by Nora Heat
“What are you doing, Naomi?” My words are bullshit. I lift my hips, watching as she pulls the shorts and my boxers down to my ankles.
“You’ll see.” She squats between my legs, looking so sexy down there, hovering over my cock. There is a basketball game on right now, one I really want to watch, but fuck, I’d rather watch her.
When my cock is out, she lowers her face, circling her tongue around my thick tip. “Fuck,” I sigh.
“Hannah has given you a hard time today, huh?” she asks, gripping my cock. It looks so big in her small hand. Hell, I know my cock is too big for her petite body.
“She has.”
“Are you frustrated?”
“A little.” I breathe harder as she pumps the base of my cock.
“I’ll can fix that.”
I grip her blonde hair in my hand when she wraps her lips around me, making half my cock disappear. She looks up at me with bright hazel eyes, so fucking perfect, and my cock twitches in her palm.
“Damn, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, babe.”
Her head starts bobbing and she pushes up into a higher squat, deep-throating me, making my dick wetter by the second. She’s sucking like a pro. For an innocent little thing, she does it all too well.
I throw my head back, releasing her hair, letting her take the lead this time.
“Shit.” I moan when her tongue swirls around me. I look down, watching her play little tricks with her tongue. I swear it’s like fucking magic. Her other hand is rubbing circles between her legs, making herself wet.
Watching her like this has me so close to coming down her throat, my cock getting harder by the second. But before I know it, I feel cool air hit my cock and then she’s lying beside me.
Her legs are spread wide open, her finger in her mouth, barely hiding her grin. “Take me, Mr. Thomas.”
Mr. Thomas. She knows that name turns me the fuck on.
“You know I can’t.” My cock aches so bad and she looks so damn sexy, showing off her pretty pink pussy.
She leans forward, grabbing my wrist and guiding my body between her legs. I don’t fight against it. I should — I really fucking should — but I can’t. It’s too tempting. She’s too fucking much.
The thick head of my cock presses on her entrance when she tilts her hips up, inviting me in.
“Naomi,” I groan, dropping my face into the crook of her neck. I clench my fists outside her head. “Fuck,” I groan when I feel the entrance of her pussy soaking my tip.
“Please,” she begs in my ear, her voice so sweet. So innocent.
“Shit,” I rasp, and I can’t fucking help myself. When she lifts her hips and leaves me no choice but to move forward, I slide into her slowly, carefully. My body is rigid, but the stroke in, inch by inch, is smooth because she’s so fucking wet for me.
She lets out a sharp gasp, and I feel the stretch my cock gives when I’m deep inside her virgin pussy. She gasps again, her fingernails digging into my skin.
“Shit, Naomi. You’re not even protected and I’m hurting you.” I dig my elbows into the leather sofa, ready to pull out of her.
“It’s okay,” she breathes, holding onto my waist, lifting her hips higher so I can’t get away. Fuck, she feels so good — wrapped up so tight. I need to stop. Shit. “I want you so bad, Dom.” Her voice is heavy but soft. She slowly starts to rotate her hips and then shifts up and down, locking her legs around me and making sure my cock is deep inside her.
“Damn it,” I groan, trying to fight it. Trying to resist.
“Just fuck me, Dom,” she begs. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me. I swear.”
Damn, I can’t fight it anymore and she knows I can’t. I can tell by the spark in her eyes, how they hold mine. She’s got me right where she fucking wants me. Fuck my morals and fuck that basketball game. Fuck everything I know about her. I’ve got a virgin’s pussy wrapped around my cock and I need to fucking own it.
I give her what she wants, drawing back and then thrusting hard and deep into her pussy. She delivers a soft, beautiful cry when I’m in deep, her fingernails sinking into my skin, like it’s painful at first — but soon she lets up, moaning her pleasure in my ear.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. I need to break you in,” I groan, squeezing her ass, fucking her like I’ve wanted to for the past few years. I look into her eyes. “You want me to come in your innocent little pussy, don’t you?”
She bobs her head, like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. What the fuck is she doing to me? I know I can’t get her pregnant, but she’s so fucking snug, dripping wet for me.
I can’t get my best friend’s daughter pregnant. He’d really fucking kill me then.
I have to pull out.
I have to pull out.
Doesn’t matter how good it feels.
I have to pull the fuck out.
She holds my face in her hands, bringing her soft lips up to mine. She grinds her hips beneath me, hungry for more, her body begging me to go deeper. I hold onto her tighter, stroking into her snug, little pussy like my life depends on it. I’m surprised I haven’t come yet.
“You feel so big inside me, Dom,” she sighs on my lips. “It feels amazing. Keep fucking me. Please?”
God, she sounds so harmless. So perfect.
Her words are my fucking undoing. I stroke harder, making her scream my name. She’s getting wetter and wetter for me, her pussy making sticky-wet noises that turn me the fuck on.
My body tenses up and I suck hard on her neck, unable to control myself or hold off anymore. It’s been months since I’ve fucked anyone. With her being so wet and so tight, all I want to do is blow this load.
“Fuck, I’m about to come.”
I jerk back, ready to pull out, but she locks her legs around me, forcing me back down and keeping me glued between them. That act alone should infuriate me, but it doesn’t. It turns me on even more, and I can’t fucking help myself — I come hard, groaning loudly as I finish, thrust for thrust.
“Christ, Naomi.”
I’ve just filled her pussy with my seed, and for some reason, I don’t feel bad about it.
Fuck.
She sighs with pleasure beneath me, her legs still hooked around my waist. She works her hips in circles, still hungry for more.
I stare into her eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that, Naomi,” I pant.
“I couldn’t help it.” She gives me a sweet smile.
“Next time,” I lower down between her legs, forcing her dress up, “you should listen.” My mouth seals on her still eager pussy and she gasps hard, not expecting it, her fingers threading through my hair.
I don’t give a fuck if she’s a virgin. She’s not anymore. I want to taste the damage I’ve done, so I eat her until I feel her legs trembling around my head.
To finish her off, I suck on her clit — her trigger point — and I don’t let up until I see her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Her body dies down after a few seconds and I sit up, slouching back on the couch.
“Wow,” she breathes, staring up at the ceiling with a smile. “That was good.”
Yeah, but damn.
What the fuck did I just do?
I haven’t come like that in a long time — not since Annie left. I haven’t fucked another woman since she walked out on me last fall. Until today.
“What happens if you end up pregnant?” I ask, hoping she’s really thought this through. I forget that she’s still so young — only twenty-one. She has her whole life ahead of her, yet she’s hooked on me, a thirty-six year old man with a child.
“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 hits 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.”<
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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.
