My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 258

Sienna

I barely noticed the room around me—his lips were on mine, stealing every breath, every thought. I only knew the door had been kicked open and then my back hit the bed, legs locked around his hips, his body pressing me down as he kissed me like the world was ending.

I was drowning in him—his scent, his breath, his taste, his touch. My head was filled with Alex, and judging by the way I was moaning his name, he was going to fill much more of me with something entirely of him. Fuck beating around the bush-he was going to fuck me.

Breathless, we broke apart. He sat up, tugging my top open, unhooking my bra with a swift flick and tossing it aside. I reached for his t-shirt, desperate to strip him bare, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pushed me back on the bed, under his mercy. Moonlight spilled through the window, catching in his hair as his smirk hovered just above my lips.

"Not yet, darling."

Before I could speak, his mouth closed around my nipple.

I cried out, arching into him as he lavished the same tormenting attention on the other. The heat of his mouth sent fire through every nerve. He was... godly. Magical. Indescribable.

His lips trailed lower, past my navel. He finally released my wrists to yank down my pants, flinging them across the room, then hooked his fingers under my panties. He slid them off with infuriating slowness, drinking in every inch of me with his eyes. Heat surged to my cheeks, my skin flushed, and though I wanted to hide, I knew this man would only drag me out of the shadows just to ruin me all over again.

"God, Sienna..." His voice broke with hunger as his fingers skimmed over my belly, then lower, brushing my thighs, my inner thighs. "You're so fucking perfect. You have no idea."

I tried to sit up, but he pressed me back down, his hand wrapping around my throat.

"Don't be impatient, Flower," he whispered against my lips, teasing me with the barest touch, denying me the kiss I craved. "I've got you. Trust me."

But I wasn't impatient.

to

My voice cracked, cheeks burning. "Touch

confessed

lips brushing my jaw, his hand still firm around my throat. "Don't worry you're the only one who gets to touch

what those words did

grin and a tongue made for sin, he parted my thighs and kissed my aching wet pussy. His tongue flicked against my clit before he sucked

trembling, eyes rolling as pleasure consumed me. He had barely started, yet

thought I couldn't take more, he pushed his tongue

"Alex-no..."

wet with me. His tongue darted out, licking from my slit up to my clit, his eyes locked with mine. "All I hear

My voice broke, my fingers

the edge and I haven't even begun," he growled, dragging his lips over my inner thighs. "You're so

vibrated through me, and then his mouth was on me again. More

man—this sinful, beautiful man—had made me cry, and for all

tongue-deadly in words, devastating in touch. My body burned, wave after wave building, crashing, drowning me

man

taking me-he was worshipping me. Worshipping me to my very death. Nothing about this feft holy but not a single second of it was anything less than divine. Nothing about this encounter was holy....but not a single moment did I feel we were doing

s

his teeth grazed my clit

"Alex..."

saying my name like that and I'll make sure you don't walk for days, Flower," he

name again - the