Texting My Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

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I can’t look away from her ass, her panties disappearing between her made-to-be-grabbed cheeks. She’s as full as I knew she would be, her thighs thick, every part of her handmade for me.

For my hands and my lips and my tongue and my cock.

I’m going to fuck you from behind, I type, one-handed as I stroke myself quicker and quicker. I’m stroking my cock for you, Danielle, but I’m imagining I’m pounding you from behind. I’ll lean forward and massage your breasts, play with your horny nipples as I fuck your soaked, tight pussy so possessively you start to scream in pleasure. But then you won’t be able to scream anymore, not when the orgasm hits you. I want to spank that round ass just hard enough to see it go as red as your cheeks, then watch as your come squirts down my cock. Then, and only then, will I finish inside your perfect young tightness.

Fuck, she sends. Damien, it’s happening now!!!!!!

Me too, me too.

I just about manage to send the message before my attention returns to the photo. I’m still marveling at the roundness of her ass and the way the light bounces off her. My hand strokes faster and faster up and down my length as I lie back on the bed, holding the phone so I can stare at her constantly.

Scrolling up, I move to the photo of her bra, feasting on her breasts.

And then I let out a shuddering breath as hot come fires up my shaft, exploding out of my tip and all over my T-shirt.

I gasp and grunt as more and more seed spills out of me, as fantasy melts into reality, and I’m sure I can feel her pussy wrapped around my dick, squeezing on, willing me to finish.

Tell me you came for me, Danielle, I type, sitting up.

I did. Heck. It was amazing.

I finished too. Staring at those PERFECT tits.

Those infuriating three dots appear and vanish a few times, leaving me to wonder what she’s writing.

Finally, her text comes through.

That was wrong. We both know that. But the thing is, Damien, I don’t regret it.

I swallow a big lump of emotion. It’s like she’s taken what I’m feeling and sent it right back to me.

My whole body is thumping with what we just did, both with more desire and with a tinge of regret…it’s a feeling I struggle to take seriously since the hunger is so much louder.

But I know I have to. I know she’s right.

I feel the same. I got carried away. You have no idea how beautiful you are.

Maybe it was just the angle of the photos. Ever think of that?

Then let’s see each other in person, I type, knowing that I need to stop for the hundredth goddamn time.

But there’s no turning back now. I need to see her, to do everything we discussed but for real.

Let me strip you naked in real life. Let me see those big round tits. You need it as badly as I do, Danielle.

I want that, but….

But Max? I type.

Yes. What if Dad ever found out?

My mind flops as I try to imagine the situation, try to envision how Max’s face would twist in agony if he ever knew what had just happened…and here I am, wanting to do it again, starving to do it again.

I want to tell her he will find out one day anyway. It’s not like I’m going to kidnap her and take her away from her life. When her belly swells with my children, or when I propose to her and mark her as mine, Max is surely going to know then.

I don’t know, I type back. We could discuss that in person.

The beast inside of me is howling, demanding that I take this further than texting as soon as possible, snapping at me that I have to do that.

I want to meet, she writes. But I’m scared, Damien.

Of what?

What happens if Dad finds out. Of not being good enough. Of everything. Do you think maybe we can cool it off, just for a couple of days? I need time to think.

“No,” I growl, thinking about those pictures, her flushed face most of all, the innocence and the lust warring in her eyes.

But I don’t want to push her too fast.

I understand, I write. But it’s going to be difficult. I really can’t stop thinking about you.

I can’t either, she replies. But there’s so much at stake, Damien.

CHAPTER TEN

Danielle

Anna stares at me across the table, the steam from her coffee rising around her face. She’s looking at me like I’ve just done a double backflip when all I really did was tell her about the sexting me and Damien have been doing.

“It started on Monday,” I tell her. “That evening.”

It’s Thursday now, three days since I told Damien I wanted some time to think… and then, every night, he’ll start a conversation.

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