Page 30 of Snowbound with My Dad's Best Friend

My hand reaches around her, gripping one of her supple breasts, massaging gently as her head falls back against my chest.

My lips trail kisses across her bare shoulder blade as I press my erection against her ass again.

She reaches behind her, grabbing my cock in her hand, and begins to stroke.

I gasp, my lips pressing against her back as I thrust into her hand.

My excitement drips out of the tip of my penis, her touch feeling so good.

“Roll on your back,” I instruct, and she follows my words blindly. I crawl slowly between her open legs as she invites me in.

My right hand caresses up her leg before gripping her ankle and throwing it onto my shoulder.

Her other leg wraps tightly around my waist as I line the tip of my cock with her vagina and push my way in.

Her moan echoes through my bedroom as my own gasp intertwines.

She nearly sucks me in as I pull away again and enter, teasing her only with the head of my throbbing erection.

It makes a squelching sound as it continues to go in and out, her excitement evident as I glide.

She lets out a whimper as her hand tries to pull me into her further, but I stop.

“What’s the matter?” I ask mockingly. “Do you need more?”

I already know what she needs, but I love to hear her beg for it. As she bites her bottom lip, she nods.

Pushing forward, I give her exactly what she wants, and I bury myself deep inside.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams out, and I pump into her again and again. Gripping her leg that is thrown up on my shoulder, I use it as leverage to pull her into my every thrust.

I know we just did this earlier, but before today, it had been years of me missing her, longing to touch her one last time.

Now the opportunity is here, and I’m not going to waste it.

The next time I pull back, I exit her completely, causing her eyes to shoot open curiously.

I lower her leg off me and lean down with my hands resting on the bed. “Roll over,” I whisper against her parted lips.

I lean up as she does as I command.

I place a firm grip on either one of her ass cheeks, squeezing as I spread them ever so slightly.

Just enough to show me the way back to her soaking wet pussy.

Straddling her closed legs, my cock enters her from behind, giving me just enough cushion to go as hard as I want to.

Releasing her cheeks, I grip the comforter that is bunched beneath our heated bodies and drive into her.

She cries out, her voice dripping with ecstasy as she balls the blanket into her fists.

Her face buries into the pillow, muffling her whimpers with each thrust I make.

“Fuck, Becca,” I groan, and my hand leaves the bed to find her messy bun. My fingers intertwine with her hair as I pull gently, causing her to moan again.

“Harder,” she yells, and I thrust even harder this time.

I can feel her juices dripping down my shaft, and all I can think about is how delicious she tastes…