Ella's P.O.V.
Mark is so so good in bed ! He literally makes me cum every time In bed,” Clarissa says loudly dramatically fanning herself as she whistled.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying not to cringe at this conversation.
“Ethan is just the same way!”Vanessa says with her lovestruck eyes wide with excitement.
“He does this thing with his tongue on my nipples that makes me scream!”She squeals out.
I have been listening to my friends talk nonstop about their boyfriends for the past ten hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because Simon, my boyfriend is crappy and shitty in bed!
“Must be nice,” I said, chiming in for the first time tonight.
“Oh, come on,”Vanessa says sitting up and throwing a pillow at me giggling.
“C'mon Simon can’t be that bad.”Clarrissa sneers..
I raised an eyebrow at her. “We’ve been together for what? and he has only made me cum like five times,” I said my voice vibrating in annoyance.
“Are you serious?”Clarissa asked in disbelief. “I thought you said he always ate you out.”
“He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.”
Simon wasn’t completely terrible. Sometimes, he would hit a spot on my clit, and I’d moan but it doesn't do it!
“You can always find yourself a new man who’ll do you right. Here's an idea what about Jeffrey?” Vanessa winked at me smiling...
“Well He’s hot.” She fanned herself. “I’ve thought about him way too many times.” I shook my head in her direction. I didn’t need her trying to set me up with anyone. I mean i already have Simon, He had been with me through all the heartbreak, through Mom’s accident when Dad left. All of it.
A knock broke through my train of thought!
The door opened, and Mr Trent sticks his head into the room, smiling and the pointed look he gave me didn't go unnoticed.
"It's almost two in the morning girls, time for bed"He says sternly as he glanced around still sending strange stares my way. I quickly tore my gaze away from him trying to look else where.
“Sorry, Daddy. We’ll be quiet,” Vanessa says...
After he left the room, they turned back to me.
“So, should I call him and talk to him for you? Or do you just want me to give you his number, and you can do it yourself?”She asked.
I bit my lip, making it seem like I was contemplating. “I’ll pass for now, but I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. I wasn’t going to keep that in mind, but I knew if I didn’t tell her that, she’d keep bothering me about it.
“Oh, okay,” she said.
They turned back to each other and started with the constant chatter of boyfriend's talk.
“I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked them.
They shook their heads at me and continued to talk about their boyfriends. I walked out of Vanessa ’s room and down the hall toward the kitchen. Mr.Trent was sitting at the table and holding a drink in his hand. I innocently smiled at him and walked over to the cupboard. I said I wasn’t going to do anything tonight with him, and I wasn’t going to. I just needed some water. That’s all.
The fact and truth is that have been crushing on my nest friends dad, the chemistry and near sex events we've had has been orgasmic. The thrill of teasing him during my visit always sends shivers down my spine.
I stood on my toes to reach for a glass on the top shelf. My shorts rode up my legs as I stretched out. My fingers just barely grazed against it. I sighed and reached for it again.
Mr.Trent placed his hand on my lower back, and I jumped.
“I’ll get it for you,” he said.
Goose bumps darted across my skin at his touch, remembering the way he touched me earlier. His hardness brushed up against my backside as he reached for the cup.
I closed my eyes and clenched. He pushed himself against me harder and finally grabbed the cup. When he placed it on the counter in front of me, he brushed his fingers against mine.
“Thanks,” I breathed out.
“Not a problem,” he said, I could just feel his lips on my ear, his cock slowly pressing itself into my tight pussy, clenching around him. He walked back over to his seat, and I took a deep breath, hoping to regain control of myself. I walked to the sink, swaying my hips just enough to keep his attention, and filled the glass.
He sighed. “Ella, we have to stop playing this game.”
I shut off the sink and looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he said.
When I pursed my lips in his direction, he closed his eyes and placed his hand under the table.
I shook my head and smirked. “No, I don’t actually.”
He swore under his breath as his eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my curves. His gaze met mine once more, then he walked over to me.
“Let me show you then.” He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter next to us.
My heart raced as he roughly pushed me up against the counter and lifted me, so I sat on it. He pushed himself between my legs and rubbed his hardness against my throbbing core.
I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt, and clenched. “Mr Trent, I have a boyfriend.” But that didn’t stop me before … and as bad as it was, it wasn’t going to stop me again.
He grabbed the glass of water I had poured, his finger tracing the edge of it. “A boyfriend who can’t make you cum" he said.
My cheeks flushed. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier.
He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” He took one of his hands off of the glass and rubbed it against my shorts, like he had this morning. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Ella, not a boy.”
My nipples hardened from underneath my shirt as the pressure built in my core. I reached up and pinched them lightly, letting myself enjoy the moment. He kissed below my jaw, and I whimpered.
“I can make you cum, Ella,” he breathed, pressing another kiss on my neck, his fingers toying with my pussy.
