Sneak Peek 2 Cherries for My Dad’s Best Friend
SNEAK PEEK: 2 CHERRIES FOR MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND
In this excerpt, Leah sees her dad’s best friend’s TWO big tools.
“Yes, Uncle Killian,” I breathe. “I want it. Pop my cherries, and make me a woman.”
He lets out a feral snarl, and then suddenly, the huge man is on me. His head swoops down to claim my lips and I’m lifted into his strong arms.
“Don’t worry about that, baby,” he rasps harshly. “Because you’re getting it tonight.”
I don’t reply because this is what I’ve wanted for a while now. Maybe I didn’t have a conscious awareness of Killian as a virile alpha male before, but I certainly do now. I can smell his masculine scent, spicy and musky all at once, and my body responds reflexively. I go limp and soft against his hard frame, wetness pooling between my thighs as my hard nipples graze his chest.
“Yes,” I murmur, kissing him hungrily. “This is what I want. This is what I need.”
Then, before I realize it, I’m nude in his arms on the sofa. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised because what an alpha male wants is what he gets. But Killian works quickly, and I look down with dazed confusion at my clothes lying discarded on the floor. Is this really happening? I’m just about to say something when my eyes alight on his members, and suddenly all thought leaves my mind.
“Oh!” I gasp. “Wha… wha… what ?”
Killian grins, those blue eyes flaring as his big hand grasps the shaft on the bottom, squeezing gently.
“Cat got your tongue, baby? Or are you just shocked to see my anatomy again?”
I swallow thickly, unable to tear my eyes from his double dick because it’s even better than I remember. He’s gripping his lower shaft in one big fist, and the ten inch member pulses angrily, the tip already glistening with seed. Meanwhile, his upper member strains towards me, the glans slick and shiny even as a pearl forms at the tip. My pussy moistens in answer and I mewl with need. Heck, it more than moistens. My cunt gushes with arousal and Killian groans when he sees the slick of nectar on my thighs.
“Fuck baby, you’re beautiful,” he rasps in a hoarse voice, those blue eyes going from my big breasts, over my narrow waist and to my glistening slit, before roaming back upwards. “You’re better than my wildest dreams.”
To be continued …
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