One night stand with my daddy's best friend
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BECCA

Oh, my God is this really happening? It's what I've wanted for so long and now my dream is coming true. We tumbled through the door to my apartment, unable to keep our hands off each other, kissing so hard it almost hurt. We pushed and pulled at each other's bodies until we collapsed on the living

room couch.

I breathed in his scent as I kissed him sensuously, smelled the divine richness of his masculine scent and felt his strong hands on my body. His fingers hooked themselves into my clothes, threatening to rip them to rags. Between my legs I could feel his hardness press into me, my own flood of liquid passion burning through my panties.

This is wrong, I thought as I opened my legs for him, but I want it more than anything.

"Oh, fuck you're so beautiful," he breathed, sitting up for a second to look at my body. He rested his hand on my stomach for a second and felt the rise and fall of my breath. Then he slid his hand in between my breasts, his fingertips reaching for the buttons of my blouse.

He paused for a second, as though he knew he should restrain his urges, but he couldn't. For a second, he panted, licking his already wet lips as his cock bulged through the front of his pants.

I lifted a hand to his crotch and felt the length of it through his clothes. Inside, I was filled with both fear and desire. What would I do when I first saw it? How was I supposed to touch it? But at the same time, I knew I wanted to take it, wanted to pleasure it and feel it pleasure me.

He groaned as I squeezed it through his pants, and he closed his eyes for a second.

Gradually, he began popping open the buttons of my blouse, one by one, showing inch by inch of flesh until I lay in front of him with my bra exposed. It was the furthest I had ever been with anyone, and I was filled with a sense of pride that I had waited so long. That only Matthew had seen me like this.

My nipples stiffened and were ready to be touched. Slowly, he leaned down and pulled the cups of my lacy bra down to reveal my pale breasts.

"Oh, God," he whispered, his hot breath tingling my nipples.

He caressed them gently at first, then he lowered his mouth and sucked on my nipples, his tongue running circles around each of them in turn. His grip on my breasts hardened as his fingers began to dig into my flesh.

Moving his mouth lower, he kissed the space between my breasts, my ribs, my stomach, the sensitive curve of my hip bone before trailing his tongue even lower.

"Take this off," he ordered, yanking at my skirt.

I did as I was told and unzipped it quickly before tossing it onto the floor. In just my panties, I lay before him feeling exposed but horny as hell. Opening my legs even wider, I revealed the wet patch on my panties, and his eyes widened. "Oh, fuck," he said, resting his hand on my thigh.

I felt as though I was catching fire, as though if he didn't move his hands those crucial few inches closer to the sweet

spot between my legs I would explode. He could sense how much I needed him, could see how aroused I was.

Tracing a line down my inner thigh, he brought his fingers closer to me, then a little closer, almost close enough for me to feel the tips of them graze the sides of my panties. He knew the moment he removed those panties there was no turning back. He knew it was the moment I would give myself to him.

With his eyes meeting mine, he slipped two fingers inside the delicate lace and pulled it to the side to reveal my shining lips. His breathing quickened when he saw me ready for him, pink, shaved, and dripping wet.

Something flashed in his eyes like a primal urge letting itself be known. Something that told me he was no longer going to be a gentleman.

"Sit on my face," he ordered. "Sit on my fucking face right now."

He grabbed my ass and lifted me easily, as though I was nothing more than a rag doll. As he lay down, he pulled me on top of him, pulling my pussy down onto his mouth. In an instant, I could feel his hot, wet mouth encapsulate my clit with pure pleasure, and I let out a scream.

It was nothing how I'd touched myself all those times. It was far more intense. It wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was the real fucking thing.

I could feel my body begin to shake as his tongue ground down on my clit. My juices began to flow freely over his mouth, and he lapped them up thirstily, groaning as I rode his tongue.

"Oh, God!" I screamed, tearing at his hair. Euphoria washed over me in waves as my thighs shook violently. "Fuck!"

He sucked even harder, his hands holding my ass in an iron grip.

"Oh, God, Matthew! Matthew I'm... I'm coming!!"

