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Daddy's Toy-Box (A Daddy's Best Friend Romance)

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by Caitlin Daire


  I wanted to give him my virginity.

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  I settled back on the sofa in my nightie in the main sitting room at Jacob’s house—well, it was my home now too, I suppose—and sighed. After doing a crazy amount of college work today, along with picking up Tommy from school and taking care of him, I was exhausted. Jacob had texted me earlier to apologize and say that he had to work a bit late tonight, so Tommy and I had eaten leftovers of the scrumptious lasagne Jacob made the night before, and then I put Tommy to bed at seven.

  Even though I was tired, I was somehow also still buzzing. I knew it was because of the thought that occurred to me earlier—the thought that I still wanted Jacob to be my first—but I didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t shame myself by throwing myself at him again, like I had the other week when I was drunk. I was supposed to be a good girl for him.

  Good girls didn’t beg men to fuck them.

  Fuck. The naughty word sent a jolt down my spine. I didn’t swear very much, other than the occasional ‘crap’ or ‘hell’ but thinking bad words in the context of me and Jacob made my core pulse and tingle.

  I stood up, my legs trembling slightly. Maybe I couldn’t throw myself at Jacob, but while I was alone, I could certainly help stave off my needs in other ways. I had never been one to masturbate all that often—it usually felt weird and awkward—but now the need to touch myself and make my body quake was overwhelming. I could feel my cheeks warming, but not from shame. It was desire. Lust. Yearning.

  I headed upstairs to my bedroom, my mind flashing back to that drunken night the other week. I’d been wasted, but I still remembered enough of the way I’d kissed Jacob, and what I felt when I pressed my naked figure up against him. He was fully clothed, but that didn’t mean I didn’t notice what was pressed up against me from under his pants. He was hard. He was big. Big and hard for me. As much as he’d rejected me and pushed me away that night, I knew Emma was right about one thing—he only did it because I was so drunk.

  If I’d been sober…

  What would have happened?

  I slipped into bed and ran my hand over my belly, slowly creeping below my underwear. The tingling between my legs was driving me insane now. Ripples of pleasure radiated through me as I began to tentatively stroke between my legs, imagining that my hand was Jacob’s hand.

  I pictured him stroking and caressing me from my neck and moving downwards, teasing around my breasts and then moving to my abdomen and thighs, and then to the pink area between my legs. I’d always kept it shaved because it just seemed cleaner to me that way—plus all my friends told me it was the fashionable thing to do—and as I touched myself, I felt my bare lower lips becoming slick with my own wetness.

  Picturing Jacob’s big, muscular body totally naked and thrusting against me, I closed my eyes and began to move my fingers around in a circle near my clit, biting my lip to stop myself from letting out a gasp. My free hand roamed over the rest of my body before settling on my breasts, and I pinched and twisted my delicate nipples between my thumb and forefinger until they were stiff and sensitive.

  “Oh, Jacob…” I moaned to myself. “Jacob…”

  Just as I said those words and felt the initial waves of throbbing pleasure starting to spread out from my clit, I heard the bedroom door opening, followed by what sounded like someone clearing their throat. My eyes flew open, and there he was… Jacob, standing in the doorway and staring right at me.

  Oh, crap. I forgot to lock the door. And he definitely heard me saying his name.

  Red-hot shame rushed to my cheeks, and as I sat up and pulled the sheets up and over myself, Jacob stayed still, expression not betraying any sort of reaction. “I got home earlier than I thought, and the door was unlocked. I just came to say goodnight.”

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing. I was just…”

  I tried and failed to find more words to explain myself, and Jacob simply stared. “You don’t know what you’re doing?” he finally asked softly.

  “I mean…I…”

  “Do you need someone to tell you what to do, Vanessa?” he asked, eyes slightly crinkling around the sides.

  Another sudden jolt of warmth shot through me as his words echoed in my mind. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? If so, where was this coming from?

  “I…do you mean you could tell me what to do?” I asked before biting my lower lip. “You could….show me? Teach me?”

  His eyes darkened, and he stepped toward me. “Is that what you want, Vanessa? Do you want me to teach you?” he asked.

  I nodded slowly, timidly. “Yes.”

  “You know I’m old enough to be your father,” he said, taking another step in my direction. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

  I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to be brave enough to speak the words on my lips. “I know. But you seemed to like it when I called you daddy the other night…” I managed to say. His eyes flashed, and I knew I had him. “And I still want you to be my first,” I continued, emboldened by the look in his eyes. “I want you to teach me everything. Take care of me in every way, like you promised. Every. Single. Way.”

  He smiled thinly. “You want to call me daddy, baby girl? You like that?”

  Another nod. “Yes.”

  “Careful what you wish for, Vanessa. You might just get it. You might get it all.”

  He reached up to the top button of his crisp white Armani business shirt, and my mouth dried up. This was really happening; it wasn’t a dream. It was all too real.

  My words were barely a whisper now as I stared up at him, waiting. “Then give it to me,” I said. “Give it to me, daddy.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Vanessa

  My heart skipped a beat as Jacob drew ever closer to my bed.

  “We’ll take this slow,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. You can tell me to stop at any time.”

