Table of Contents
QUITE FRANKLY
FOREWORD
COPYRIGHT
BLURB
DEDICATION
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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AKNOWLEDGEMENTS
BOOKS BY MAYRA STATHAM
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Copyright © 2018 by Mayra Statham
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BLURB
I did something over-the-top crazy! Not only did I have my first one-night stand, but it was with an older man. I even called him Daddy! I was on top of the world. A great job, amazing friends, beautiful new place all while riding the high of fun, kinky sex!
Until I find out my mysterious older man is not only my new landlord but also my best friend’s dad.
Quite frankly, I should walk away. I just can’t keep my hands to myself. But if you saw this Dilf, you wouldn’t want to either! What’s a girl to do?
DEDICATION
“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
― Paulo Coehlo
Prologue
Karina Castillo
“SAY IT,” HE ROUGHLY WHISPERED into my ear. I bit down on the fleshy part of my lip trying to hold in the uninhibited sounds escaping from me as he teased me.
Damn it and donuts, the man had a way with his hands. A master craftsman with the female anatomy. The head of his cock slid up and down my wet slit. I bucked my ass toward him, but his huge hands held me in place. Keeping me captive to his sweet but dirty torture.
“Say it,” he goaded darkly. “Be my good girl, Princess.” A tingle shot down my spine. Damn. Why do I like that so much? “Do it, and I’ll give you exactly what we both want,” he promised, and I moaned.
My hands tried to dig in to the drywall in front of me. My back was to his front, the skirt of my dress was pulled over my ass, the dark gray leggings I’d been wearing were pooled at my ankles, essentially trapping me, but I had never felt freer. The sexual tension gravitated, clung to the air, sparking between us.
He wasn’t wrong. We both wanted it.
Badly.
He had a deliciously dirty mouth. Downright filthy. And I honestly couldn’t get enough. If I had been in my right state of mind, not hazed with lust, I would have seen how out of the norm that was for me. I was usually quiet and not very vocal during sex. Not that I got some in a regular basis to have a norm.
He was older and obviously more experienced than any guy I’d been with. Maybe that’s why he brings a whole new side out of me?
Not that he had told me his age or anything of real substance before we found ourselves in a hotel room downtown in my hometown of Beech Grove, California. I’d never dated, or in this case, gotten nasty with an older man. And it had been eye-opening to say the least. I had obviously been missing out.
I couldn’t believe this whole thing had started at the Crown and Crumpet, the local coffee shop in town on a random Tuesday.
Things like this happened in darkened clubs or smoke-filled bars on Friday nights. I mean, for Christ sakes, my whole generation had created apps where all you had to do was swipe right in search of nameless, meaningless rendezvous.
Random one-night hookups that would fuel your fantasies and break your dry spell did not start off in cute, artsy coffee shops.
Unless you were me.
And all the stars and moons in the universe had aligned while Lady Luck winked sending her love to me. That was the only way I could explain how I found myself in the pre-orgasmic situation I was in.
He had been behind me in line. I’d snuck a peek when the scent of his cologne had wafted around me. Delicious in a way that reminded you there was a man behind you and whatever cologne he’d used this morning was quickly becoming my favorite smell in the world. The need to turn around was overwhelming, and when I did, I wasn’t disappointed.
Tall, muscular, and bald. He held himself with an air of confidence so strong I turned back around immediately. Way out of my league. Men like that were always accompanied by sophisticated and elegant women. And as awesome as I was, I was not the trophy-esque type.
My spot in line came up, and I placed my order. Before I could take my wallet out of my purse, the stranger placed his warm, strong hand at the small of my back before he moved beside me as he ordered. His hand never left my back, and I didn’t ask him to. Without a glance, he simply paid for our drinks and moved us to the side.
It was smooth.
Like something out of a James Bond movie. He was confident with a dash of swagger. No other man could have pulled it off without seeming creepy or overzealous. But he did.
He even came off as a gentleman, his hand never moving lower than the small of my back, and when our drinks were called, he turned with a warm smile on his handsome face, asked if I’d like to sit and talk. Sit and talk. Something so simple and easy, all while I looked into his seriously dark brown eyes. I couldn’t say no.
I had a million and a half things I had to do. But I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere else than next to the man who wore a suit like he had been born to wear one.
