Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 79

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Cheryl, ever a stubborn girl, continued to walk towards him. She looked even more delightful than she did in clothes. She had a body shaped like a pear. Thick thighs, round ass and a small waist. Her pussy was nicely trimmed, glistening with her juice that indicated she was wet for him. Her tit’s were round, handsized and her nipples reddened and hard.

His dick had gotten hard immediately at the sight. Her skin was smooth, porcelain and soft. He wanted to get lost while kissing every inch. No, he wanted to do more. But he knew he couldn’t go past what they had both

done.

“You…you need to wear your clothes, Cheryl.”

The way he said her name, like a prayer. Like a chant.

“But that won’t be fair, would it?” She asked and George didn’t know how to answer. Somehow, it seemed wrong but their bodies seemed to be in agreement that they belonged together in bed.

“I’m in need just as much as you are.”

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George knew what she meant and so decided after that night, there would be no such thing happening between them again. He couldn’t take advantage of her but he’d help her just as she did.

“Lay down.”

Cheryl did so without hesitation. George rose and glanced down at her beautiful frame, ready to be devoured by him. “When last did you have sex, Cheryl?” He asked to be sure she wasn’t a virgin.

“Since I graduated high school.” She answered, her voice lowered due to her hunger for him.

Fuck! How could he do this? “Your pussy has been untouched since high school?”

Cheryl almost told him she had been keeping it for him and felt no one else deserved it but him but was too in the mood for talks.

He knelt by the foot of the bed so that his face was leveled together with her pussy. He grabbed her thighs to pull her closer before spreading them, cursing under his breath at how much juice was spilling out of her. The bed sheet was now so wet and still getting soaked as she yearned for him.

He placed both legs on each side of his shoulder, his gaze fixated on the space between her thighs. She was beautiful inside and out. He let his hand graze her slit, watching as she shuddered against him. He then began to caress her whole body. From her stomach to her tit’s, grabbing them with both hands before pinching her nipples.

“Aw…” Cheryl moaned, arching her back against him. The pain and pleasure that shot through to her pussy was second to none. She spread her legs wider and watched him stare into her eyes as he kissed her stomach.

He would bite a part of her skin till it’s red and then kiss and breathe warmly against the spot. Every time he did this, Cheryl would squirm against the bed, grabbing the sheets and begging.

“Please, Mr. Carter. Please.”

He looked at her again, his eyes darkened with desire as he asked. “Please, what?”

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“Please touch my pussy. I’m hungry for you, Mr. Carter.”

He groaned, a small animalistic sound that only intensified how she felt. She inched her waist towards him and he laughed seeing how desperate she was.

“Oh, you naughty girl. So hungry for my tongue.”

“Yes, I am.” She writhed against the sheets as he trailed her legs up until he got to her pussy.

He softly bit her sensitive bud, eliciting a scream before he flickered his tongue over it, massaging the spot. Cheryl purred at the sensation, wanting more.

George carefully flicked through her slit, sending jolts of electricity swimming up every nerve, firing up her neurons. His tongue was soft, gentle and silky as if he was getting used to her taste. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue up and down her slit while she writhed on the bed, mumbling incorrigible words.

Applying gentle pressure, he pushed his tongue through her opening while savoring the taste of her arousal that wouldn’t stop dripping. She tasted sweet and floral, driving a mental force that George wasn’t aware he had before. He wanted to claim her while he’s buried between her legs. He wanted to hear her scream his name, throwing aside any formality she may have had for him.

“Mr. Car…Mr. Carter…,” he slapped one tit, pausing to let the words roll out of her mouth.

“Call my name, Cheryl!” He was desperate, she could see it.

But it was going to seem weird if she called him by his name now when all she’d ever called him was Mr. Carter as a way of respect.

“But you’re my friend’s daddy.” She muttered, her voice frail and shaky.

George replaced his tongue with his index finger, loving the way her pussy clamped around it. “Not when you’re with me, sugar. Now, I’m going to be your daddy.” He began to thrust her slowly, watching her face to see how she was breaking apart, asking for more with how she arched her sexy body.

She let out a shaky moan. “But, Mr. Carter…”

He twisted her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure and shudder. “Daddy!”

“Yeah.” He growled, lowering his face between her legs again to flicker his tongue on her clit. “That’s more like it, baby,”

With that final word, Cheryl was coming undone, quivering and spraying his mouth and face with her juice.

George swiped her entrance clean with his tongue, feeling proud of his own doing. But before they could say more, Cheryl’s phone rang.

“I…I should pick that.” She grabbed the phone from the cabinet by her bedside soon as she got into her room. Hello?”

“Pumpkin, where are you? Where have you been? Your mother and I have been worried sick.” It was her dad.

She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair. “I’m at Vanessa’s, dad. Not in the hands of some kidnappers.”

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She heard him sigh from the other end of the phone. “Come home now, dear.”

Without a chance to respond, her father hung up. She had no choice but to grab her things and leave.

“Is that your dad?” His voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she whirled around to see George standing right behind her.

He was so close to her that she could still feel his hard–on. If only she could stay the night and ride that dick till morning. But she knew she couldn’t.

“They want me home.”

George didn’t argue against it or insist she stayed. Instead, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go pack up your things. I’ll drop you.”

Even though she was reluctant to leave, she knew there was no going back as George now pulled up in front of her house. She expected to just get down and bid him goodbye but as she turned to leave, he pulled her by the neck and pressed his lips against hers,

She was rigid at first but then she decided to melt into his kiss, tasting his masculine scent and running her hand over his taut muscled chest.

He broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m not done with you, my sweet girl.”

Cheryl could only nod her head as she couldn’t believe this. Was this a dream? Well, it certainly couldn’t be as entering into her house slammed reality on her face.

Her parents didn’t even acknowledge her arrival as they were yelling at each other while she made her way to

her room.

Welcome back, Cheryl Sanders.

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