Taste For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy : Book 1

by Brooks, B. L.

  7

  MOLLY

  “She was right, I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that something so horrible was going on behind my back,” my mother says as she opens up the basement door, interrupting our kiss. She’s so angry that she doesn’t bother to yell or raise her voice. That quiet, calm fury is the worst kind of anger from her.

  I pull my mouth away from Dean’s lips.

  “Mother…” My voice trails off.

  She remains standing in the doorway, her face red with fury. Mr. Andrews is staring at her. Not a word has been spoken. I don’t know what he’s planning on saying to her, but he doesn’t look ashamed. He doesn’t look like an apologetic man who has done something wrong.

  After what feels like minutes later but it’s only a matter of seconds, the silence breaks.

  “Before I even knew that Molly was your daughter, I was drawn to her. I can’t pin it, but there’s something strong between us. You have to understand that this wasn’t planned. Plus, Trish, who are we kidding? We both know we moved on from this marriage long ago,” he tells her. His voice is controlled and matter-of-fact; his tone calm as ever.

  “I’m leaving, I’m not going to put up with this. Oh, and you’re damn right Dean about this marriage being over! I’ve been having an affair with Greg for the past four months anyhow, so suck on that, you daughter fucker.” My mother quickly turns and heads up the stairs, shutting the door behind her.

  For a split-second, I think Mr. Andrews might run after her, try something to fix all of this. But he doesn’t. He stays right here. He moves closer to me, and I feel relief washing over me.

  “I didn’t know if you were actually going to stay. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you went after her. She is your wife,” I point out to him, even though knowing that my mother has been cheating on him for months. I still felt as if there could be a chance that he doesn’t want me as he thought he did before.

  “She’s not the one that I want, though. She’s not my baby girl, you are. And it’s been coming to an end for a long while now, we both knew it. I think that’s why she started an affair and is leaving instead of staying here and fighting with me,” he explains to me.

  I never imagined they were having this many problems in their relationship. It certainly didn’t seem so when I had first arrived, although, their affection did seem fake to me. At the time, I’d felt guilty about flirting with my boss. Finding out that he was my stepfather made me feel even worse. But beyond guilt, I also felt envy. The way they held each other when I arrived earlier… I wanted it to be me whom he was holding.

  “You will see everything is going to be fine. We’re going to be fine,” he whispers against my ear. A moan escapes my lips, pressing my ear against his mouth, seeking that rush I felt while he was inside of me.

  We hear the house door slam, and I know that it’s my mother. Then, the door slams again, but I know that my mother wouldn’t come back into the house after leaving. I saw it with my father.

  When she had found out that my dad was cheating on her with his secretary, she gathered her things, slammed the door, and never looked back, not even to come and get me.

  “Ms. Clarkson must’ve gone with her,” he whispers.

  The house is now quiet. I quickly get up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” he asks me, rising from the bed to stand beside me.

  “I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower. Then I’m going to go to bed so I can be ready for work in the morning. Just because I’m fucking the boss doesn’t mean that I’m going to slack when it comes to my work.” I wink at him, giving him a warm smile upon seeing a sexy smirk come across his face.

  8

  DEAN

  I never figured Trish was just going to leave without a scene, but I was wrong. I’ve never been so happy to be wrong in my life.

  Mark those words.

  Two weeks later, the divorce papers came in the mail. Since I have nothing to hide, I had Molly open the envelope.

  “She’s going through with this,” Molly tells me softly.

  “Are you mad that she is? Most women would be happy that they’ve won.” I laugh lightly, showing her that it doesn’t bother me at all. I could give a fuck less about what she’s doing. I have what I want — Molly — and I’m not going to let go of it.

  “No, I just thought that she was going to get mad, get over it, and come back. Then again, when she left my father, she didn’t come back, not even for me.” Molly looks forlorn as she tells me this. I swiftly pull her into my arms, locking her in as her head rests against my chest.

  “Some people don’t realize what a gem others are until it’s too late. You’re my precious jewel, and I’m never going to let you go,” I assure her, giving her a gentle kiss.

  She nods her head at me as she pulls back, giving a kiss back on my cheek. When she looks at me, I can see the love that she has for me.

  She wants me. Needs me.

  Almost as much as I need her.

  For me, it was love at first sight. I don’t want to stop holding her; I don’t want to stop touching her. Ever. Every little thing about her I desire, adore. I’m far past obsessed at this point.

  She lets out a giggle and pulls away. I can feel the love she has for me even if she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t need to.

  “Why don’t you go put on something nice for your... daddy?” I raise an eyebrow at her, challenging her. That sexy smile of hers spreads across her face as I finish the last word.

  She quickly turns to race up the stairs, and I follow behind in amusement. I love how she’s always game for what I have in mind.

  She rushes into the bathroom, and I can’t remember having this much fun before. Most certainly not with Trish.

