Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 260 -

*Olivia*

"Giovani..." I breathed out, my eyes fluttering as he tugged my shirt over my head, exposing my chest to the sultry air.

He nipped my lower lip, pulling it with his teeth as his hands wandered my heated skin.

Giovani's kisses trailed down my neck. I clenched my arms around his neck as his tongue swirled around my breasts. His long, hot tongue licked across my hardened nipples, and I inhaled sharply before his mouth closed around the soft flesh. He smelled good-too good. From his hands to his hard body rubbing against mine, I wanted more. His thumb circled one nipple while his tongue worshipped the other, and I gasped at the sinful feeling. God, I liked him.

Everything about him.

Fear of my first time be damned. I wanted this. I wanted all of him.

His mouth made a popping sound as he released my breast, and I wasted no time pulling his head up to my mouth. Giovani pulled me from the wall, quickly maneuvering us to the floor as he laid me down gently, cradling my head on the plush carpet.

His body covered mine, his hardened bulge meeting just where I wanted it to, despite the clothes. I moved instinctively, the friction causing us both to groan.

"Eager, aren't we, carina?" he asked with a mischievous chuckle. "You aren't going to run away again, are you?"

"Just fuck me," I demanded, breathily.

He obliged with a grin, as I dug my fingers into his shirt, the buttons popping with the force I used. I pushed it down his shoulders, revealing his muscled figure to my eyes. His skin was tanned like it had been kissed by the sun, and I wasted no time running my hands down every inch of it I could feel.

We explored one another, his hands running down my waist and then hitching in my shorts as he pulled them down and out of the way.

I was soaking wet. I could feel it dripping as I rubbed against the fabric of his jeans, needing any kind of friction or I'd go insane.

He firmly gripped my thighs, parting them as he left my mouth to lick a long strip down my stomach. He dropped a nip to my inner thigh and I let out a soft squeak. I could feel him chuckling as he made his way to my sex.

My heart pounded in my ears, eager but also scared. I had never done this before, and I was clearly more inexperienced.

But still, I had never felt this good before.

While I was debating in my head, Giovani had no such concerns as he plunged his tongue into my cunt, and I cried out.

"You taste so good," Giovani moaned lowly, "A perfect little tentatrice."

But that was just a taste, and with a dark look in his eyes, he went in for seconds. I gasped at the feel of him devouring me, his fingers quickly following as he traced them up and down my wet slit, and I rocked my hips in time with his tongue, needing more.

I clenched my hands in his curls, holding on for dear life as he plunged his digits into my cunt, his tongue sucking on my clit in return.

I could feel his eyes on me, taking in every second of the pleasure he gave me as he masterfully pulled me toward a climax. I whimpered, pressure building in my stomach in a way I had never felt before.

But then he pulled back, a teasing smile on his face, and his fingers pulled out of me with a wet pop.

My eyes went wide, staring at him in disappointment as he lifted his soaked fingers to his face, his eyes locked on mine as he licked his fingers clean.

"Deliziosa," he murmured, licking every last drop up like I was a sweet candy he couldn't get enough of.

I pouted, that peak drifting away as he chuckled.

"Good girls come when they're told, Olivia," he smirked.

But I could play this game, too. I smirked back, sitting up as I grabbed his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them.

"And I told you," I purred, as I hung around his neck, pressing my body over his, "that I like to get what I want."

Giovani grinned wickedly as I reached between us to unbutton his jeans, cupping the front of him. He smirked even wider as my eyes went huge at the feel of him.

He was massive, just like I suspected, and I licked my lower lip, wondering how he'd feel inside of me, how he'd taste.

I slid on top of him, the contact causing me to gasp as he tightened his grip on me. I breathed out, sliding back and forth on his cock. He watched me with lidded eyes, letting me do as I wanted as that feeling built again. "Touch me," I demanded, wanting his hands on me.

He obliged happily as he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple, and I gasped as he drove me to the edge again.

He hummed, grazing his teeth across my breast, and I sloppily hurried my pace, chasing after that high I was looking for.

He bit down, tugging at my nipple just as I tumbled over the edge, gasping from the force of my orgasm. But I needed more.

