Daddy's College Roommate: Bad Boy and Virgin Forbidden Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  Daddy’s College Roommate

  Vanessa Kinney

  To the tall, sun kissed man I saw in Florida a long time ago . . . a very long time ago, but will never forget.

  Copyright © 2017 by Vanessa Kinney

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  Contents

  Description

  Mailing List

  1. Penelope

  2. Penelope

  3. Cedric

  4. Cedric

  5. Penelope

  6. Penelope

  7. Cedric

  8. Penelope

  9. Cedric

  10. Penelope

  11. Penelope

  12. Cedric

  13. Cedric

  14. Penelope

  15. Penelope

  16. Cedric

  17. Cedric

  18. Penelope

  19. Penelope

  20. Cedric

  21. Cedric

  22. Penelope

  23. Penelope

  24. Cedric

  25. Cedric

  26. Penelope

  27. Cedric

  Epilogue (Three Months Later)

  Epilogue (Four Years Later)

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  About the Author

  Bonus Novel

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  Big Jock

  1. Casey

  2. David

  3. Casey

  4. David

  5. Casey

  6. David

  7. Casey

  8. David

  9. Casey

  10. David

  11. Casey

  12. David

  13. Casey

  14. David

  15. Casey

  16. David

  17. Casey

  18. David

  19. Casey

  20. David

  21. Casey

  22. David

  23. Casey

  24. David

  Epilogue (One year later)

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  Cedric

  15 years is a long time not to talk to someone who was like a brother to you, but it’s been that long since Bradley Rye, my old college roommate, and I have caught up, and it’s about time we did it. When I came to Baltimore on business, it was the perfect excuse to mend some fences and catch up. We’re both different now. I’m an architect working in Florida, and he’s . . . well, he’s almost the same. A workaholic accountant doing the single dad thing. I can handle kids, and it’s worth it to see Brad again.

  Penny

  My dad has been talking about his old college roommate coming to visit for weeks; thankfully, I’ll be too busy with midterms and work to even notice that he’s here. Besides, he’s probably one of my dad’s accounting friends, a geeky workaholic . . . and no one I would ever be interested in talking to. My biggest problem right now? Convincing my dad that I should be allowed to go away for Spring Break with my best friend, Kendall. But knowing him and his strict rules, there’s no way it’s going to happen.

  Cedric

  If there’s one thing anyone can say about me, it’s that I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want. And right now, the only thing I want is Penelope Rye out of my head and in my bed where she belongs. All that’s standing in my way is an overprotective father and her best friend. Nothing worth having is ever easy, and my Lucky Penny is worth every inch of trouble that comes with her, even if it costs me my friendship with her dad. But I can’t think of anything worse than living without Penny in my life.

  Daddy’s College Roommate is a standalone romance full of steamy intimate scenes with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed Happily Ever After.

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  1

  Penelope

  Mohawk Guy

  “DAD!!!”

  Seriously, what’s taking so long.

  “One second!” he yelled back at me.

  He was most likely on the phone with someone from work. It’s always work. I mean, I love my dad to death, but he works too fucking much.

  “The food is getting cold!” I poked my chopsticks inside the container of rice.

  I’m so hungry. I just want to eat, but I know my dad will kill me if I eat without him. I could just hear him saying, eating without everyone at the table is rude. Don’t ever do it! You have to wait for everyone to be at the table or wait for everyone to get their food. I took a chunk of fried rice and slowly brought it to my mouth.

  “HEY!” I heard a booming roar. “What are you doing?”

  Dad was covering the speaker on his phone to scold me. I narrowed my eyes to give him the same look he was giving me. I could tell he was ready to snap at me if I brought the food closer.

  “Yep, I’m still here,” he moved his hand away from the speaker, his narrow eyes still on me.

  I’m hungry. I brought the rice slowly to my mouth, not breaking eye contact with my father. His eyes were yelling at me not to eat the food, but I’ve already waited 15 minutes for him to get off the phone. It’s rude to keep people waiting.

  He mouthed the words ‘Don’t you dare’ as he puckered his lips. I inhaled the chunk of rice and started to chew slowly with my chipmunk grin.

  “PENELOPE,” he whispered loudly.

  I swallowed the rice with pure bliss.

  “Don’t you dare, take another bite of that rice!” he didn't bother covering the speaker this time. “Penelope!”

  “Bradley,” I used my sassiest voice, taking another chunk of rice.

  He couldn’t help but to shake his head with a grin. He wasn’t that mad.

