Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 82

Best friend Dad

He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from shouting. He had been going up and down trying to make the party a success that when he was done, all he needed was to be in a quiet space. The kitchen seemed to offer that, and he’d been enjoying it until she came in.

The moonlight was the only source of illumination that helped Cheryl identify this unknown figure,

Knowing it was George cased her a bit that she didn’t know when she wrapped her arms around him. He caressed her head.

“Where have you been?” She asked softly, looking up into his eyes. “I missed you.”

They were about to kiss when the sound of overlapping conversation and laughter traveled through the house. Some people were heading towards the kitchen.

Cheryl quickly turned towards the switch and turned on the light only to realize George was no longer in the kitchen. Some girls led by Vanessa tobbled into the kitchen, and as soon as her friend saw her, she became concerned.

“Darren told me you left him. Why? Don’t you like him?”

Cheryl shook her head. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Vanessa, but I’m really not looking for someone now.

With that, she turned away, leaving her friend baffled. She made her way to the guest room and then remembered George’s room was just beside it, so she stepped into it, her heart hammering against her chest.

The door creaked open, and when she saw George standing in front of the window with no shirt and a cigarette in between his fingers, she lost all sense of dignity. Her entrance immediately pooled, filling her mind with dirty thoughts. She needed George, and she needed him now. Especially when he turned and she saw his dick print in his sweatpants.

She locked the door.

“You should be at the part…‘

“I need you to fuck me. Now.”

George was stunned as if he hadn’t expected such courage from her or he thought he made it clear to her that night was the end. Yet, here she was, like a drug addict begging to be fucked. And she looked goddamn sexy doing it.

He stepped forward, drinking in her appearance, the teasing dress, the skin left bare and her pretty face, made even more sexy with the makeup. When he was so close their bodies touched, he breathed out a cloud of cigarette to her face and watched the way she closed her eyes and breathed in. He put it off on the ground and lifted her chin, his eyes not leaving her exposed cleavage.

“You’re tempting me, you little demon. Look at you, begging for my dick like a naughty girl.” He said, his deep voice vibrating through her throbbing clit.

“Please. I wa…want it.”

“You want what?”

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“Y…your dick, George.” His name rolled off her mouth like a prayer. A desperate prayer that she was clinging to like life. “I want your dick in my pussy.”

“Do you realize that I’m your friend’s father? Even more so, like your father.”

Cheryl mustered the courage to run her fingers over his chest, something she’s always wanted to do, feeling the sweat roll of his abs, tracing the lines of the artwork on his body before resting her palm on the spot where she felt his heart beat.

Shutting her eyes, she spoke softly, her lips light parted. “I know you want it too. Let’s not waste time.”

Within seconds, she was coming out of her gown, left in nothing but her panties and her heels. “It doesn’t matter that you are my friend’s father. You can be my daddy too.”

She slowly walked towards the bed, deliberately swaying her hips so that her ass was wobbling as she walked, making George get even harder. There’s no way she’d be doing all this to him and he’d let her walk away, unscathed. Yet, he was patient enough to watch.

Cheryl climbed the bed and facing him, she took off her underwear in a slow, deliberate movement. When she was done, she spread her legs, each on one side until he could see the whole part of her pussy. And he could see that she was dripping wet.

“And look how wet I am for you, daddy. Don’t you want to help me?” She asked in a tiny, frail voice that was pleading, her eyes wide and puppy–like. Her lips were pouty too, begging to be kissed until they were swollen and bleeding.

“Fuck!” He growled and went closer, burying his face into her pussy.

He lapped her wetness, running his tongue in between her folds and simultaneously pushing his tongue into her pussy, loving the feel of her contracted muscles. The smell of arousal that filled her pussy made him go feral that as soon as he was done feeding on her pussy, he let down his pants and freed his huge dick.

Cheryl’s eyes widened. The day she always dreamed of was here. Biting her lower lip and pushing a finger into her pussy, eyes fixed on his, she spoke, “I want that dick in here, daddy.”

George knew she was greedy. He was afraid he wouldn’t fit but she wanted it and was begging for it. He could only do her the honour and do it. Before she could say another word, he had lowered himself and began to push his dick through her opening.

She screamed before he shut her up with a kiss. Thankfully, his door was sound proofed.

Cheryl however felt like she was in heaven with the kiss that she didn’t mind the slight pinch that came with his dick going through her like a truck ramming through a wall. His cock made her feel full, spreading her walls apart, stretching and urging her to accomodate more of him.

Cheryl gasped, almost losing her breath as he thrust and buried himself in her pussy. He could destroy her whole body, and she’d worship him for it. That’s how much she wanted him.