by Nadia Wild
DADDY FOR THE NIGHT
Copyright © Nadia Wild 2017
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to locales, events, or actual persons—living or dead— is purely coincidental.
* WARNING *
NOT INTENDED FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD.
This story contains taboo elements, explicit language, strong sexual content, over-the-top romance, etc.
CHAPTER ONE
I’m just an average pain in the ass eighteen-year-old girl. There’s nothing special about me except for the fact that I’m a virgin. Well, that and my brains is about all I have going for me. Many look at me and assume that by appearance I’m just a dirt bag teenager. I’ve got dark hair, tattoos, some of which I’m not too proud of since they were done in a basement by a friend of a friend of a friend’s friend when I wasn’t even legal age to get inked yet. My tongue is pierced and so are my nipples, but I suppose that’s not something many people would know when first meeting me.
Attending Fort Crook Community College was not a part of my bigger plan, but unfortunately, during my senior year of high school my father fell ill with stage four lymphoma.
So, here I am loading all of my overpriced textbooks into my forest green backpack. I pull my bag off of my old rickety bed and look around my room one more time before finally making my way out the door and shutting it softly behind me.
“Hey, Dad,” I whisper as I open the door to his room. Goosebumps trail my arms as soon as I hear the beeps of the machines and see him lying damn near lifeless in his bed. It never gets easier seeing him like this, even though I know what to expect. I remember my dad as a strong, hardworking man, with a very dry sense of humor, but a sense of humor nonetheless. I look down at my classic black Converse and realize I’m frozen in place at his doorway. I take a deep breath and force my feet forward to his bedside. Placing my petite hand on his long frail one. His skin almost translucent.
“Dad,” I say again, this time a little louder. I know it’s rude to wake him since he needs the rest, but he would be disappointed if he didn’t see me on my first day of college.
“Hi, Sof.” He slightly raises his hand under mine, creeping it up onto mine, and with a gentle squeeze he smiles and whispers, “You look beautiful, Sof.” His voice cracks and he lifts his hand to wipe a single tear that is falling from his deep brown eyes.
“Thanks, Dad. I love you. I will see you after class, okay?” I lean down, embracing his cheeks in my palms, and then I place a soft kiss onto his chilly forehead. “I love you, Dad.” A knot forms in my throat and that’s my cue to leave.
Big girls don’t cry.
I recite those words to myself as my dad had always told me that whenever I’d begin to cry. My dad raised me to be tough as nails, even if deep down I was as soft as a feather.
Big girls don’t cry.
***
I adjust my black-rimmed glasses and stare at the midsize community college before me. Well, here goes nothing… I step forward and shuffle slowly to the entrance, scanning all the beautiful girls as they sway their hips in front of the guys as if they’re all female dogs in heat. Their clothes are tight, hugging their curves in all the right places. I look down at myself, skinny ripped jeans, a baggy local band t-shirt, and black Converse. I instantly feel the burn begin to creep into my cheeks. I look like a fucking loser… After finally reaching my first class, I walk in and grab a seat to the back praying this will keep all eyes and attention off of me.
Sinking into my chair, I pull out my red notebook and textbook to prepare for class. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a guy sit down in the desk next to me. I can feel his gaze on the bare pieces of my skin, which only happens to be my arms and face, and the holes in my jeans. I don’t want to look at him, but he’s not breaking his stare.
“Excuse me, Sofie?” The familiar deep voice echoes through my eardrums. Fuck my life. It’s Bradley Harris, the biggest douche bag I ever went to school with. We were friends in elementary school until about fifth grade and then he turned into a grade A asshole, and that’s putting it very nicely.
“What?” I ask with a tinge of irritation in my voice.
“How’ve you been? Have a good summer?” Is this prick really trying to make small talk with me? Me? Of all people, me? You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Well, Brad. My father is dying, and I’m stuck going to school here when I had a full ride scholarship to attend the University of Houston. It’s been a grand fucking summer and I’ve been just peachy. Thanks for asking!” I feel my cheeks flush and I turn away from Brad’s wide eyes to my textbook, my hands shaking. I can’t help but feel a little empowered, making it clear that I’m not going to put up with Brad’s fake bullshit this year or ever again for that matter.
***
“Arabella McCoy, you’ll be partnered with Sofie Daniels for your first sports media project.” Professor Aldrich looks between Arabella and me, and then checks our names off of a list on his clipboard. Great. I’m being stuck with Barbie. Arabella glances at me, her bright blue eyes beaming beneath the fluorescent classroom lights. As much as I’m sure I won’t be able to stand her, I can’t deny the fact that she’s absolutely stunning and I’d give anything to be half as gorgeous as her.
For the rest of class we played stupid icebreaker games and I learned that Arabella’s favorite TV show is Orange Is The New Black so she obviously isn’t that bad of a human. As soon as class is out I grab my things and shove them into my backpack.
“Hey, Sofie! Wait up!” I hear a peppy holler and know right away it’s Arabella.
“Hey, Arabella.” I say as I move a strand of my dark hair behind my ear.
