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 touch him. To feel

My voice

it—I confessed like a

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

he knew what

the devil's grin and a tongue made for sin, he parted my thighs and kissed my aching wet pussy. His tongue flicked

his hair, my head thrown back, hips trembling, eyes rolling as pleasure consumed me. He had barely started, yet I already felt like

I couldn't take more, he pushed his tongue inside me,

"Alex-no..."

Flower?" He glanced up, chin glistening, lips wet with me. His tongue darted out, licking from my slit up to my clit, his eyes locked with mine. "All I hear

voice broke, my

lips over

again. More

my cheek. This man—this sinful, beautiful man—had made me cry, and for

his tongue-deadly in words,

man

holy but not a single second of it was anything less than divine. Nothing about this encounter was holy....but

s

broke as his teeth grazed my clit before his tongue soothed

"Alex..."

keep saying my name like that and I'll make sure you don't walk for days, Flower," he growled, then sucked me into his mouth, fucking me with

his name again -