  With Molly, it’s easy to let go and forget the world around me. Molly is all that exists. I find it hard to stay away from her, even at work these past few weeks. I thought that I was getting too old to find happiness again, but that’s not true. It feels exhilarating to be with her, so amazing to know that she’s not going anywhere. She’s right where she belongs, here with me.

  “Are you going to put on something nice for me?” I ask her gently through the bathroom door, trying the knob and realizing that it’s locked.

  “Patience! I’ll be out in a minute to join you.” I can hear the laughter in her voice loud and clear, which makes me believe that she has her face against the bathroom door.

  I step away and head to my room. That’s one thing that we haven’t shared yet, a room. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms all night.

  We thought that Trish would try and come back, thinking that she would want to make things work, but there’s been no sign of Trish in weeks. It’d be a waste of her time thinking there’s anything to work on.

  No matter how many times I’ve told Molly that I’m not going back to her mother, she doesn’t seem to truly believe me. Even now, I can see that she has her doubts. She’s wondering if I’m just playing with her, but I’m not.

  I’m not looking for this to be a game between us.

  I have to find a way to show her that this is real for me, that I’m not going through some mid-life crises even though I’m in my early fifties and she’s barely getting into her twenties.

  I slip out of my clothes quickly and move to the bed to lay down. As I place my hands behind my head, I close my eyes for a just a moment. I don’t think that the smile on my face has dropped since it’s been just the two of us here. I like the way life is going, two people working in harmony. A way of living that I had yet to experience until now, now that I have my Molly.

  No matter what happens at work, I’m her boss there, and I’m her daddy here at home. We don’t bring work home with us, and that’s the best part of working together. As soon as we leave, the troubles are behind us until the next day — unless we want to take a few more shots for the magazine… and me.

  I hear Molly in the bathroom. I’m not sure what she’s doing, but whe
n I hear the door open, I keep my eyes closed. I enjoy being surprised by her, she never fails to do so.

  “Daddy?” I hear her bubbly voice, and it makes my heartbeat speed up.

  I know what will turn me on even more, but I don’t dare to push it. We will play that game when the time is right.

  “In here,” I tell her, keeping my eyes closed as she makes her way to the bedroom.

  “You came in here?” she asks softly, but I can tell that there’s an edge to it.

  “This is the softer bed.” I open my eyes, and God, how sexy she looks!

  She’s modeling the leather teddy that I love so much, the same one she modeled at work the other day to spice up the magazine for the Spring edition. Each month, I have a meeting with my team to collaborate on the magazine for monthly improvements to ensure the likelihood that men and women continue buying through us. Molly is always in attendance at the meetings, just as she should be, right by my side.

  Molly doesn’t say a word, as she appears perfect as ever in the leather piece. She slowly walks into the room, greeting me with that sexy smile again.

  Fuck. I can’t stand the distance between us any longer.

  “I didn’t think that you would be ready the second I walked in,” she teases me, watching my cock rise for her.

  “It can’t be helped whether you’re wearing leather or naked. You look like you’ve been a bad little girl for daddy.” I sit up on the bed, moving to the edge of it as she’s standing just inches away.

  9

  MOLLY

  I bite down on my lip as he pats his leg, smiling nervously at him. I never imagined that we would take it to this level — sharing the same house, let alone the same bed. This has turned into so much more than I could’ve asked for and I couldn’t be more pleased to be wrong in my life. Having Dean at my side has been amazing.

  Our life is amazing.

  “You’ve been such a naughty girl. Daddy needs to punish you,” he tells me gruffly, that twinkle in his eye telling me that he’s going to enjoy it more than I will.

  “Are you going to punish me good?” I whine at him, feeling my confidence bubbling up in me; getting into the act with him turns me on so much that I can feel my nipples pressing against the leather.

  “Come here. I need you to bend over.” Dean pats his leg again to signal where he wants me.

  “Daddy needs to spank his naughty little girl,” he smirks at me.

  I effortlessly submit to him just by his looks alone, as I go to lay myself across his legs as quickly as I can. I feel his hand spank one of my ass cheeks before I know it, and I yelp from the strength of his spank.

  But it’s damn well turning me on at the same time now…

  “You’ve been a bad girl. Coming in here looking like this, knowing that I have a weakness for a sexy little one like you,” he whispers.

  As he spanks me again, I can feel his cock getting harder. He presses it against me, and I grind against it as he spanks me again. I lift my ass to greet his hand each time.

  “That’s not going to work, is it?” He’s rubbing my ass cheeks gently. I look up at him with a devious glint in my eye, shaking my head to confirm his no.

  “Come here then. I want to punish you in a different way,” he growls. Just the sound of his low, deep voice makes me wet.

  “You want to play house, daddy?” I ask him, straddling him, pressing my body against his. I press myself against his hard cock. The sensation is not the same in the outfit's leather, and he can sense that I don’t like wearing it. Not as much as I thought I was going to, anyway.

  “Let me unclip this,” he whispers, unsnapping the side of the teddy. I feel it come loose, and now I’m able to please him, able to please myself.

