them to my mouth.

"Suck," he commanded, his voice low. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting myself as my cheeks flushed crimson. He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his own lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he sucked them clean.

"So tight," he whispered, his words dripping with heat, "and begging to be fucked."

I shuddered under his gaze, feeling utterly exposed yet unable to look away. His free hand gripped the fabric of my panties, tearing them away with one swift motion. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, followed by the soft thud as he tossed them aside carelessly.

Alex pushed my dress up, baring me completely to him. His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on the wet heat between my thighs, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

My skin burned under his scrutiny, a deep blush spreading across my cheeks and down my neck as I struggled to catch my breath.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before his gaze found mine, those piercing blue eyes now darker.

"Lay down, Flower," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

"W-what?" I stammered.

realization crossed his face, and he leaned closer, his breath warm

almost disbelieving. "That piece of shit never

the inside of my cheek, the truth pressing

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around my thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make my

caught in my throat, tangled

fingers finding the zipper of my dress and tugging it down in one fluid motion. The fabric slid over my head, discarded without a second thought. With a deft flick of his fingers, my bra came

roamed over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of my skin. The heat of his scrutiny ignited something deep within

hand lifted, tracing a featherlight path from the side of my neck to my breast, his fingers circling my hardened nipple with a maddening gentleness. My body trembled at his touch, my thighs pressing together in an attempt

of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that was nothing short of ravenous. Our hips moved against

I felt him still for

gaze met mine, darker and hungrier than before. "Say my name again," he

voice trembling with need, the syllables rolling off

to be the death of me," he growled, his control slipping. With one swift motion, he pushed me down onto

what was happening, his lips

his hair as pleasure washed over me in waves, drowning me

like a man starved. His mouth claimed me without hesitation, his lips and tongue working from my slit to

waves of heat rippled through me. My breath came in sharp, unever gasps and my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue alternated between flicking over my clit and delving deep into my core,

a jolt of electricity through my

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words tumbling

flesh, the vibrations of his voice

and higher until I thought I might shatter. He was

trembling as sweat glistened on

out he was unraveling me, tearing me apart piece by piece

me for every other man who would not be as

arousal echoed in the room, mixing with my soft cries. His tongue