Trapped with My Best Friend’s Dad by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Nine

Rayla

I squeeze onto his rock solid arms, my fingernails straining under the pressure of his irrepressible muscles. He growls and I let out a whimper, stifled by the closeness of our mouths, as his solid body presses harder against mine.

So I wasn’t misreading the signals. He was going to kiss me in the kitchen.

He feels it too, this thrumming desire…

But does he feel the other stuff, all those mad thoughts of the future and a family and an impossible happy-ever-after?

The questions slide from my mind as his hands slide further and further up my legs, squeezing tightly so that sizzling sensation coils around my thighs and dances all over my skin, torturing and teasing.

My whole body vibrates when he slips his hand between my legs, pushing down on my panties, driving his hand against the sensitive nub of my clit.

Suddenly thinking becomes impossible as he rubs from side to side.

I can’t believe this is happening as he presses even harder against my core, coaxing wetness out of me, his finger pushing firmer against my clit. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers with a carnal growl beneath his voice, the sort of growl that tells me he’s going to claim me like a wild beast.

“You knew what you were doing, you horny girl. Wearing that bathrobe, driving me wild. You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fingering and licking that tight young hole.”

He slips his finger down – oh, fuck – and then slides it inside of me. My channel is soaked already, wetness seeping into my panties. He drives deep and holds his finger pinned inside of me, his breath panting hotly over my cheek.

“Fuck, your hole is so tight. You’re going to have to cream fast before I make your tight young slit sore.”

“Oh, oh,” I whimper, gripping onto his shoulders as a shudder moves through me.

It’s like a part of me is watching this moment, sitting above and looking down at this ripped alpha, every inch of him bursting with lust and muscle. And then there’s me, the curvy girl, the girl who’s never had any attention in my freaking life.

And he wants me?

Think of Millie,a voice cries, but it’s so quiet, fading beneath the volume of his desire.

I shift my hips against his hand, pumping.

“Roman, we shouldn’t…”

“I know we shouldn’t,” he snaps. “But I’m going to die unless I make you cream and taste that tight juicy hole. Do you always get this wet?”

I shake my head, unable to stop a moan from escaping me. It’s like his touch is electric, and as the rain hammers and pounds against the window, the electricity sparks through me. It matches the rhythm of the storm like I’m playing with it, as he moves his finger in fast circles around my sweet spot.

I’m aching for more, utterly at his will. Drenched.

“I asked you a question,” he snaps.

“No,” I moan. “N-never.”

“Come, Rayla. Come now. Come like the good girl you are.”

His words trigger something deep inside of me, and suddenly the pressure of this impossible man’s finger becomes too much. This shouldn’t be happening, but my body doesn’t care as my hole flutters and my body tingles.

My belly pulses, my hole aching, as an orgasm thunders into me. Lightning crackles through the house and I scream, falling back on the bed.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it. Give it to me, Rayla.”

“Yes, yes,” I cry, thrusting my hips as he starts to finger me faster, my pussy making wet noises as he pumps roughly.

“Fuck, I need to taste you. Keep creaming.”

I look down to find his steel-haired head dropping down between my legs. He snarls and tugs on my panties, roughly pulling them down my ankles and throwing them to the floor.

Burying his hands in my thighs, he growls and presses his face to my pussy.

Hot fire blazes across me as he opens his mouth and sucks on my clit. His tongue pushes against it as he sucks harder, pulling my clit into his mouth, enveloping me in warmth and aching euphoria.

My hips start to jerk without my permission, more thunder moving through me. I feel my juice squirting out of me, a sharp sexy feeling, as he attacks my clit with his predator’s mouth.

Shudder after shudder hammers through me.

He slides his hands around my hips and grips onto my ass, massaging as he squeezes hard. Hot sensation spreads across my skin, dancing up and down my legs.

The orgasm hammers through me and makes me tremble, and then I’m left falling back on the bed, shuddering as the aftermath makes my legs twitch.

Roman snarls and leans back, staring down at me with glistening lips.

“Taste your hot young pussy.” He leans down, bringing his lips to mine. “And moan like a horny thing as you taste yourself.”

