Page 57 of My Best Friend's Dad

He eats me like a starving beast, licking and suckling along my abs. I don’t even have time to worry about them not being as toned as I’d like. I’ve skipped the gym for months now, opting to do at-home yoga. It’s okay, but I don’t have visible muscles the way I used to.

“Oh my god, Rowleigh.” I grasp his hair, pulling his face into me. I curl up and around his hot mouth, shivering and shaking, goosebumps bursting to life all over me. “If I asked you to go lower, would you?”

His head snaps up. “You mean, do I want to taste your sweet pussy?”

“That’s…umm…yes. That’s what I meant,” I mutter.

His eyes flash. “You’re so beautiful. So gorgeous. And you taste divine. I’d feast on you for hours if I could.”

“Okay. Yes. If you want to.”

I barely get the words out before his hands tear away my overalls, wrenching them down my legs. He pulls my shoes off and sheds everything except my panties.

He drops to his knees, dragging me with him. I sit up so my back isn’t in a spine-busting bend any longer. He parts my legs, dragging his nose down the very wet center of my plain lilac-colored cotton panties.

My face gets hot because even I can smell myself and see the wet spot there that certainly wasn’t caused by the tea he missed lapping up.

“You have a lovely pussy, Bellatrix. So fucking beautiful.”

That makes me laugh. “You haven’t even seen it yet. It might look like the bear of satanic horrors with teeth and hair from the barn.”

“Sounds like a horror movie. The Demon Pussy of Providence.”

My laughter deepens. I never in my life thought I’d be laughing about something like that, especially not with the world’s hottest man on his knees and at eye level with what I personally know is a non-horrifying vagina.

“Just so you know, I’d still be down to go down. She can bite back if she wants. And hair is fine.”

“Argh!” My legs jiggle a little with that squawk. “Nooo, my mind. I’m so sorry I said those things.”

He’s not. He fuses his mouth to my seam right over the fabric, and I. Am. Dead.

“Also, I think there’s something very wrong with you,” I tack on.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, and my skin breaks out in shivers on top of the already-existing shivers. “I think there’s a whole lot of something right with you.”

He picks up the mug again and slowly tips it down my chest without warning. I see it coming, but I’m unprepared for the gush of liquid. Apparently, so is he. Beads of liquid roll down my breasts, over my stomach, and pool in my lap.

I groan. “Shizzle fricks, that was excessive.”

My panties are now soaked from the top too. I smell like the inside of a tea shop. It would be better if it were peppermint or raspberry and not matcha. I love matcha, but it’s an acquired taste.

Without further preamble, even if matcha is not his taste, Rowleigh makes it clear thatIam. My panties disappear like he’s a magician. He parts my legs, works with gravity to slide me forward on the counter so the rest of me eases back onto myelbows, and then licks me from my inner thigh all the way to my clit.

“Oh my god!” I gasp.

His tongue traces down my slit and then up, rasping over the carefully trimmed triangle of hair. I wasn’t lying about that part. Just the teeth bit.

He’s like a surveyor, mapping out routes I didn’t know existed. He parts me with one hand, leaking beads of moisture that might not be all tea. I’m drenched, and he’s loud, but he punctuates the sounds with groans of pleasure that let me know just how much he’s enjoying it.

My breath stutters to a standstill, and my head drops back. There’s nothing but him, plying my slick center with his fingers, discovering me, mapping me, and eating me like I’m as delicious as ice cream cake.

There’s nothing more delicious than that, but I’m willing to cede that maybe I’m on par with it for him.

Then again, perhaps he has never tried the ice cream cake from the world’s best ice cream cake store, and we should have gone straight there instead of attempting to get tacos and—

He lashes his tongue against my clit, and my brain stops worrying about ice cream.

He dances away, teasing me and edging me by not giving me exactly what I need. Instead, he kisses and licks my thighs before brushing hisnoseover my clit as he inhales my pussy.