  I nodded, pulse racing like mad with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

  “This won’t change what I do for you,” he said, voice softer now. “I’ll still take care of you.”

  “I know.” My voice was trembling slightly now. Jacob’s eyes were alive with a fierce, primal light, and as he towered over the bed above me, he’d never looked so strong. So big. So powerful.

  I couldn’t wait. I wanted him to make me a woman.

  Jacob reached out with one hand, pulling me out of bed and to my feet. I was suddenly very aware of my body, so aware of him staring at it. I’d never thought I was sexy. Cute, maybe. But not sexy. I was too petite to be one of those girls the frat boy types went after; they liked huge bouncy breasts and big round asses. I had curves, but not at that level. I was just slim and little. But right now I felt sexy, and the way Jacob was looking at me let me know it was true.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice throaty. “So perfect.”

  “I’m not…”

  He raised a finger to my lips, cutting off my sentence. “Yes, you are.”

  “I won’t be perfect at…at this,” I said quietly, eyes lowering to the floor. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m going to show you, baby girl.”

  I bit my lip, and before I knew it, Jacob was grabbing me around the waist as he pressed his lips to mine. The world seemed to stop moving. He tasted like mint, and the heat from his mouth trickled into my body as he devoured me with his kiss. His tongue shot beyond his lips and into my mouth, and I explored him as he explored me in the same way, tentatively at first, then hungrily as I got used to it.

  My fingertips explored too, nervously reaching up to his chest, then around his back. His body was firm and his skin was warm, and the thought of having him pressed up against me in bed made electrifying thrills shoot through me. One hand ran over my shoulders, slipping my nightie off to crumple in a ball on the floor, leaving me in only my panties. A wonderful shiver made me sigh as Jacob pulled away to take his own clothes off.
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br />   Then his lips were back on mine, and this time the world went spinning the other way. His kiss was hard. Strong. Just like him. I loved how his lips felt on mine, warm and soft, and I loved how it felt when his tongue gently probed between my lips, tasting me, sliding deeper and deeper. It was hot. Wet. Wonderful.

  He was wonderful.

  His fingers knotted in my hair, and I let out a moan as he pulled me back so he could have access to my throat. As he planted warm kisses up and down my neck, I took the opportunity to slide out of my panties, leaving myself completely naked before him. This was the first time that a man had ever seen me without any clothes on. I had always thought that I would be nervous in a moment like this, and I was, but at the same time I loved the idea of him seeing me so vulnerable, so raw.

  Jacob didn’t stop kissing me, and he gently walked me back until I was on the bed again. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, eyes roaming over every inch of my body. My lips were still tingling from where his had just been, and my chin burned from where his stubble had rubbed against me. Burned in a good way; like he’d marked me as his.

  And I was his. I was his good girl.

  “You’re so beautiful. Such a gorgeous body,” Jacob murmured. His hands cupped my small breasts, and quiet little gasps escaped me as his fingers tweaked my nipples until they were stiff peaks. “What do you want me to show you first, baby girl?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. It was true. I had no idea what people usually did first in situations like this, beyond kissing and feeling each other’s bodies.

  He smiled. “Well, it’s lucky I do know,” he said. “I’m going to make you come, Vanessa. Would you like that, baby girl?”

  I nodded. My smooth skin was already coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and Jacob’s hands slid all over me, relishing the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Finally his hands reached below my abdomen, and he stroked a finger against that sensitive line where my thighs met my nether regions. His delicate touches made me moan as he grazed my sensitive flesh, and a twinge of nervousness coiled in my stomach. It was soon replaced by a twinge of excitement.

  I saw the same burning look of desire in his eyes that I knew was reflected in my own, and I squirmed, feeling the growing wetness between my legs as he began to slide down the bed, pushing my legs further apart. He stared straight up at me, watching my reaction as his teeth very gently nipped at my bare belly and thighs. The sensation was a strange and unfamiliar one. It slightly hurt, but each little bite sent electrifying thrills through my system at the same time, arousing me even further until I was in an almost frenzied state of bliss.

  I threw my head back and enjoyed the thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure as desire continued to tightly coil in my belly, and a moment later I raised my head and looked down as Jacob slid himself further down the bed and parted my legs before burying his perfect face between my thighs, stubble slightly scratching me.

  His hot tongue slid up and down my slick folds, adding to the flood of wetness between my legs as he licked up and down and around in slow yet firm motions. A few seconds later, he raised his head to look at me for a moment, and I looked down at him anxiously. “Is it…do I…?” I couldn’t quite form the words, but he seemed to know what I was wondering.

  “You taste amazing, Vanessa,” he growled. “So sweet. Your pussy is stunning.”

  He began working on me with his mouth again, and shivers of pleasure rippled through me as I was overcome with feverish desire. I never had any idea it could feel like this. We weren’t even having sex yet, and I already wanted to come like mad. He had a tongue that worked absolute magic.

  He groaned before pressing a finger against my entrance a moment later.

