She regained her composure quickly, pouncing on me to lick her juices from my face.
“Turn around,” she said in a low voice, “let me see your ass.”
I did as she said and before I had a chance to balance myself, I felt her mouth on backside, plunging her tongue into my puckered asshole. Electricity shot through my entire body, causing me to cry out as I gripped the headboard for support. The intense sensation of her mouth on my hole had me reeling and I had to stop the orgasm threatening to explode from inside of me.
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Lesson in Lust
Getting Dr. Devon Parker out of my head that night was impossible. The generous bulge in his pants had me dripping with desire. I imagined his hot cock, hard and long in my hands, and him watching me as I licked and teased it with my soft, pink mouth. I began to imagine all the naughty things he would do to me with his manhood, thrusting deep, fucking me until I gasped for breath. I couldn't think straight anymore. I was throbbing inside. He was even sexier when he was mean, and I liked it. Little did he know his rough exterior only made me hotter with each passing day.
My roommate was out for the night, and I couldn't deny my aching pussy any longer. I put down my magazine, grabbed the vibrator tucked safely away in my drawer, and stripped off my tank top and panties, lying back on the couch, spread-eagled. My nipples hardened against the cool air and I shuddered in anticipation. I touched my hot fingers against my rack and gently began rubbing and kneading, slowly circling the darkened, stiff peaks erupting from my chest. I moaned then moved my hands south, lightly teasing the flesh around the outside of my mound. I worked one finger up and down my slit, lingering on the soft, wet folds until it was slick from the wetness I had created with my touch.
I gripped my latex joystick and turned it on low, awakening my clit from its slumber and driving tingling sensations throughout my entire lower body. I focused on my nub, giving it attention it hadn't seen in far too long. As I rocked and bucked against my toy I imagined that it was Devon's cock, fucking me hard and fast, and releasing his anger inside of me as I screamed. I moved lower and still lower, vibrating the rim of my ass as it begged for attention, until I sent jolts of ecstasy throughout my backside. And semi-reluctantly back up I traveled, not wanting to deny my gushing tunnel the pleasure of my session. I drew circles around the thin skin of my snatch, sparks of pleasure erupting from every pore. As my cunt adjusted to the vibrations, I took it up a notch, making it beat harder against my clit. Rough. Hot. Wet. Oh, yes. Faster. Mmmm, shit, I was about to cum. I needed this release, but not quite yet. I needed to feel this a bit longer. I flipped off the vibration and rammed the purple schlong deep into my folds and pulled out again. Faster and harder I thrust it in and out, in and out, again and again, fucking myself right there, for anyone to see should they walk in. But I didn't care. I was picturing Devon above me, his perfect brow beaded with sweat and crying out my name as he blew his sizzling wad inside my mound. I cried out as I came, hard and pulsating, juices pouring from me onto the couch. My vibrator dropped to the floor and I shuddered from the aftershocks of my intense solo-fucking. Oh, sweet lord. My imagination was fantastic and that had to be the best masturbation session I'd ever had, but I was about to set my sights on the real thing.
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Stealing Dad's Best Friend
"Oh, Daniel, yes," I hissed, "right there."
I pressed my head back into my pillows as Daniel's tongue slid deftly across the tender skin of my swollen clit. He used the soft tip of his tongue to tease me, tracing delicate patterns over and around my aching flesh that had me writhing beneath him. Hot breaths blew against the innermost hidden places of my slit, each one setting off a burst of tingles inside my pussy. I loved the slutty feeling of having myself spread wide open to him that way, letting Daniel see and lick every secret part of me, and in no time I felt myself getting wet.
His teasing had me in agony. I wanted to grab his head and grind my clit against his face until the aching pressure building inside me exploded, but I clenched my hands on the headboard instead, letting him do this his way.
I gasped as Daniel's tongue suddenly bore down, and instead of gentle licks he was lashing me, thrusting and kneading my hard little nub. My breathing grew ragged and my hips began rotating under him of their own accord. He pushed his face against me and sucked my clit between his lips, swirling his tongue around it. I started to squirm, overcome with ecstasy, but his firm hand on my ass held me still.
A fingertip slid against the soaking entrance to my pussy. It toyed with me, tickling, playing around the rim, dipping in to the first knuckle then withdrawing to tease some more. Slowly Daniel slipped it inside me, a little at a time, crooking it to tickle the fluttering walls of my steaming tunnel. When it was in, he slid a second finger alongside it so I felt a little more full, and went back to gently stroking my clit with his tongue. Deep inside of me he found a spot, the spot, and his fingertips went to work massaging it.
My hips bucked under him, thighs clamped around his head. Oh, sweet fuck he was good at this. Juices poured from my snatch, soaking his hand and dripping down into my ass so I was all hot and slippery there, too. His tongue never relented, slowly driving the hot tightness in my belly to a point where I could barely see; all of my muscles locked and I could only breathe in tight little gasps around the unbearable ecstasy burning between my legs. He sucked my clit in again and my breath caught. I arched off of the bed, my hands flying to Daniel's head and shoving him hard against my slit as I ground away at his tongue and probing fingers. My breath burst out of me all at once in sharp cries of release and fulfillment.
"Daniel," I cried out.
I sat bolt upright in my bed, gasping, my skin on fire. A spreading wetness between my legs testified to the intensity of the dream. I was soaked, and the sheets beneath me were damp with sweat and the juice oozing from my snatch. I let myself fall back into the sheets with an agonized groan. My pussy was still throbbing, my clit swollen and taut.
It wasn't fair. Daniel wasn't my boyfriend. He had never so much as touched me in a way that had anything to do with sex. Daniel was my dad's best friend - his "omigod-that-guy's-fucking-hot" best friend. He was the kind of guy that girls got wet just looking at; rugged features, shoulders that always looked like they were going to split the seams of his shirt, a tight, sexy ass that made you dream of grabbing it hard while he thrust into you. And that bulge in his jeans was enough to make you think about him thrusting into you a lot. Oh, damn, but it looked nice. I had been dying to reach out and stroke it ever since my hormones really took off.
Table of Contents
My Best Friend's Dad
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Kissing the Pink
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Lesson in Lust
Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe's Stealing Dad's Best Friend
My Best Friend's Dad Page 3