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“Or, I should say, I did.”
“Now I have a dirty little secret to fantasize about when I strok...
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“Hi.” The woman holds her hand out, and I take it. “I’m Courtney. That’s Sterling.” She nods toward the hot guy. “And this is Ursa, our little baby bear.”
“Kendra.” I hold my hand out to the younger of the two. The guy, maybe my age, gives me a wide smile as his palm connects with mine. “Fisher. Nice to meet you.”
“Fisher.” Luther’s voice is so serious and loud that the younger man almost jumps. “Hey, Rocky.”
Torture. The last hour has been actual torture. No offense to Simpson’s stories, but I’ve been staring at Kendra’s bare thighs for a fucking lifetime as she leans against her armrest, talking to a man who is arguably more age appropriate.
My phone alerts me to a new text. Grateful for the distraction, I pull it out of my pocket. Baby Doll: Remember that last picture I sent you?
I raise my eyes from my phone. Hers are already on mine. Another text comes through. Baby Doll: That’s the only thing I’m wearing under this dress.
I move my gaze over to Fisher. Kendra is wearing nothing but a formfitting dress and a thong, and he suddenly feels way too close. Another text.
Baby Doll: Do you know if Fisher is single?
OH MY GOD
No. Even if I hadn’t met Luther until today, he still would’ve stolen all my attention. My phone vibrates on my lap. Papi: Make an excuse to go to the house. Papi: Alone. Papi: Now.
“Open the door, Kendra.” I hear her exhale before she slides the door open. The kitchen is empty. And when she steps inside, I follow. I shut the door behind me. But I don’t look back.
I expect a remark. Maybe a raised brow. But her gaze is full of need. Need for me to touch her. For me to tell her what to do. What I want.
“Tell me you can be quiet.” “I can be quiet, Daddy,”
“No kissing.” “What? Why?” Her disappointment fans my ego. “Because,”
“Because the next time you put your lips on me, you’re wrapping them around my dick.”
“And when you put that hot little mouth on my cock, I’m going to fuck it.”
“You want that? You want to walk out there with puffy red lips and tear tracks down your cheeks? You want everyone to know what a slutty little Daddy’s girl you are?”
“Luther.” I exhale against her skin. “When we fuck in this house, you call me Daddy. Now reach back and take my dick out.”
“Hurry up, Baby.” I press my fingers against her clit. “We have to be quick. And
you better get my cock inside you before you come.”
“Breathe and relax.” I pull almost all the way out. “You can take me. You’ve done it before.”
I can’t hear anything. Can’t see anything. I can only feel. I can only feel her. Everywhere. I pull out. I thrust forward.
“Hurry up.” My fingers are frantic over her bundle of nerves. “Hurry up and come before we get caught.” I roll my hips. “Unless you want to get caught with my cock buried in this greedy little pussy.” I shove deeper. “Then everyone will know that I’m your Daddy now.”
I close my eyes. I throw my head back. And I explode. My cock pulses over and over, and I empty my balls inside my best friend’s daughter.
I wasn’t sure anything could top our first time. But god. Fucking. Damn. This man gets hotter by the second. My core flutters around him. If having a Daddy kink is wrong, I will never be right.
“You okay?” “Okay?” A puff of laughter leaves my lips. “I think you just fucked my soul into another dimension. In a garage laundry room.” I can feel him shake his head. “Possibly not the most romantic location.”
“You better keep clenching, Brat. Or you’re gonna have to walk through the house with my cum dripping down your legs.” “What—”
“Luther.” I try to keep the humor out of my tone as I attempt to scold him. Lips press against my bare shoulder. I can’t with this man.
“Hold your hand out.” Luther’s quiet voice caresses my skin, and I struggle to keep my damn muscles flexed. “Why?” “Baby, just do as you’re told.”
“It’s a clean kerchief.” He releases my wrist.
“I’ll take that.” I ball the fabric in my fist. “No, you will not. This is mine now.” He hums. “Have it your way.”
“So, what’s the plan now?” I keep my voice to a whisper. “I’ll open the door, then we hurry to the fridge and grab an armful of drinks. If anyone walks in, they won’t think twice.”
“Warm?” Luther smirks at me. “A touch.” I lower them so the glass is against my neck. “Just a touch?” He takes a step toward me. “Maybe I need to try harder next time.”
“Hands to yourself, Old Man.”
The laugh behind me is rich and so full of playfulness it makes my racing heart squeeze. I cannot fall for this man. We’re just having fun. I can feel Luther right behind me as I reach the door, and my pulse soars from his chase.
He uses his newly empty hand to grab a pair of bottles out of mine. “Never question good luck, Baby Doll.” I nod. “Won’t argue.” Then I reach forward and catch the door before it can swing shut.
And my gluttonous pussy throbs. If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.
“If I have caffeine this late, I’ll be up all night.”
“Sometimes I forget how old you are, then you go and say something like that.”
I sigh. “I’m fine.” Luther does that humming sound I love so much, then holds my wrist for another few seconds before he turns the water off. “Thank you.” I catch his eyes as I say it. Dad shoves eight thousand paper towels into my hands. “You’re welcome.”
“Sharing is caring.” “I like you, but not a brownie amount.”
“You cool with me crashing on your couch tonight?” Brownie slight forgotten, Dad opens the beer and slips the cap into his pocket with a shrug. “It’s your back.”
“If you two will excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy my dessert outside.” I pick up the plate Luther put together for me. “I’ll join you,” Luther says, like that wasn’t the plan all along.
“What a shame,” Luther says with mock sadness. “Guess you can’t sit by your new boyfriend anymore.” I make a contemplative sound. “Think he’d let me sit in his lap?” “You’re never going to find out.”
And I give him my honest answer. “Just you.”
“Alright, Baby.” My words are quiet. Gruff. “Just us.” I swallow. “Wait here.”
Crying
“We’re sharing one chair?” “You said you wanted to sit on someone’s lap.” I start walking. A large oak tree stands at the edge of the yard, the wide green leaves creating the perfect spot of additional shade. It’s close enough that it won’t look like we’re trying to be separate, but far enough that we won’t be overheard.
There’s a tightness in my stomach. My conscience reminding me that this is messed up. That I shouldn’t be fucking my friend’s daughter, who is twenty-four years younger than me. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t stay the night. I should walk away now. Before it’s too late. Before feelings get involved. Just you.
Luther is a big guy. Tall and broad and built. And I’m not a small woman. Sure, next to Luther, I feel dainty, but I’ve never been light. And I don’t want to be a part of a chair collapse.