He crushes his lips against mine, opening his mouth and dancing his tongue against mine. I taste my hot juices as he growls, letting me know he likes it. I moan like he told me to. His growling gets louder, fiercer.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss. “Your pussy’s good and ready for a hard fucking pounding now. You horny girl. I’m going to stretch that tight slit so much. Can you take a big dick, Rayla?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head, as anxiety ripples through me.

His eyes widen. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

My mind fills with an image of me telling him “nothing, baby, nothing’s wrong”. And then bending over and look at him over my shoulder, sticking my curvy ass into the air. Come and get me, Roman.

I’d sit back on his dick and shift my hips up and down, making him growl like when he kissed me. I’d pulse against him and feel his massive cock driving up inside of me, bouncing sassily and with full knowledge, he’d find me sexy.

But anxiety grips me, my mind filling with horrible futures. Like me sitting back against him and screaming no because he’s too big because I’ve never taken, never done it…

Oh, God, is he going to get angry with me?

And Millie – I have to think of Millie.

But that’s just an excuse because there’s a world where I leap at him, mount him, and sit down on his huge throbbing member. There’s a world where I grind down the length of him until he’s pinned inside of me like our bodies have fused together.

Shooting his hot seed inside of me.

I know I’ll feel it, the heat of our future, his seed tingling against my womb as we join. He’ll kiss me as I orgasm, pulsing against him, at the same moment he explodes inside of me.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

“Why?” he snaps, his voice shivering like he can barely contain himself.

It’s like any moment he’s going to leap on me and take what he deserves anyway.

What would I do if he went feral and claimed me now, threw me down, and gave me no choice? I think I’d whimper and cream all over his dick, my womb telling me I need a savage like this, a beast who’ll do anything to make me swell with his seed.

My womb is a horny needy bitch, telling me I can take him, I can take all of him.

But my heart is shivering and screaming no, it’s too soon.

“Why do you think?”

I want him to say, Millie, to be the one to draw it out into the open. I want him to take the responsibility of revealing my shameful unspoken truth because otherwise, I’ll have to face it.

“I think you need to tell me.” He brings his face closer to mine, letting me taste his breath, feel his heat. “Because otherwise, I’m going to lose control. I’ll throw you down and fuck you ragged, Rayla. I’ll stretch and tease your young tight hole. I’ll make you fucking gape as you cream, as you have multiple orgasms because your needy innocent body can’t get enough.”

“I want that,” I whimper.

“Then fucking take it.”

He darts his hand to my wrist, grabbing my hand and pulling it over to his crotch. I sit up and grip onto the front of his pants, feeling the outline of his massive cock.

“You feel how badly I need you?”

“Yes, yes,” I moan, stroking up and down, stunned by the size of him.

His massive length goes all the way down his thigh, a huge imposing weapon. Nerves rage through me when I imagine it sliding inside of me, going deeper and deeper, the pain shimmering through me.

“You’re so big,” I whisper. “Freaking hell, Roman. Is that normal?”

He chuckles darkly. “Don’t you dare stop rubbing.”

I moan and pick up speed. His cock is pulsing in his pants, as though imprisoned and trying to break free. It twitches and jerks, swelling in my hand.

“Bend over. Show me that ass. Goddamn, Rayla, I can’t wait to watch those beautiful ass cheeks bouncing against me as I’m fucking you. I’ll drill you into the bed and pommel that tight slit until you’ve got nothing left to give. Fuck, baby. You make me crazy.”

“Wait, wait,” I gasp.

He’s not going to stop unless I tell him. Unless I crack open my chest and reveal that buried secret, as I crack open that part of myself. I need to smash the magical surreal quality of this moment, an impossible moment, where my best friend’s dad is making me feel things I’ve never dreamed of.

Think of Millie. That’s what I tell myself I’m doing.

But really it’s the fear of that massive cock, of his face clouding when he realizes I don’t know what I’m doing.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, and his face changes, turning savage.

His eyes harden and he leans back, letting out a brutal breath like he’s debating storming out of the room.

“A virgin?” he snarls. “A fucking virgin.”

“Yes,” I whimper, quivering under the sudden force in his voice.