My Best Friend’s Father Wants me novel Chapter 9

Enora:

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. I was crushed against his muscular chest and the warmth of his skin seeped into mine. I had never imagined that I would be this close to him.

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for that answer."

His lips claimed mine and my body surrendered to him. His touch was electrifying and my skin welcomed his fingers.

His tongue was soft as it invaded my mouth and made love to mine. I could still taste the lobster and wine we had this evening. It tasted much better off his.

“Enora…”

He groaned against my lips and hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around him and I felt my soaking pussy even closer to his groin. He moved his hips and his erection rubbed against me, pressing pleasurably against my throbbing sex. I let out a moan that was sucked into his mouth. I was all his.

He moved to the bed and lay me down while he took off my heels, kissing my calves and sucking my toes. The sensation shot through my legs and I moaned and gripped at the sheets.

"You are beautiful, Enora.”

My shoes were off and his hands moved to my panties. The fabric grazed my engorged bud and I arched myself closer to him, gripping harder at the sheets and moaning his name.

I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me with lustful passion. I was shaking with desire. I wanted him. Now.

“You are soaking, Enora. And it's all for me."

His fingers dipped inside me and I jolted slightly in pain and recoiled a little at his touch. He looked at me in concern, and I flushed red.

“You are a virgin? This is your first time?"

I nodded silently. Was he disappointed? I couldn't tell. His eyes didn't give anything away.

He exhaled and leaned towards me and gave me a deep kiss. I groaned into his mouth, but the pleasure was short-lived.

“If this is your first time, I'll make it your best. Just relax and trust me."

Trust him? I had surrendered myself to this man the first day I set eyes on him.

His fingers eased deeper into me. It hurt a little, but soon I was used to the feeling, and a wave of pleasure washed over me each time he thrust his finger in and out of me. Every movement was mind-blowing. His fingers moved artfully inside of me and his beautiful fsvr never left mine as he watched my every expression.

“You look beautiful when you moan, Enora."

I could feel the pleasure building but I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

“Please fuck me. Please."

He smiled and continued to move his fingers inside of me, taking pleasure in the fact that he was making it harder for me to string words together.

“You really want me inside you?"

“Yes! Please!"

He had me begging like a puppy. I hadn't had a cock inside me. I didn't know what it felt like, but I was certain that I wanted his, and I knew it would feel even better than his fingers.

“I want you to beg for it."

He thrusted his fingers deeper and I let out a scream.

He pushed a little more and he was completely inside of me. I felt so full and stuffed. Every time I squirmed, I felt my orgasm threatening to send me over the edge.

"If you don't stop moving, you are going to make this a very quick session for both of us,” he teased huskily.

My face was hot and so was my body. He began to move slowly inside of me and I moaned with every thrust. It was a maddening pleasure. I wasn't sure I could take much more of him.

He slowly picked up the pace and I could hear my juices slushing sluttily with every penetration.

“You are so wet, Enora and you take my cock wonderfully."

Oh, how I would have loved to say something to him but my words had all been stolen and replaced by his name. My body no longer belonged to me. It was all his, and I wanted him to do with me as he pleased.

His thrusts became harder and faster. His groans filled my ears and I could take it no more.

“Ahhhhhhhn!"

I felt my body convulsing around him. I was reduced to a shivering mass and even when he pulled out of me, the shaking didn't stop. I was captured by my orgasm and by my boss.

He owned me and my body testified to it.

By the time I was still, he was laying beside me and he pulled me into his arms. His body was covered in sweat but I didn't mind. He had a lovely, musky scent, and I would mind it being the first thing I smelled every morning.

“You were such a good girl, Enora. So beautiful and tight."

“You were…"

Words failed me and I was seized by sleep as I lay in his arms.