Page 6 of Falling for My Son's Best Friend
CHAPTER THREE
Marie
Oh god, I was here in a plush suite of the Four Seasons, I was with a strange man in his hotel room and instead of feeling threatened or scared, I merely felt excited, delirious almost in anticipation of what was going to happen. Because I wanted it. I wanted Trent to reawaken my body, to make me into a woman once more, desirable, harboring a man within myself, making me feel good, whole and sensual once more.
And as soon as the door closed, he was on me, mouth possessive, demanding, yet so sweet on mine.
“Open,” he commanded. “Open for Daddy.”
I giggled a little. Daddy? Here in the hotel suite, I could see that he was younger than I previously thought, maybe in his thirties. Being thirty-nine myself, Trent was hardly daddy material. Maybe I could be his mommy instead.
But then a big hand slipped through my thighs and I gasped, eyes flying open, tingles running sensuously through my cunt, my most private place moistening.
“Oh!” I gasped, breasts heaving. God, it’d been so long since a man touched me there, anything other than my hand or a piece of plastic. So to feel male fingers stroking me softly, petting, patting, before settling into a delicious rub made my mind whirl, my knees go week. “Oh Trent!” I breathed into his ear.
And the big male growled, holding my close.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” he said. “Let me make you feel good.”
I gave into the tidal wave of sensations then, the delectable tingle in my cunt, the delicate beat of arousal between my legs becoming a hammering pulse. I absolutely folded, lost to the sensations.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, Trent, fuck me, fuck me.”
The rhythm of our lovemaking changed with the words, my surrender complete. What had previously been sweet, sensual, a slow exploration became hard, hot, heavy with a filthy edge … and I loved it.
His hands roamed over my breasts, grabbing the sweet flesh, squeezing hard, twisting and pulling at my nipples. “Oh!” I squealed, “oh!” And the big man chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming as he took in my uninhibited reaction.
“Off,” he commanded. “Get naked baby girl, Daddy wants to see.”
I giggled, cunt steaming, nipples hard as tacks, so aroused, so wet already. Because how long had it been since someone called me baby girl? And “Daddy”? But oh yeah, Daddy he was, so commanding, so dominant.
So with tentative hands, I pulled my sweater over my head, shaking my brown curls free in the process. It’d been so long since I was naked before a man, and my hands were slow, shaking a little. But Trent made me feel so desirable, beautiful and absolutely fuckable, and oh, but I wanted it. Because the man growled, his blue gaze never leaving me as he devoured me with his eyes.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” he rasped, eyes roaming the sweet hillocks of my tits. “Off,” he commanded again.
And with trembling hands, I reached in back to unsnap my bra, slowly stroking the lacy straps off my arms, the demi bra falling away to reveal my girls. They were huge, white, absolutely enormous, I’d breastfed my son years ago and they’d never gone down since, retaining that filled-with-milk look, creamy and nutritious.
And oh god, but the alpha had his dick out now and was stroking it, that hard shaft pointing straight at me, tip dripping with lust. I hadn’t seen a man’s penis in real life for so long, and it made me gasp, shivers running down my spine, my cunt moistening instinctively, beginning to gush. Ten inches, stiff as a metal bar, and the only thing I could think about was how it would taste, how it’d feel in my sweet pussy, my folds cushioning his iron rod, the hardness pushed deep in my soft flesh. Oh god, oh god. His pre-cum seeped heavily from his dicktip, shiny and wet, the big man’s hand making soft sucking sounds as it moved up and down that hard shaft.
“Fuck, baby girl, fuck,” he rasped again, fingers pulling off his penis with an audible pop. And I moaned a bit, legs parting instinctively, ready for penetration now. But I wasn’t done yet. Standing once more, I slowly slid the cocktail dress down my body, wiggling a little to get them over my hips, the crushed velvet dragging against my skin. Because yeah, I’m a big girl and clothes are never easy to get on or off, but I didn’t regret wearing the dress for one instant, the way Trent gazed at the miles of steamy flesh exposed, how he ate me up. The man rumbled again, dark streaks on his face as he continued stroking himself, his dick literally dripping now like a leaky faucet, sperm pooling on the floor.
“You need a napkin?” I giggled gently, eyeing his body. “Or you want me to clean that up for you?” The cock jerked at my words, at my intimation that I’d happily lick that fuckpole clean for him. But Trent remained rock steady, eyes intense, merely grunting again.
“Panties. Off.”
And with that, I laughed throatily, wiggling my hips once more. Because I knew how to do this. Slowly, I walked over to the bed, climbing on top of the huge white comforter and positioned myself on my hands and knees, ass high up in the air, lush and white. Wiggling and jiggling a bit, I turned to look over my shoulder at him, humping my ass cheeks up and down, baiting him with my butt.
“Daddy want to see what’s underneath?” I murmured throatily, meeting his eyes over a slim shoulder. “Daddy want to see?”
The man didn’t answer but his iron shaft nodded yes, bobbing up and down like it was talking to me. And so with another giggle, another sweet laugh, I lowered my shoulders to the mattress, balancing carefully, pressing my cheek against a pillow and slowly reached back, edging my panties over that luscious white ass, revealing my cheeks, my big behind, and finally that steaming, hot pussy, my moist slit. Wiggling a bit, I maneuvered the panties down my knees and off my feet, tossing them into a corner, uncaring where they landed. Oh god, how had I become such a wanton whore? I was Marie, single mom, repressed and shy, and yet now I was acting like such a slut, ready for this man in every part of my body, hot, moist, and so eager. I loved it, I loved this new side of myself, it was like a phoenix had risen from the ashes, a transformed me.
And rolling with the delicious naughtiness, I met his eyes over my shoulder once more, still wiggling deliciously, making my ass jiggle.
“Come and kiss?” I murmured, coyly meeting his eyes, the soft folds of my pussy glistening and pink. “Kiss my pussy?”
But the man wasn’t having it.
“You’re beautiful baby,” he growled, eyes never leaving that moist slit, hand still glued to his cock, going like a motor. “But I want to see more. Spread, baby, spread it,” he commanded, so alpha, chest and abs tight as he stroked himself, entire body hard. Because somehow during my strip tease, he’d lost all his clothes too, the man in full glory before me, tanned and toned, bronze skin, all of it bare, exciting, and rock hard ready for me.