"Naughty girl. You came all on your own," Giovani smirked, teasingly.

The moment I tried to move my hips, his hands tightened around them, preventing any sort of movement.

"Giovani," I glanced up at him, pleadingly, a whine I couldn't stop in the back of my throat coming out. "Please fuck me."

Something in his gaze snapped and before I knew it, his hand snuck around my head, grasping my hair in his hands as he kissed me.

The taste of myself lingered on his tongue. It was odd and salty but not bad.

Giovani shed his pants with skill, laying me back down gently as he took himself in his hand, pumping a few times before he slipped on a condom I hadn't seen him grab. I watched with wide eyes, wondering how on earth a monster of that size could fit inside of me.

His fingers dove back into me, and I cried out as he stretched them out inside of me, opening me up for him. Once he seemed satisfied, he aligned himself against my cunt, and I breathed heavily, both in fear and excitement.

I kept my eyes locked on his.

Do it. Take me, I wanted to say.

He listened.

The head of his cock pushed through my opening and I winced, not quite hurting but feeling the stretch. I hung onto the back of his neck, breathing through my nose. It stung, but not quite as much as I thought it would.

I gasped as he fully pressed into me, filling every inch of me perfectly until I was so full, I felt I could burst. I clenched down on him, testingly, and he groaned.

"Easy, carina," he said softly, letting me adjust for a moment.

I clenched his arms as he leaned over me, my legs wrapping around his waist as we breathed together. At this moment, we were one.

"Merde," Giovani cursed and then he began to move.

I gasped aloud as he plunged inside of me, the pleasure filling me. I writhed underneath him, but I was pinned between him and the floor.

His lips claimed mine as his pace increased. I tried my best to meet him, sloppily moving my hips to his, but I couldn't focus on anything but his cock as he pounded into me.

He was so deep, fucking me harder and harder as he swallowed every inch of my gasps and moans.

That pleasure built in my stomach, sending shockwaves through my skin every time he slammed into me. It was building and building like a balloon. His lips moved to my neck, his teeth lightly biting at the skin and his breath burning as our sweat-soaked skin mingled together.

I couldn't tell what was him or me any longer.

"Giovani," I cried out and he cursed once more, his teeth digging into my skin roughly as he pushed into me one more time, and we were both coming undone.

There was silence, only the sound of us panting, and then Giovani was rolling off of me, laying on my side as his cock pulled out of me with a squish. I could feel something pouring out of my cunt, dripping onto the floor, but I didn't care. I turned on my side, my eyes meeting his as what we had just done washed over us.

I didn't regret it, but there was a sense of shame.

Dahlia. What would she say if she knew what we had just done? This could ruin our friendship.

"What's on your mind, carina?" Giovani asked, propping himself up on his elbow to watch me, "You're distracted."

He brushed my hair away from my face, cupping my cheek so gently, like I was glass that he could break.

"Dahlia," I answered, worriedly. "I'm worried she'll hate me."

He frowned, pulling his hand back from me, "Do you regret it?"

"No!" I cried, grabbing onto his hand as I dove into his arms. They wrapped around me so naturally, as if this was where I belonged. "I can't say I don't like you and I definitely don't regret it, but I'm worried about how she'll react. She's my best friend. I can't lose her."

"I like you, too," Giovani chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "So, we'll just have to keep it quiet until we know if we can work or not."

I was smiling before I realized it, my heart bursting with joy to know he liked me too. We lay there on the floor, a mess together, but there was nowhere I would rather be as I soaked in his presence.

But eventually, I became uncomfortable with the stickiness.

The two of us got up in silence, gathering our clothes and pulling them back on. I watched Giovani button up his shirt, missing the sight of his bare skin but knowing this wasn't the time.

"I don't want Dahlia to see me leaving here like this," I gestured to the mess that was my hair and clothes. "So I better be gone before they get back."

Giovani nodded, a smile on his lips as he walked me to the office door. Right before I grabbed the doorknob, he pulled me in for one last kiss.

"I'll see you later, carina," he smirked, tracing the mark he had left on my neck.

I blushed, rushing out of the office as I heard his laughter echoing behind me.

Well, Damn.

I was so fucked-in more ways than one.