My senses were in overdrive. We shared a table, sitting close, sharing the same space, and air alone was too much for my poor body to handle. I looked at the man, trying to absorb everything about him and figure out why the hell he felt so familiar. The melty chocolate shade of his gaze, the sexy laugh lines at the sides of his eyes and lips. It was like I knew him. But I had never seen him in my life. I liked how the lines hinted at the fact he enjoyed laughing. I found it devastatingly sexy. Add in the perfect shape of his bald head, the skin silky smooth, begging for my hands to touch, and the dark, shadowy scruff on his jaw line that promised naughty shivers.
He was like kryptonite.
Then something huge happened.
Something I had never, ever experienced with a man. Something almost better than an orgasm. I was almost twenty-six, and it was definitely a first.
We had an amazing conversation.
Conversation that rolled easily and stimulated just as much as the eye candy he provided by breathing. Before I knew it, he wasn’t the only one touching. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
Flirty touches.
Sexual innuendos.
Glances that lingered a tad too long that were volleyed back and forth like a tennis match.
All in a coffee shop in the middle of the day.
Conversation so enlightening and easy and thought provoking, I swear it was like foreplay.
The man listened to what I had to say.
He looked into my eyes instead of at my tits as we spoke.
He showed he was paying attention, and when he did it, it was completely genuine, not quippy or patronizing.
Everyone in the coffee shop ceased to exist. Time seemed to tick away softly. It was exactly like in a romantic comedy, where everything around faded into a blurry haze and the two main characters only had eyes for one another.
Only this wasn’t a movie.
It was real life.
My life!
If that wasn’t enough, he leaned closer, the spicy notes from his cologne even more potent, as he smirked. His hand cupping my cheek, he told me he was going to kiss me.
Told me.
He didn’t ask for permission. He didn’t diddle-daddle or play games like most guys I knew usually did.
He told me and gave me a moment to choose if I wanted it. I didn’t know how he could be a gentleman and a caveman all at the same time, but he was. And I swear to Buddha, my panties melted like an ice cube on the streets of Las Vegas in the middle of July.
His lips were strong and rough.
Hungry and so damn decadent, I didn’t want him to stop. He could have kissed me for an hour or ten minutes. I honestly couldn’t tell you how long. All I knew was I got lost in his kiss in a way I never wanted to be found.
His hands roamed somewhat appropriately for being in public. His touch radiated strength and confidence, never hesitating how and where to touch. He touched me like he owned me, like he was some kind of caveman, yet never inappropriately, keeping him a gentleman.
He was one hundred percent, grade-A all man. And I wanted him.
I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything.
Up till then, anything I had ever yearned for dimmed in comparison. I was the type of woman who went after what she wanted and went after it with everything she had. Regardless of the subject, I set my eyes on it, with steely determination and a hunger to succeed. It had been my motto my my entire life.
Grades, sports, graduation, and my career. I never stopped until I got what I wanted. And for the first time, I wanted a man with that same thirst.
I wasn’t a blushing virgin, but I wasn’t exactly super experienced. I had never had a one-night stand. Which was ridiculous in this day and age at my age, but it was true.
Either way, it was why I found myself in my current position, and I had no fucks to give.
It was precisely where I wanted to be.
Bent over a couch in a hotel room, my skirt up to my waist, ruined panties pulled to the side, leggings at my ankles, as a man whose first name I didn’t know was teasing me with his latex-covered dick.
“Say it, baby,” he groaned, and I swear my entire body was covered with goose bumps.
On the way to the hotel, his hand had never left my thigh as he had driven his luxury sedan way too fast, but I had been too lost in him to worry about his driving skills.
He had teased. The tips of his fingers had roamed up, threatening to spank me if I squirmed and didn’t sit still. Without thinking, I had smarted off about him being my daddy. His eyes had darkened to the darkest of inks.
He’d liked it the nickname, and damn it, so had I.
My cheeks had burned under his heated stare, giving me permission to keep teasing, and I did. There was something elicit and dangerously addicting about calling him daddy. By the way the bulge in his slacks had grown further, he’d seemed to enjoy it as much as I had.
Now he was pushing me to ask him, teasing both of us for the words, and it was deliciously taboo.
“Please,” I begged, glancing over my shoulder just in time to catch him licking his lips. He wanted to sink in as much as I wanted him to.