  “You feel so good, baby. Right there, baby girl,” he murmurs, almost begging me to keep going as he undoes the back of my teddy, each snap loosening the front. Soon, he’s pulling down the top, watching my tits bounce loose for him. He latches onto one, and I moan out for him, eliciting a hand to the back of his head as he pushes the supple flesh further into his mouth.

  His hands rest on my ass cheeks, his cock pulsing with the desire to thrust deep inside of me, but I tease him just a little more. He continues to try, and I feel just the tip of his cock going into my wet hole. I pull back, almost falling off his lap from the intensity.

  He lets go of my tit and kisses me hard on the mouth, so hard that he has my body shaking. I don’t realize that he slowly laid down on his back.

  He slips his fingers into my pussy, the length of his hardness presses against my side, making me want him inside me even more.

  “You want daddy’s hard cock, don’t you?” He whispers against my mouth, and I whimper at him, nodding my head as he slips his fingers out and slams into me, this time giving me no chance to pull away from him.

  “You are so fucking wet. Fuck.” His voice is gruff as he pulls his mouth away from mine and presses it against my ear— knowing that it’s my weak spot!

  As crazy as we are, I can sense the love he has for me as he rolls me over slowly, continuing to keep his cock inside of me.

  Gentle, yet firm with his hands.

  He looks at me with this electrifying desire in his eyes. My gaze slides down between my legs, watching his cock dip in and out of me. With each thrust, there’s more wetness, and it turns me on to watch him go faster, recognizing that it excites me.

  “I love you, Molly. Fuck, I love you so damn much,” he confesses.

  “I love you, Dean. I don’t want you to stop,” I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows and thrusting my hips off the bed, pushing him in deeper until he has had enough of my teasing.

  “Oh, baby girl. There will never be a stop to this. I know fate, and this is fate. I can feel it, I truly have since the minute I laid eyes on you. I want a future with you. I want everything with you. Regardless if you feel the same way back, I know you will over time. You will see.”

  I almost forget to continue breathing. The more he tells me how much he loves me, the more soaked I become. Before I know it, we’re coming together, faster and harder than the last time, and it makes me believe every word that comes out of his mouth.

  Our heavy breathing continues as we just lay here, coming down from the pleasure coursing throughout our bodies.

  “This is going to be amazing. You are amazing. Just you wait and see what’s to come,” he assures me. I find myself nodding my head in agreement as he rests on top of me, holding me, kissing me even when we’re done making love to each other.

  I’ve never felt this love from a man, and even though my mother is divorcing him, I still feel naughty, which excites me even more as bad as that is.

  “You’re breathing a bit heavy,” he teases me.

  I chew on my lip, knowing exactly what I want and wondering if he knows, too.

  “Yes,” I gasp the words out as he slides off me and rolls onto his back.

  “Mm, what can that naughty mouth of yours do?” His eyes drop to his thick cock, almost as if showing that it’s just waiting for my touch. I slowly wet my lips, giving them a gentle lick. We have the same thing in mind — to taste, to lick. I want to arouse him all over again.

  10

  DEAN

  One Month Later…

  This is hands down the most amazing time I’ve had in my life. Molly brings so much joy into my life, so many smiles. The amount of fun we have together is wild, and we’re just getting started.

  But something has been up as of late. Molly must be having a hard time adjusting to everything, or at least that’s what I’m assuming since she’s been quiet; and Molly isn’t quiet.

  I can’t help but worry that she may be losing interest in us.

  I can’t lose her. I won’t allow it.

  Being quiet at work isn’t usual for her either. On the way home, I decide that it’s bothering me to where enough is enough, it’s time for her to talk. I quickly pull to the side of the road, coming to a stop as I s
hift into park. I turn my attention toward her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, a little worried as she shifts her eyes from the window to me. I can see the concern in them.

  Good. It matches how I’m feeling at this moment.

  “Is there someone else?” I ask her, more roughly than intended on.

  I need to know. The divorce paperwork is finalized, and even though the judge frowned upon it, he had granted Trish what she wanted, and I don’t have to see her again.

  “No! What? There’s no one else. I can promise you that. I wouldn’t have gone through all of that to cheat on you. What kind of girl do you peg me for?” Molly shakes her head, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes as she takes off her jacket.

  “Then what is the issue? I don’t understand why you’re so quiet lately. Have I done something to upset you?” I continue to question her. Something’s got to give.

  She shakes her head again and wipes the tears as they begin to fall from her eyes. It worries me even more to see that she’s crying.

  If it’s not another guy, then what is it?

  She slowly leans forward and unzips the back of her dress, which causes my pants to immediately tighten. I can’t help it. Watching her dress and undress is one of the many highs that I get from her. I don’t even have to touch her, just the pure sight of her alone and I’m aroused.

  “This has been killing me. I’m so worried that I’m not going to have a career anymore,” she admits, letting her tears flow freely.

  As I look down at her nipples, I can’t help but see how full her breasts have become, and I can already guess what her problem is.

  I reach for them, but she slaps my hand away quickly, not wanting to be touched. I decide to take my time with her.