I’d roar if my tongue wasn’t selfishly stuffed in her tightness when her release comes. I’m indulging in her juices, feeling her pussy quiver as she releases, imagining it wrapped around my throbbing rod.
She gasps as her orgasm passes, the pulsing in her pussy telling me it’s come to an end.
This knowledge isn’t from living some wild bachelor’s lifestyle. It comes from reading my woman, from us being made for each other.
“You horny thing,” I say gruffly, standing up and reaching for my pants. “Stay like that. I can’t think. I just need to cum all over your big beautiful ass.”
“Should I do anything?” she whimpers.
“Rub yourself and shake that ass.”
She looks over her shoulder, her hair spilling down, her eyes wide as she reaches back and starts playing with her pussy.
I free my throbbing cock, all ten-plus inches of it, stroking precome from my tip to my base.
I’ve never had balls this full or needs this intense.
I start stroking, but then something snaps in me.
It’s like a monster howls.Who cares if this is Julian’s daughter?
“Can you take it?” I snarl, guiding my cock to her hole.
She shifts slightly so my helm strokes across her rippling cheeks.
“Silas…,” she moans softly. “I don’t… I’m….”
“Your pussy needs it,” I snarl. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to, but I felt how badly your little slit needs my cock. I knew you wanted it the second you bit your lip. When I saw that wet spot on your panties, I almost exploded. I need to explodein you.”
So we can begin our future, I almost say, but I manage to stop that part.
I inch my swollen cock toward her sex, my tip buzzing with hunger, with anticipation. She moans softly.
“You have to be so, so gentle,” she says. “You have to….”
Suddenly, the buzzer sounds, cutting through the intimacy.
Breaking the spell.
It’s like I wake up, staring at what I’m about to do, my huge swollen dick inches from my best friend’s daughter’s pussy. Her juices are in my mouth.
My swollen balls roar at me to ignore whoever that is, to claim my woman instead.
The buzzer goes off again.
I quickly pull up my pants and walk over to the desk.
What if it’s Julian?
“Yes,” I say, pressing the button.
“Julian’s back, sir,” my secretary says.
I turn, suddenly hating myself, wishing I could take it all back, wondering when I became such a goddamn traitor.
“That never happened,” I snap at Lauren, even as I hate myself for it. “Nothinghappened.”
She pulls up her pants. “Fine, whatever you say. It never happened.”