“Just call me Bella. Anyway, come over to my house tonight so we can knock this project out as soon as possible. I have to keep my grades up to be on the cheer squad here, and I don’t take procrastination very lightly.” My eyes widen as her request surprises the shit out of me. Before me stands a cheerleader that cares more about A’s than she does the D.
CHAPTER TWO
I follow Bella out the side doors of the college. I can’t help but notice that every guy we pass by is checking out all of her perfect curves. A tinge of jealousy rises in the pit of my stomach and I let out a sigh.
“Are you okay?” She flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looks at me with a scrunched nose.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lie, adjusting my backpack on my shoulder.
We finally reach her car, which just happens to be a decked out BMW. All white, black rims, and all white leather interior.
“Wow… this car is awesome!” I exclaim.
“Thanks, I know. My stepdad bought it for me as a high school graduation present.” Bella throws her sun kissed blonde hair up into a messy bun, and then turns the key in her ignition. The BMW lets out a smooth rumble before she reverses out of the parking spot and speeds off.
“So where’d you go to high school?” She asks before popping a piece of pink gum into her mouth.
“Valley View, you?” I look away from her and out the window. I watch as we pass by cars on the highway.
“St. John’s.” She says, over exaggerating her eye roll.
I pull my phone out of my backpack and send my dad a text m
essage to let him know I’d be coming home late tonight.
Hey, Dad! I’m going to be coming home later tonight. I’m going to Arabella’s house to work on our project for Sport’s Media. I have no clue where she lives, but I don’t think she’ll murder me… LOL. Get your rest, Dad, lots o’ love!
We take the third exit, which leads to some of the nicest homes in the whole state of Missouri. Of course she lives in the nicest area… After a few more minutes and some more awkward small talk, we pull into a driveway blocked by a gate. She plugs in a code and the gate opens slowly, she inches the car forward.
“Wow… your house is fucking beautiful.” I say, mouth dropping open. Looking at the pillars, the beautiful extravagant landscaping, and all of the humongous windows. I soak in my surroundings and I’m left in complete shock for a brief moment before Bella responds.
“Thanks. My stepdad is made of money, clearly. Not sure what he does and I don’t really care. I can’t stand him.” Arabella shrugs her shoulders and continues driving back to the five-car garage. She shifts the car in park just before the white garage doors. I grab my backpack, open the car door, and step onto the intricately designed concrete. Looking around some more, soaking in the beauty of her home I notice the underground pool with a waterfall. A fucking waterfall. And a hot tub sits right next to it. We walk in the back door and that’s when I lose every bit of sense I ever had in me. Poof. All of my coherent thoughts completely disappear. Before me stood the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my entire short eighteen years of life. Tall, golden skin, dark beard and hair with a bit of silver sprinkled in. My center begins to tingle as I look at the long sleeves of his button up dress shirt hugging his muscular arms. I instantly feel wetness form between my legs. My heart begins pounding against my rib cage and echoes in my ears. I watch him as he looks up from his tablet, his dark eyes locking in on mine before they drink me up from head to toe.
“This is Sofie.” Arabella points her thumb back at me, “And this is Ben, my stepdad.” She nods toward him. My hands are clammy and shaking. He reaches his palm out to mine to take it into his grasp.
“Pleasure to meet you, Sofie.” His low growl saying my name sends even more tingles between my thighs.
“Nice to meet you as well, Mr…” I stop.
“McCoy. Benjamin McCoy.” His deep mocha eyes lure me in once again, throwing me into a trance. All I want to do is touch him. I want to feel his firm grip on me as he takes my virginity. I've never felt this way before about anyone.
“Okay, well, let’s go get started.” Arabella’s voice snaps me out of my daydream. Following her, I can’t help but look back at him. I need to know if he’s watching me. I turn my head to see his eyes focusing on my ass, then he looks up, his eyes narrowing in on mine again. I smile and bite my lip, and then I turn away. With the ache between my legs growing stronger, all I want to do is relieve myself as quickly as possible. There’s no way I can focus on a project with him one floor beneath me.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask Arabella.
“Oh, the guest bathroom is just right down the stairs and past the kitchen. You can ask Ben. I’ll be right in here.” She directs me to the first door on the right at the top of the stairs.
Walking back down the stairs, I notice Benjamin staring at his tablet again, poking around on it.
“Excuse me, Mr. McCoy? Where’s the bathroom?” A grin pulls at his full lips, and he sits his tablet down and turns to walk down the hallway. No lights are on in the dark hallway, the bathroom is three doors down on the left. Sliding his arm across my breasts as he pushes open the door, the sensation causing my pussy to throb.
“Here you are. By the way, if you keep looking at me like that I'm going to have to do something about it. Understood?”
“Um… uh… I…” My voice cracks and I can’t get any words out. Benjamin smiles and closes the door for me. I turn the lock and take a deep breath. I unzip my jeans and place my hand down my cotton panties. Finding my clit, I dip down just a little further to get my fingers wet and I begin moving them back and forth roughly against my small bundle of nerves. I have to get off otherwise I’m not going to be able to focus on anything else. Thinking of Benjamin’s hands upon my skin and placing his cock into my untouched pussy gets me to the brink, I dip my fingers inside of me pushing them in and out, in and out. A soft moan escapes my thirst and my stomach slightly drops, for fear that he may have heard it. But that thought alone turns me on even more. I circle my fingertips back over my clit, over and over until I feel my juices release onto my fingers. I quickly zip up my pants and wash my hands. I open the bathroom door and there he is just now walking down the hallway. I know he heard me, there’s no way he didn’t.