  “Are you ready for this?” he asked. The vibrations from his mouth against my throbbing clit made me squirm with bliss.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  I’d never slid a finger inside myself before; I’d only ever touched myself on the outside. Jacob kissed my clit again, and then he slowly pressed his finger into my silky wetness, making me gasp and whimper. Ardent heat blazed through me as I instinctively bucked my hips upwards, thrusting myself against his swirling tongue as his finger explored me.

  “That….that feels so good,” I said.

  He looked up at me, wicked grin on his face. “You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” he said softly. “You’re so wet for me.”

  I writhed against him, and a pressure began to build deep in my belly. I couldn’t stop it, even though I wanted to hold on, wanted to experience it for longer. Mere seconds later it was exploding out of me, flooding me with an intense heat that I had never experienced the likes of before. I’d made myself come with my hands when I touched myself in the past, but never like this. Something about a real man’s touch was just so magical. Orgasmic aftershocks rippled through me as I moaned, legs trembling uncontrollably as Jacob tried to hold me down.

  “That’s my girl,” he said. “That’s my good girl. Come for me.”

  I loved it when he called me that.

  The mattress began to squeak underneath me as I squirmed, but I barely registered the sound. All I could hear was the helpless sounds of pleasure spilling from my lips as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

  Jacob finally pulled himself back up the bed, settling his weight over me before slowly grinding his hips against mine, letting me feel his full weight on me. I was struck by a need to touch his cock; I could already feel it digging into my belly again with each measured movement he made against me.

  “Should I do that to you?” I asked when the waves of pleasure had subsided. “I want to make you happy.”

  He shook his head. “I’ll teach you how to do that one day. But not tonight. Tonight isn’t about my pleasure. It’s all about you. Your special night.”

  “So what happens next?” I asked, a tremor in my voice.

  But I already knew the answer.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jacob

  My little girl’s eyes were so wide as I stared down at her, grinding my body against her hips. She was so innocent. So beautiful. And she was finally all mine.

  I hadn’t intended to do this tonight, but when I walked in and saw what she was doing earlier while my name was on her sweet lips, there was nothing I could do to make myself stay away. Not for a second longer. I had to have her.

  Right fucking now.

  There was a shy smile on her face as she waited for me to tell her what to do.

  “Raise your legs,” I commanded. “Up to your chest. Then spread them.”

  She did as I said, assuming the position. She was such a good girl. I kneeled with my cock pressed right up against her tight virgin hole, almost unable to wait a second longer to claim it. I wanted to press inside right now, break through her virginity and show her who she belonged to. But I had a feeling she already knew she was mine anyway. The look of pure adoration in her eyes told me as such.

  “See how hard I am?” I said, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her slit, soaking it in her juices. She squirmed at the sensation. “It’s all for you, Vanessa. All because of you.”

  I knew she wasn’t on any sort of birth control. She was still a virgin. So I had to be careful; I couldn’t put a baby in her tonight, as much as I honestly wouldn’t mind doing so. Tonight wasn’t about me and my wants or needs, it was about her. I had to make this special for her. Something she’d remember forever.

  “I’ll just get a condom,” I whispered.

  “But…”

  “Being a good girl means being responsible, Vanessa.”

  She nodded. “Oh. Yes.”

  I grudgingly left my spot for a moment to reach down to my pants on the floor, where I had a condom sitting in my wallet. After showing Vanessa how to put it on—something she had clearly never seen before, because she stared with such innocent fascination that I almost wanted to blow my load already—I resumed rubbing myself up and down her soaking wet slit
, teasing her until she was feverish with need.

  “Tell me what you want, baby girl,” I murmured. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I…I want to be a big girl. I want you to fuck me,” she cried out. “Please, Jacob.”

  “Call me daddy,” I growled, remembering how good it felt to hear that word on her lips earlier. “I want you to call me daddy.”

  “Fuck me….daddy. Fuck me. Please.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I thrust forward, burying myself in her sweet pussy, and she cried out as she stretched around me. She was tight, impossibly tight. Like a damn vise. I groaned and gritted my teeth. Even with the condom forcing a thin barrier between us, she was so warm and snug that I wanted to cum in her right away. But I didn’t. I was here to pleasure her, make this good for her. And that’s what I was going to do.

  “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, stopping my movement as I waited for her to adjust. Her eyes were filled with pain, but the expression was quickly replaced with lust.

  “Yes,” she said with a slight whimper. “I feel so…full.”

  “Good. I’m going to keep filling you up, baby girl.”

  Her pussy gripping my dick was so fucking much, so utterly wonderful. It was the tightest thing I’d ever fucked, even tighter than the grip of my own hand whenever I knocked one out. And yet, I was already balls deep inside her. She was such a good girl, learning to take me so fast.

  My hips rocked against her, gently at first, then building up to faster, harder movements. I kissed her as I fucked her, and she got wetter and wetter, my cock sliding in and out with more ease. Her perfect breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could feel how excited she was from the stiffness of her pretty pink nipples alone.

  She moaned, digging her fingernails into my ass cheeks as I pumped in and out of her. “Is this good enough?” she asked, her voice a mixture of breathlessness and nervousness.

  “Fuck, it’s more than good enough,” I groaned. “You feel amazing. So fucking good.”

 

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