Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 78

Best friend Dad

“Mr. Carter, I think…”

He lifted her chin with his finger, a dark smirk curling his lips. “Oh, darling. We both know you’re not sorry.”

She swallowed hard and debated whether or not to admit.

“You’re hard.” That was the first thing she could say coherently while looking into his eyes.

Her voice was soft and cajoling, making George ignore the voice telling him this was wrong.

“Yeah. You remember I invited someone to help me with that, don’t you?” He tilted his head to watch her squirm under his gaze.

But she didn’t. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. George lightly pulled away the strands of hair that clung to her face, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her nerves. The contact provided a tiny dent to her insatiable need for his touch. She closed her eyes, seeping in the lingering feeling while he let his finger trail her cheek to her chin. Then he went on to brush the back of his hand against her neck, trailing down till he got to her chest, the swell of her breasts peeping out of the robe.

Then he stopped. Cheryl opened her eyes to look at him, lust dripping from her gaze as she batted her lashes at him.

“I remember, Mr. Carter. And I know you need help.”

He shook his head and walked away. “You can’t help me.”

But Cheryl’s body was so heated she couldn’t let him walk away. So she rushed over to him, grabbed his arm and knelt down immediately before him.

“Wh..what are you doing, Cheryl?” His voice was hoarse, unsure and shaky. However, he didn’t make a move to stop her.

“Let me help you,” she said, already wearing her hair up into a ponytail.

Her body language was saying a lot of things. That she wanted this more than he thought.

“This is your daughter’s friend, George. You’re going to let her suck you?” His mind constantly churned with the question but her hands were already wrapped around his dick, warming him up and making him jerk.

Her soft touch was nothing compared to her lips when she pushed her face closer to his dick, kissing the tip and reveling in the taste. He tasted fresh, evident that he just stepped out of the shower and he smelled like bergamot and citrus. He smelled good and tasted heavenly.

Cheryl was afraid her jaw would dislocate if she rushed to take him into her mouth but George was impatient, now comfortable with her doing this. He dipped his member through her small mouth, watching as it expanded for him. He looked at how beautiful she looked with his cock in her mouth and he knew he could never regret this. He knew for a long time she’d had a crush on him but he never pushed it lest it would look like he was encouraging her.

She’s grown into a young woman and it seemed the crush never withered. Now she knelt before him, sucking his dick like the good girl she always claimed to be.

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He was too large for her but she was greedy, taking him on and using her tongue to flicker the slit on his crown.

“Oh, fuck!” George cursed, losing his balance for a second but he quickly grabbed her head for balance.

When she could no longer go for fear of throwing up, he aided her, pushing her head back and forth. The slick and sloppy sound of his dick fucking her mouth filled the room and he got even hard wondering how nice her pussy must be if her mouth could feel this good.

“You’re so good with your tongue, Cheryl.” He muttered, his fingers massaging her scalp as he threw his head back. “You’re so fucking good.”

As if the words motivated her more, she used the tip of her tongue to trail the length of his dick, feeling and memorizing each vein of his huge wand. They were strong and visible, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

She trailed her tongue down to his balls, her hands now moving up and down his length. She buried her face in his balls, sucking away like they were her last hope at gaining sanity. She was hungry for his dick and he could sense it. He could sense it so bad that when she returned her mouth to his dick, playing with his balls with her hands, he growled and slammed his dick down her throat.

Cheryl could feel the crown of his dick hitting her throat, making her gag and making her eyes water. The roof of her mouth could feel the impact as well as he was going fast and hard. By the pace and by the way he sounded, she could tell he was on the edge. So she used her hands to squeeze the base of his dick that her mouth couldn’t take. He was fully covered and squeezed up that with another thrust into her mouth, he couldn’t help but spill his seed into her.

Cheryl didn’t budge, she didn’t flinch. She stared up into George’s eyes and slowly released his dick before licking what was left of his seed on her upper lip. She hadn’t let go of a single drop.

“That was good, wasn’t it?”

George couldn’t reply immediately. He sat on the bed, breathing heavily before asking her.

“How many times have you done this?”

Still kneeling on the floor, she answered, “Just once.”

He was mesmerised. Cheryl wasn’t lying. The only time she’d done it for a guy, she hated every second of it. Not to mention she didn’t spend up to a minute before rushing to the toilet to throw up. But with George, it was like being given the privilege of worshipping his dick and she felt honoured.

As they both stayed in the room, silence enveloped them, the only sound being the rain pattering on the window and the fire crackling.

That was until Cheryl started taking off her robe. George was shocked to see her in nothing except a pair of stocking she must have worn to keep warm.

His eyes almost bulged out of the socket that he said something Cheryl never expected.

“Wear your clothes!”