  Even though he was my father, we acted more like siblings. It was probably because we’re somewhat close in age. Well, not really close, we’re 19 years apart. I mean, most people my age have much older parents, but not me.

  I had a young dad.

  We’ve been mistaken for brother and sister for as long as I can remember, especially when my dad had to go to parent-teacher meetings. The female teachers would always end up hitting on him because they thought he was my brother.

  But, nope, he was just my dad. I didn’t really see the big deal with having a young dad. It was great; when I was younger, he would always want to play with me even after a 12-hour shift at work. Sure, his accounting job wasn’t that intense, but he still worked really hard to help our small family grow to where it is now.

  “Okay, so I’ll see you on Thursday? Great! Just remember no one is going to be home. You can use the spare key under the welcome mat and just let yourself in.”

  Who was he talking to? It was definitely not work.

  “Yeah, no problem. I can’t wait to see you. Bye.”

  He hung up the phone and placed it on the table. He sat down, grinning from ear to ear. The second his butt touched the chair, I took it as permission to start eating my Mongolian beef.

  My dad started to munch on his food. “Guess who that was?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Someone who’s going to stay with us?”

  He chuckled, “Okay, smartass. I meant like a person’s name?”

  “I don’t know. Aunt Olivia? Grandpa Elijah? Grandma Betty?” I named the guests that had st
ayed with us in the past.

  He shook his head. He was definitely too happy for a family member to be coming to stay with us.

  “A friend?”

  He nodded.

  “From High School?”

  He shook his head.

  “You could’ve already told me who it was by now,” I said impatiently.

  “Cedric!” he smiled.

  Who? I feel like I should remember his name, but I couldn’t.

  “He was my only roommate in college. You remember, I told you about him. He was a freshman and I was a junior, we roomed together for two years, but then when I moved back here and we grew apart.”

  I was drawing a blank.

  “Seriously? You don’t remember,” he let out a heavy sigh. “Remember there was an error in the rooming system and I had to room with him. He had long hair, like Tarzan. He was the one I made a dare with but he didn’t finish it so he ended up shaving his hair.”

  “Oh, Mohawk guy!” I snapped my fingers as my memory came back.

  “YES!” he chuckled.

  Even to this day, my dad still hasn’t told me about the dare. He said he didn’t want to give me any ideas and try anything stupid. But I think it’s because he doesn’t want to tell me about all the stupid shit he did in college.

  “Damn. It’s been so long,” he did the math in his head, “15 years.”

  “Wait, you haven't seen him since you graduated.”

  “Nope. And we haven't really talked since then. Man, we have so much catching up to do.”

  My dad was so happy, which made me happy. He rarely has friends over, and I can’t even remember the last time he was on a date.

  “So, is he staying in the guest bedroom?” I asked, playing with my rice.

  The only reason I hated when people stayed over was because my room and the guest bedroom shared a bathroom. The only way you can get to the bathroom on the first floor was if you went through my bedroom or the guest room. It was honestly very poor design, not to mention the doors don’t have locks.

  I got a shiver down my spine as I remembered walking in on Grandma’s Betty in the bathtub —

  Oh my god. Stop. Don’t think about it!

  “Where else would he stay? He’s a guest, so by that logic he stays in the guest room,” my dad smirked.

  I guess it was a stupid question, but I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I like being alone.

  “So, how long is he staying?”

  “Two weeks,” my dad hummed as he ate his food.

  “Ehhhhhh,” I grunted.

  I took out my phone and looked at the calendar.

  “Thursday is the 22nd which means that he leaves on the . . .” I scrolled to March. “The 9th.”

  Perfect. He’ll be gone before I have my Spring Break. And I won’t have to socialize with him since I’ll be busy with midterms. It couldn't be more perfect!

  “Damn. That feels like nothing. It can’t make up for 15 years,” my dad pouted like a puppy.

  “At least you get to see him.”

  He played with his food sadly.

  “Shut up and eat your food,” I barked.

  2

  Penelope

  Purple Torpedo

  God, I’m so stupid!

  Why didn’t I check my emails this morning?

  I sighed angrily at myself. My class had been cancelled. I could be home right now, watching a movie, studying, eating, or just relaxing. I could literally be doing anything.

  I saw the bus turn inside the circle driveway. No one was near me and no one was on the bus. Kendall was probably going to kill me, the only reason he comes to school early on Thursday’s is because I have to make it to my class. Hopefully, he doesn’t find out. I hate it when he’s angry with me.

  I stepped onto the empty bus and headed home.

