Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 7

I think that a woman must have hand-made that suit for him, because it loves him. Everything that he wears fits well, but this suit looks even better than the others.

His red power tie is giving me ideas. I want him to call me into his office and then shove me down on his couch, forcing my legs apart and tying my hands above my head. I want him to dry hump me until we’re both ready. Then he’ll tear my skirt and thong off before going down on me. Once I’ve come, he’ll ride me until neither of us can move.

I can hear her moan a little.

“Keep going,” I encourage her.

I don’t think that she needs encouragement. Her eyes are closed. She’s panting fast now. I can see her breasts move with each quick intake of breath.

“Mmm,” she moans quietly. Her legs are shaking. Her mouth is open. Her back is arching as she shakes all over from her orgasm in front of me.

Then it’s over. My cock is still hard, but I tuck it back into my pants. This time is for her, not for me.

“Beautiful,” I say, and she opens her eyes to stare right at me. She looks at her juice-covered hand like it belongs to a stranger and blushes hard.

“I don’t know…what just happened.”

“Do you want me to recap for you? In detail?”

She’s sitting up on my couch now. “No!” She goes to get the skirt from where she dropped it earlier. I enjoy the sight of her bent over, her ass perfectly displayed for me. She pulls it up around her hips. She searches for her thong, but I say, “Leave it.”

“Leave what?”

“Your thong. I want to smell it while I wait for you.”

She’s speechless, her mouth opening and closing without a word coming out.

“We’re done here,” I say, before she can recover. “And you can go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”