“Don’t worry.” She sits up, rubbing my arm. “I’ll get the Plan B I bought earlier out of my car and take it, then tomorrow I’ll go with Julia to a women’s center and get birth control, that way my parents won’t know I have it.”
“You’ve had this figured out all along, haven’t you?” I smirk.
She blushes. “Sorta.”
I tip her chin. “You wanted to feel me come inside you?”
She nods, her eyes dropping bashfully.
“I get it,” I tell her. “I’ve had dreams about coming inside you.” Her cheeks turn rosy red. “But we can’t do that again, Naomi. You understand? I don’t want you getting into any trouble because of me. I should have had more control than that.”
“I know.” She drops her gaze. “I’m sorry, Dom.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re just a naughty little girl, wanting to feel daddy’s dick inside you. You’ll get a whole lot more of that once I know the Plan B worked and you’ve started your pills.”
She smiles up at me like that’s all she’s ever wanted to hear. Damn, she’s so greedy for me. It turns me on so fucking much. How the fuck am I supposed to resist her when I have her to myself almost every day, all while knowing she only wants me?
I lean down, kissing her full lips. “You better not go around sharing your lips or tongue with anyone else.”
She giggles. “I haven’t and I won’t.” She climbs on my lap again, latching her arms around my neck. “These lips are all yours, Dom. I promise. I am all yours . . . if you’ll have me.”
“Hell yeah, you’re mine. And don’t you ever share with anyone else.”
“I won’t,” she promises, right before kissing me whole and sliding her tongue through my lips.
Chapter Three
Naomi
“So, what made you finally decide to get some fucking protection?” Julia chomps on her gum as we wait in the lobby of the clinic the next day.
I shrug, fighting a smile. “There’s this guy . . .”
When I say that, she whips her head up, eyes growing wide. Her teal hair sways when she leans forward. “A guy? And I don’t know about him? What kind of best friend are you?” She nudges my rib lightly with her elbow. “Come on! Spill! Who is he? Is it that guy Blaine?”
“Eww!” I laugh. “No. That jerk probably has a freaking STD by now. He runs through girls like water.”
“Yeah, but he was totally into you at that end of the year party we went to.” She grins.
“Yeah . . . but no. Never. This guy is a little . . . older.” I clench just thinking about Dom and what we did.
“More! Feed me the deets, woman!” Julia demands, waving her hands for more.
“Okay. Okay” I pull out my cellphone and go to my photos. I click on one that the entire family took with him and Hannah for Thanksgiving and show it to her, pointing at Dom. “It’s him.” She snatches my phone away, ogling the screen.
“Wait — holy shit!” She points at my phone. “Your dad’s friend with the baby? Isn’t he, like, forty? I mean he’s hot, but dude — how old is he?”
“He’s not that old, Jules. He’s only thirty-six.” I take my phone back, looking at the picture myself. “I’ve had the biggest crush on him for so long and I’ve never told anyone this because I wasn’t sure if it would happen again, but he came onto me last summer. He was a little drunk, I was kind of tipsy, and one thing led to another.”
“Oh my goodness, Naomi, you dirty little devil! You fucked that guy, didn’t you?”
I laugh, fighting a blush. “Perhaps.”
She squeals, grabbing my arm. “How was it?” She leans in, greedy for more. “Does he have a huge cock?”
“So big,” I laugh.
“Dude . . . I’m fucking jealous. I’ve always wanted to bone an older guy. Man, your dad would really flip. Freakin’ drill sergeant he is.”
My smile fades a bit, just thinking about my navy veteran father. He’s very strict. Sometimes I wonder how he stayed friends with Dom, a man who is so laid back and simple.
Dad is harsh sometimes, and very forward. If he knew I was here, he would ask me a thousand questions about it and even ask who the guy is. Then, he’d want to meet him and ask him a million questions — just like a drill sergeant. I know because he did it to Julia, and she’s my best friend.
I’ve never needed protection before because none of the guys in high school or even college have intrigued me much.
But Dom, he’s different. How he makes me feel is different. Every time I see him, I get the uncontrollable urge to jump into his arms and kiss him.
As if she can read my thoughts, Julia nudges me again. “Hey, don’t worry. Just keep it a secret. I’m sure he isn’t going to tell your dad unless he’s asking for a death sentence. And you know my lips are sealed, babe. Keep fucking that DILF. I’m cheering for you.”
She winks and I huff out a laugh. “Thanks, Jules.”
When I’m done at the clinic, I crank up the car and catch lunch with Julia at Subway before I drop her off and go to Dom’s to surprise him.
When I pull up to his simple two-story home, I feel my heart beating a little harder. I kill the engine of my Jetta and then grab my satchel, double-checking that my birth control is still in the inside pocket.
I unlock the door with the key he gave me and when I step in, I hear noise coming from the kitchen. When I walk inside, Dom’s got a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. He hears me coming and he starts to say something, but then I hear a familiar voice that makes my blood run cold.
“Dom, where’s the lighter for the grill? Wanna get these hotdogs going before the game starts!”
I stop at the counter, looking out at the deck and can’t fucking believe it. Dad is here! He comes walking into the kitchen and I pick up my bag, hiking it on my shoulder.