  I guess it’s not too bad. I’ll be home in 40 minutes. I’ll just catch up on my readings for class. I found a seat near the back and started to read my anatomy book. We were on the best chapter in the book.

  The reproductive system.

  The male reproductive system.

  I know I shouldn’t get so excited reading about the anatomy of a guy’s cock, but I did. I loved it so much. I loved how it was so obvious when a man was turned on.

  Women can be secretive about our arousal. We could be drenched, our panties completely soaked and you could never tell. Well, you can never tell unless you opened up our legs and took a peak.

  But for men, you could easily just run your eyes along their large body, until you see a hard bulge. A bulge that was once soft, but then hardens when they see something they want. Soft to rock hard in only a few seconds.

  A tingle went straight to my pussy.

  A bulge that can easily slip inside of your tight pussy and fuck you over, and over, and over again. Pulling in and out of you, as you feel the bumps of his veins massage your pussy. A bulge that can satisfy all of your sexual desires and frustrations.

  I coughed a little, clearing my throat and my mind.

  I have 18 years of sexual desires and tension built up in me and I don’t think I’ll be releasing it any time soon.

  Well, not with the help of a real cock. Just the fake one I keep stored under my bed.

  My pussy pulsed with the thought of using my dildo. Maybe I can have a little fun when I get home. I’ll have the whole house to myself before my dad, or Cedric, comes home. My clit started to throb at the realization that I don't have to be quiet.

  I can actually moan. Loud.

  I stepped off the bus and walked home. I have five minutes to come up with the dirtiest of thoughts before I can put them to good use. My pussy was already craving my purple torpedo. To be honest, it’s a pretty thin and small dildo, but it feels so big for me. I know a man’s cock is much bigger, but I don’t need big right now. I need satisfaction.

  I pulled out my backpack and searched for my key. But it wasn’t there.

  Really? Did I really forget my key?

  I turned the doorknob hoping there was a small chance that I forgot to lock the door. The door opened. Thank God I was irresponsible this morning.

  “Hello?” I yelled out, to make sure that I was alone.

  No one answered.

  I checked under the welcome mat to see if the key was still there. The brass colored key was under the mat in its original spot. I grabbed the key and placed it on the table. There was no chance in hell that Cedric was coming over, not while I am trying to get off. If he wants to get inside, he can just knock like a regular guest. I walked to my room, but turned toward the guest room to double check that he wasn’t here yet.

  There was no suitcase in the room and the bed looked exactly like I had left it this morning.

  I ran into my room and jumped on my bed taking out my special little friend from a box under my bed. The second I touched the purple silicone torpedo I got a chill down to my pussy. If I wasn’t turned on before, I was turned on now. I ripped off my clothes and adjusted myself on the bed getting ready to take in something I had been craving.

  I lay on my bed, fully naked.

  My perky tits, sensitive from arousal, and my legs spread as wide as I can, exposing my wet pussy. I slowly wrapped my lips around the smooth perfectly curved dildo and let out a moan. I wanted it to be so wet that it slips into my pussy like it belongs there. I sucked hard on the dildo, pretending it was a real cock. A real, turned on, hard cock wanting me. Only me.

  I rubbed my clit and my body instantly filled with warmth.

  God, I love this feeling.

  I moaned louder, taking advantage of my empty house.

  My pussy was drenched from the idea of my dad’s old roommate.

  In my mind, Cedric was a large and powerful man that towered over me like a beast. He was as fit as they came with his chiseled jaw, sculpted shoulders, a hard chest and a six-pack that made you want to lick him like a lollipop. His brown eyes staring at me hungrily as a few strands of long sandy blond hair fell on hi
s face. His powerful gaze would penetrate my mind as his large, thick, juicy cock literally fucked me. Over, and over, and over again.

  I made the best looking 34-year-old man in my mind. Someone so out of my league that it could be nothing but a fantasy.

  I slipped a finger inside of me, feeling the warmth and tightness grip my finger. I slipped another finger, but this time it was Cedric’s finger. I imagined him sliding his large fingers inside of me and swirling them around like the top of an ice cream cone.

  I let out another moan, biting down a little on my purple torpedo. I can't take it anymore. I pulled the dildo out of my mouth and jumped off my bed. I swallowed my moans knowing that what I was about to do was my horniness taking over me. I had no control anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror of my folding closet doors.

  Fully naked and fully horny.

  I opened my closet and went down on my knees. I stuck my dildo on the mirror of my open closet door. I’ve done this only once, a few months ago and I had the best orgasm I have ever had. I got ready in doggy style and brought my ass closer to the mirror, my clit touching the top of my wet dildo.