“Please"
“Whatever you say.” He smirked, then brought the glass of water to his lips and sipped it. I raised an eyebrow at him as he watched me. He licked his lips and moved the glass to my lips, wanting me to take one as well. I furrowed my brows, His smirk widened as he pushed the glass closer to my lips. I guessed I would go along with it.
I parted my lips and moved them closer to the cup. He tilted the glass, letting the water spill out of it. He purposely missed my mouth, and the coldness of the water ran down the front of my thin white tank top, making it see-through.
“Oops,” he said, gazing down at my chest with hungry gray eyes. “Sorry.”
The shirt was plastered up against my hard nipples. His fingers crawled up my body, and he took my nipples gently between his fingers and pulled on them. I gripped the edge of the counter and threw my head back as heat rushed to my core.
“I’ve been waiting to see these for so long,” he murmured. He dipped his head and grazed his teeth against my wet shirt while he snaked his hands under my shirt to grope my breasts.
He pressed his lips to mine. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, loving the feeling of his hardness against my shorts.
“I need you,” I said. I didn’t want to fucking wait anymore. I didn’t want to be disappointed night after night after night. I grasped his thick hair in my hand and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me, please.”
He undid the button on his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down just enough to take out his dick. I pushed down my shorts and underwear. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbed his cock against my wet pussy, and groaned.
And within a moment, he thrust into me. My pussy wrapped around his cock, like it had never felt anything so big inside of me, and clenched on him each time he pumped into me.
His gaze traveled from my swollen clit to my wet T-shirt, and he watched my tits bounce as he fucked me.
“Fuck,” I begged.
He wrapped his arms around my knees as he pounded harder inside of me. I bit my lip to muffle my moans. My legs began trembling in his hands. He tugged on both of my nipples harshly, and my back arched. I threw my head back and moaned. He covered my mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into me. Pressure was building in my core again.
He wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up off of the counter, bringing us to the next room the living room. There wasn’t a door, only a doorway. He kept the lights off and placed me down gently behind the couch. Even though the room was dark, I could still see the smirk on his face.
He knelt, lifted my legs in the air, and placed them on his shoulders.
My eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him.
“Giving you a damn good time,” he said.
He shoved himself into me harder than before, and I arched my back, trying to hold back my moans. Mr.Trent pressed his hand to my mouth as he fucked me harder. I moaned into it and gripped the rug underneath me. His fingers teased my nipple through my wet shirt, and I tightened around him. Mr.Trent thrust harder inside of me, his hand trailing down my body to my swollen clit. His fingers massaged circles around it. I bit down hard on my lip, desperately trying to keep quiet.
My legs shook as the pressure between my legs became unbearable. I threw my head back and moaned into Mr. Trent's hand.
My lips parted. Oh my God. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure pumped out of me. He smirked down at me and pulled himself out.
When I finally came down from my orgasm, he lay down next to me, pulled me on top of him placing my pussy near his face and forced my head onto his cock.
I swirled my tongue around his cock, tasting my juices, and slowly took him all the way down my throat. He pressed my head down further for me to take more of his huge dick. I bobbed my head up and down on his length, and he began thrusting his cock into my mouth.
“Don’t fucking stop,” Mr.Trent mumbled against my pussy. He flicked my clit with his tongue and forced me back down onto him. “I wanna see your tits bounce as you suck my cock.”
He bobbed my head up and down on his cock, harder than before. I gagged on him as he hit the back of my throat. He brushed one of his hands against my breasts, took my nipple between his fingers, and twisted. Holyfuck!
I sucked harder on his cock as he continued pleasuring my clit and nipple. His tongue made quicker circles on my clit, and I knitted my eyebrows together, unsure if I would be able to hold myself together. I continued sucking on Mr Trent's cock like he wanted me to. I forced him deep down my throat and gagged quietly on it. His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there.
I tried to breathe out of my nose and gagged once more. I needed to breathe.
Hearing footsteps I froze. Fear and excitement stirred within me at the thought of getting caught. Mr Trent's tongue massaged my clit faster as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy squelching overwhelmed me. There’s no doubt that they couldn’t hear it.
He continued thrusting inside of me with his fingers, and his tongue lightly flicked the top of my clit. I clenched and released myself onto him. I forced him deeper down my throat, hoping that his cock would muffle my moans. The pleasure continued to course out of me, His warm cum hit the back of my throat and slid down it. I almost gagged, and he smirked against my pussy.
The footsteps retreated and I finally gasped out for air and moaned at the same time. I slid off of him and onto the ground. He pulled me closer to him and smirked.
“You ready for more?” he asked.
My eyes widened at him. “How can you ask that?! We almost got caught by your daughter and she's my best friend!”
“Only two more times, and I’ll have made you cum the same amount of times in one night than your boyfriend has...