“Oh, hey Omi. What are you doing here?” Dad smiles at me. He steps over, kisses the top of my head, and walks to the sink to wash his hands.
“Hey, Dad!” I pretend to be cheerful. “Just here to pick up Hannah. I told Mr. Thomas I would take her to the park while you guys watch the game.” I look over at Dom who presses his lips together and nods as if to say, “good lie.”
“Oh, cool. You’re really good with her.” Dad turns to look at Dom who straightens up. “Dominic, got the lighter?”
“Yep.” Dom opens a drawer and pulls out a lighter, handing it to Dad.
“Where is she, anyway?” I ask, avoiding Dom’s eyes at all costs. I can’t reveal anything. Not around Dad. He notices everything.
“In her playpen,” Dom answers.
Dad walks out of the kitchen and back on the deck, shutting the door behind him. I turn to the living room, where Hannah’s playpen is.
“There you are, sweet girl!” I sing, and Hannah instantly bounces, clapping her hands and squealing with delight. Before I can scoop her up, a hand wraps around my wrist and Dom turns me to face him.
“My phone is upstairs. I was about to call you,” he says. “He caught a ride with me after I stopped by to get the grill.”
“A little too late for that,” I say, throwing my hair over my shoulder. “Kinda glad I didn’t come in singing I had the birth control.”
He laughs — a deep, sensual laugh that makes my belly flutter. He tips my chin and kisses my upper lip. My body surges with adrenaline and heat, knowing Dad is only a few steps away and could walk in on us at any given moment.
The fact that he’s even taking the risk is a turn on.
“By the time you come back, he’ll probably be gone. He never sticks around for the whole game.” He runs a hand down my arm. “When you get back, I’ll make up for it.”
“What are you gonna do?” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
He smiles. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream my name. That’s what I’m going to do.”
I sigh when he cups the back of my neck, the tip of his nose running across my cheek. His warm breath hit
s my exposed cleavage and he groans. “You smell so good.”
“He’s going to come back inside soon,” I exhale.
As if he didn’t just hear me, he drops a hand and cups my pussy in his large hand, caressing me softly. “Hurry back, you hear me? Don’t keep me waiting.”
I bite a smile as Dad calls his name. I turn to pick up Hannah, and he takes a step back, pressing his lips and staring into my eyes, like he really can’t stand pulling away from me.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
Chapter Four
Naomi
Hannah is exhausted by the time we get back to Dom’s. I take her out of the car seat and rest her head on my shoulder, pulling out her diaper bag and walking through the open garage.
The house is quiet, which proves that either Dad is gone, or he’s fallen asleep like he always does.
I step around the corner, but the living room is empty. I check the deck, holding Hannah tight in my arms, but the deck is vacant too.
Too afraid to call Dom by his first name in case Dad is still around, I call, “Mr. Thomas?” instead.
I hear something move upstairs and take the stairs to Dom’s bedroom. The bathroom light is on, and the shower is running.
Good, that means Dad must be gone.
I lay Hannah in her crib, taking her shoes off and placing them on the rack. I still hear the shower running when I walk out of the nursery and the wildest idea strikes me.
I walk to his bathroom door and to my surprise, it’s unlocked. The bathroom is filled with steam, and I immediately get undressed, quietly shutting the door behind me. I can see his large body through the glass, his soft cock hanging between his legs as he rinses his hair.
Excited is an understatement.
I need to be in there with him.
I open it and when the air hits him, he looks up at me through long, damp eyelashes.
“Damn, babe,” he says. “I was waiting for you.”
“Were you?” I step into the shower, and wrap my arms around his neck. He wastes no time picking me up. I slink my legs around his waist, kissing him fully. His lips are always so soft and warm.
A hard groan vibrates through his muscular body and he squeezes my bare ass in his hands. My back hits the shower wall and he presses his body on mine, lowering me so that I can feel his cock digging into my ass.
“You feel how hard I am?” he rasps. “You do the craziest shit to me.”
I smile, and then kiss him again, purposely lowering my hips so his tip is at the entrance of my sex now.
“Naomi.” He starts to protest, but I shake my head, licking the curve of his neck and running my tongue up to his ear. I suck on the shell of his ear and he sighs hard, squeezing my ass.
“Goddamn it,” he grumbles. He takes one deep plunge inside me, stretching me just enough. It’s even better this time, just a small twinge of pain. I gasp on his lips and he holds me tighter, keeping my back on the wall as he propels his hips. “You are going to get me into so much fucking trouble, babe. You know I love fucking you raw.”
“I love it, too.”
He works his hips faster, the water splashing on our skin. He sucks on my bottom lip and I clench around him. Like he feels it, he grunts deep, filling me up again.
“You love having this big cock in your pussy, Naomi?” His voice is deep enough to send heat coursing through my body.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“I’m never going to be able to get enough of your pussy.” He slides a finger through the crack of my ass, and I gasp in surprise.
He smiles at me, the water trickling through his hair.
“I’m going to own all of you, baby. Your pussy, your ass”— he squeezes one of my ass cheeks. “All of you. You want that, right?”
“I want it all, Dom.”