With a surge of violent shudders, I reached a climax that rocked my body from the inside out and evaporated every single thought in my head until I was nothing but pure pleasure and white heat and ecstasy.

I thought I would never stop shaking. But the feeling melted away and I was left trembling and breathless. He still worked his tongue against me, but it felt so good it hurt, and I pushed his face away. "Stop," I said, rolling off him and collapsing on the floor. "Oh, my fucking God."

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I felt as though I had forgotten most of the words in my head and just stared blankly at the ceiling seeing stars. When I rolled over, I saw him looking at me with pure admiration in his eyes. "You're quite the screamer," he smirked.

"I've never..." I gasped, still sucking in air. "I mean, I didn't even know I could feel like that."

He lay on the floor beside me and put a hand on my stomach, stroking me gently. My body was limp and overcome with pleasure, but I needed more, and as I pressed myself against his body, I grew wet again.

Rolling on top of him, I straddled his hips. He was still dressed, and there was something so powerful about him being clothed while I was naked. I was vulnerable in his arms.

But I was desperate to see what was beneath his shirt and longed to drag my fingertips over the muscles I had dreamed of for years. Tearing at his shirt, I pulled it from his chest, his muscles bronze and glistening. Scratching my fingernails over him, I watched as goose bumps rose over his skin. He bit his lip as it tickled and wriggled beneath me.

"You can do it harder if you like," he moaned, running his hands up my sides and holding me in place. He pressed his

hard cock against me as I scratched him again, this time harder, leaving long, red lines down his chest like claw marks.

Lowering my hands to his stomach, I felt his abs contract beneath my fingertips and marveled in the strength of his body. Then I felt for his belt and pulled it free from his pants.

I knew what was coming, knew I had to do the one thing I had dreamed of for so long but was nervous, even afraid of.

Slowly, I pulled down his pants until I was looking at the bulge of his cock through his boxer shorts. He was enormous, bigger than I knew a cock could be. I stroked him through the fabric of his boxers and felt him twitch. There's no way that's going to fit inside me, I thought.

I may have been an inexperienced virgin, but even I knew he was big. Sensing my unease, he took my hands in his and looked me dead in the eye.

"Are you okay? You look nervous."

You have to tell him. He has to know you're a virgin. I swallowed my anxiety and held my breath. What if he thinks you're a little girl? What if he doesn't want you anymore? "Becca? What's wrong?"

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Looking up, I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the couch and realized just how nervous I looked. "I've never done this before."

He looked confused for a second, then sat up. "You've never..."

"Had sex before." "You're a virgin?"

At first, he stared at me as though he was waiting for the punch line to a joke. When it didn't come, I could visibly see the moment in his eyes when the penny dropped.

"You said you hadn't had a boyfriend before, but, fuck, I had no idea."

He leaned closer to me and held me tightly to his chest. I reveled in the warmth and protection of his body as he kissed the top of my head, then my cheek.

"You're so perfect," he whispered, stroking the hair from my face. "I wish I had known."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and gently held a hand to his strong jaw. "I don't want to be a little girl anymore," I told him. "I want you to make me a woman."

Excitement flashed in his eyes and his grip on me tightened. I lowered my fingers to the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down.

"Have you really never touched a man before?" "Never."

His excitement grew. "I have a lot to teach you," he said with a smile, running his hand down my body.

I pulled his boxers down further until I could see the angry tip of his cock. It was red and throbbing.

"It doesn't bite," he smiled, pulling his boxers all the way off.

For the first time I was face to face with a cock, and it was so big it reached up past his belly button, rock solid and begging to be sucked. I had never sucked a cock before. But all I knew was that in that moment, I want to suck the life out of him.

Taking it in my hand, it felt so natural to run my hand up and down the length of it. Even more natural to place my lips gently on the tip and flick out my tongue to taste it.

"Hold it with both hands," he instructed me. "Yeah, like that. And twist them a little as you move them. Aw, fuck. Yeah, just like that. Oh God, that's so good. No, don't stop. Keep going. Oh, fuck!"