***
The creek of the door grasps Arabella’s attention and my own.
“We’re going to be in a bad storm here soon and it’s getting pretty late, Arabella.”
“And?” She rolls her eyes.
“Well, don’t you think you should invite Sofie to stay over tonight?” Benjamin smiles at and his eyes drink me in once more.
“It sounds like you just did that for me.” Arabella turns her focus back to her textbook. I give Benjamin a nervous smile.
“I should probably go home. My dad is really ill and I told him I’d be back to tell him about my first day of college.”
“I’ll drive you home.”
“No no, I don't want to put you guys out I can call an Uber.”
“No, I didn’t ask to drive you home. I told you I’m going to drive you home.” There’s a bit of bite to his words, and again my pussy drenches.
“Thank you, Mr. McCoy.” I smile politely and pack my things into my backpack. “See you tomorrow, Arabella.”
“It’s Bella. See ya tomorrow.”
Benjamin holds his hand out for me to walk out of the room in front of him. I stop at the sliding patio doors at the back entrance and give a hard pull. My hand slips, because the door is locked.
“Must not have gotten all of that washed off from earlier when you used the bathroom.” He chuckles and unlocks the door, sliding it open for me he places his hand at the small of my back and guides me down the few stairs.
“What?” I mutter. He did hear me. He pushes a button to open one of the garage doors and there sits a mother fucking Lambo! Benjamin walks over to the passenger side and opens the door for me. “Thank you.”
He pulls out of the garage and stops at the gate to punch in the code. I wipe my clammy hands off onto my jeans.
“Right or left?”
“Right.” My voice cracks from my nerves. He reaches over and places his hand on my shoulder.
“Relax.” He growls, squeezing my shoulder.
“I-I don't think I can.” I stutter.
“I know how to get you to relax.” He rubs his beard and gives a mischievous smile. I know I said I wanted him to take my virginity, but I didn’t think it’d actually be a possibility and that my fantasy would come to fruition.
“How’s that?” I swallow my nerves, trying to pull myself together in hopes of not completely blowing this opportunity.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was to hold my composure, and not bust down that fucking bathroom door when I heard you playing with yourself?” I shake my head no and I feel the rush of the burn through my cheeks. “So, do you want me to tell you? Or do you want me to show you?” The green fluorescent glow from the dashboard shines across his tongue as he licks his plump lips.
“Tell me or show me what?”
“How to get you to relax.”
“Whichever you prefer, Mr. McCoy.”
“This isn’t about what I want. This is about what you want.”
I swallow a knot in my throw and take a deep breath, “I’m a virgin.”
“I know. I didn’t ask you that.”
“I-I don’t know. I’m inexperienced.” Fuck, I’m stuttering like a scared child now. What is wrong with me? I want this. I want him.
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p; “Tell me and then show me.”
“Ah, you’re a greedy little brat, huh?” He cocks his head back and adjusts his package.
“No, I just… I couldn’t choose one.” Benjamin circles around the block and to the back of their mansion and pulls over. He opens the car door and walks over to the passenger side door. Opening it for me, he reaches for my hand. I step out of the Lambo and he kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs.
“What were you thinking about when you were in the bathroom finger fucking yourself earlier?”
I swallow hard. “You,” I admit.
He reaches for my jeans and unbuttons them. Sliding them, along with my underwear, off of me. My cheeks instantly flush as I remember that I haven’t shaved. I didn’t prepare myself to lose my virginity tonight. What the fuck is he going to think of me now? I mean at least it’s not a full on bush, I keep it fairly trimmed. But I read in some magazine that guys like bare vaginas.
“I’m going to claim your virgin cunt with my tongue and lap up every bit of your sweet cream. When I’m done with you, you’ll have burns between your legs from my beard.” He growls and reaches his hand between my legs, his fingers grasping onto my pussy.
“I’m sorry… I uh… I didn’t shave. I didn’t kno--”
“Shhh….” He cuts me off. “A little hair has never hurt anybody.” He rubs his thumb over my pubic hair, and then slips his middle finger into my center. “Fuck. You are so wet.” Benjamin begins to kneel before me, but stops himself. “I’ll have you know, i’ve never been brought to my knees by a woman before.” Butterflies swarm my gut and I feel his beard brush against my thighs. He pushes his nose against my pussy and I hear him inhale, taking my scent in. “This is mine, understood? This sweet smelling, juicy kiwi is fucking mine.” And with those words he dives right in. Placing his lips upon my clit and sucking it between his teeth. I can’t control my hands or my legs. My hands move to his head and grip a handful of his hair. I pull him deeper into me. His tongue dancing back and forth between my clit and my opening. My legs shake harder. I can feel that I am about to come.