He sucks at the hollow of my neck, and I’m sure it’s going to leave a mark. His body is flush on mine, so strong and firm. He holds me in his arms just right. I wrap my legs tighter around him, wanting to feel every inch inside me.
His body tenses and then he lets out a deep exhale. “Shit,” he groans. “I’m about to come.”
My grip tightens around his neck, and he groans heavily, pulling his cock out and coming on my thigh. His cum is hot and thick, and I smile up at him.
“Almost didn’t pull out in time,” he laughs.
“Almost,” I giggle.
“Took all the strength in me to pull out.”
“I’ll start my birth control tomorrow,” I assure him.
“Good. Because pulling out is for the fucking birds. I wanna come inside you every chance I can get. Fill you up with my cum.”
“And you’re the one who says you don’t want to get me pregnant,” I tease.
“I shouldn’t . . . but I’ll take my chances if it means I can feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock every day.”
“You’re so dirty,” I giggle.
“Only for you, Naomi.”
Chapter Five
Dominic
Later that night, Naomi is resting on my chest in my bedroom. We’re watching a movie on Netflix while Hannah is fast asleep in her room.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt so content. With Naomi right on my chest, and my baby girl safe across the hallway, I feel like a fucking king.
I have this young, beautiful girl at my side who wants every single inch of me, and I want all of her too. I want to own this girl, do things to her I know she’s never experienced.
I don’t think straight when she’s around. I forget all about the fact that she’s my best friend’s daughter, and that’s really fucked up. It’s so fucking hard to stop. Once it started, it was a done deal. I was hooked, needing my next fix from her like she was a damn drug.
She’s my little secret.
I can’t forget the times Barry helped me out in the navy and even a few months ago, when Annie walked out on me. I spiraled a little, and was hardly keeping my shit together while I had Hannah, but he and his family were there for me. The one who was there for me the most though, was Naomi.
She came over one night when I was really stressed and cooked for me, took care of Hannah while I got some rest, and I’ve appreciated her even more since then.
I wasn’t used to coming home and having to do everything. I usually helped Annie when I got home from work, but taking on full responsibility of Hannah and becoming a single father wore me out.
I’m still not sure why Annie walked out. She didn’t leave a note, never showed me any signs that she wasn’t happy with me. She just left. I’m used to it now—being without her. Truthfully, I’ve never really needed her.
Naomi climbs on my lap, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I look up at her. She’s so fucking beautiful, but I see Barry in all her features. She’s a spitting image of him. It’s fucking scary sometimes.
“So, are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?” she asks. “It’s Mom’s birthday and I’m sure she’d love to see Hannah.”
“Yeah. Barry was telling me about it. I’ll be there.”
“It always sucks pretending you’re just the man I’m supposed to respect around my dad,” she laughs. She leans forward, kissing me.
I smile, flipping her onto her back, making her giggle. I lower my boxers and slide between her legs, grinding on her pussy. She’s only wearing her bra, no panties. “I told you to put your panties back on, Naomi.”
“They’re dirty.” She shrugs, like she couldn’t care less about wearing them right now.
“You never fucking listen, do you?” And it’s such a fucking turn on. Such a hardheaded little thing.
I hold her wrists, lowering my head to kiss her neck. Picking my head back up, I hold her gaze, slowly sinking my cock into her. I keep sucking her neck, ravenous for her. She smells clean and fresh and I want to dirty her right back up again.
“Oh, Dom,” she moans, tilting her hips and giving me full access
Her pussy is so wet for me, soaking the length
of my cock. I hold her wrists tighter, hitting her sweet spot. Her eyes squeeze shut when I thread my fingers with hers, and push my tongue through her lips.
She tastes so damn sweet. Everywhere.
I break the kiss on purpose, looking her hard in the eyes, wanting her to realize how deep I am inside her. She moans even louder, like she’s just read my mind.
“I love the little sounds you make when I’m inside you.” She whimpers, her fingernails sinking into my hand. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel your sweet little pussy clenching around my cock, baby,” I groan. “Who owns this pussy?”
She moans in response.
“I own this pretty little pussy,” I tell her. “Me, baby, and only me. Don’t you ever give it away.”
She squeals, clenching my cock just like I want her to. It’s fucking mind-blowing.
She pulses around me, and soon, I’m groaning, and on the verge of exploding, reaching down and finishing on her flat belly. Some of it lands on her belly button piercing, looking like streaks of pearls.
My cum looks so sexy on her body.
She’s dirty with my seed and I fucking love that shit.
Chapter Six
Naomi
I’m such a mess.
We’re having dinner tonight and it’s the first time Dom will be in my house, around my parents, after we’ve had sex. What if they catch onto me? What if I can’t stop looking at him?
After last night, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. The way he let me lay on his chest and the way he took me before I left — it was to die for.
I took my very first pill this morning. Once the birth control kicks in, there will really be no stopping us.
I help Mom with the catered food she ordered from Olive Garden, her favorite restaurant, and then set up the table. Dom and Hannah will be arriving soon.
“Naomi,” Mom calls, pausing on placing the napkins down. I look up and her eyes are narrowed and fixed on me.
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