“Say it,” he ordered again, squeezing my ass.
“Please, Daddy,” I asked, my voice soft and breathy. His jaw clenched, making him even hotter.
I didn’t have time to breathe much less brace myself when he thrust forward, filling me up in a way I never had. In the recesses of my mind I knew, to the marrow in my bones, I never would.
Quite frankly, the man had the power to ruin me for any other man.
Frank Titan
I sunk in deep, and her soft little moans made my balls draw up tight.
Jesus, I had only slipped into the woman in front of me, and she had me feeling like a sixteen-year-old kid getting his dick wet for the first time.
“Daddy, don’t stop,” she groaned, pushing back, and I couldn’t stop the crazy feeling that washed over me.
I wasn’t into kink. Especially not a daddy one. Not with my background. But damn, there was something about her calling me that. It made me want to show her exactly how much of a man I was.
How much of a man I could be for her.
“More,” she pleaded as I slowly pulled out, looking down at the obscene sight.
She was soaked. Fucking wet and creamy. The tops of her thighs glistened with her need for me. It made me wish I wasn’t wearing a fucking condom.
I wanted to feel and take everything from her. But there was no way I would take that kind of risk. Hell no. I hadn’t taken risks in a very long time. The one time I had, had changed the course of my life. Made me grow up and become a provider and a man a hell of a lot faster than I would have wanted to. Not that I regretted it. It had made me a better person, too.
“You want more, Princess?” I coaxed, pushing any other thoughts out of my mind, focused on the woman in front of me as my hand gripped her ass cheek tightly. The plump flesh almost slipped out my hand before I let go and smacked it. I watched it jiggle before my fingers trekked her spine, lightly grazing, until I reached the back of her head. They tangled in her hair, and I moved it away to give me space to look at the slender line. Jesus. Her neck. Breathing in her scent, I was tempted to mark her. Mine.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, and I smiled.
“Not God, baby. Daddy.”
“Damn it, it shouldn’t be this hot,” she whimpered. My lips quirked upward.
“You want me to give you more?”
“Yes. Please,” she pleaded, and a wicked smile fell on my lips.
“Hold on, baby girl. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” She bit her lip, her light brown eyes shining up at me.
“I need it. Please.”
“No more begging, Princess,”
“But—”
“Shh…” I whispered into the side of her face, “Daddy’s going to give you exactly what you want.”
And fuck if I didn’t give her just that.
Chapter One
Karina Castillo
“YOU DIDN’T!” THEY BOTH ASKED in shock, and I nodded, my wine glass close to my lips.
“I did!” I could feel the blush on my face.
“And you called him—”
“Over and over and over.” I tried to contain my laughter. “And over again.”
“Wait, does that mean there were four rounds?” one of my two best friends asked, her eyes wide like saucers.
“I got mine four times,” I said proudly, lifting my glass of red into the air, and laughed.
“Shut up!” Ruby exclaimed.
“Good girl!” Daisy cheered.
“OH!” Ruby clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s what he said!” She chuckled, and they quickly high-fived one another.
“Oh, my God!” I covered my face, red and embarrassed as my girlfr
iends laughed.
I had just finished telling them about my naughty one-night stand. My face was probably a weird blotchy red, but I had to admit, as I sat cross-legged on the couch, I was feeling pretty good.
Feminine and sexy.
Almost like a goddess.
Girl power to the max.
I was a woman who was ready to take on the world.
I am woman, hear me roar.
Damn! Great sex did a lot for one’s self esteem.
“Holy crap, that’s hot!” Ruby fanned herself.
“Wow! Who would have thought Little Miss Pencil Up Her Ass had that in her!” Daisy teased, and we all fell into a fit of giggles.
“Wait, so are you going to see him again?” asked Ruby. I shrugged but shook my head.
“I don’t think so.” A slight sadness ebbed through me, but I quickly pushed it away.
“Why not?!” Daisy exclaimed before taking a healthy drink from her glass.
“You guys, we didn’t even exchange names.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s your daddy. What else is there to know?” Ruby cajoled, and I almost spit out the sweet liquid in my mouth before swallowing.
“Not even after you two…” Daisy dramatically wagged her brows, and I scoffed.
“We cuddled, and like I said, I skipped out when he took a shower.”
“Wow.” Ruby sighed.
“Well, regardless, this is a very special occasion, and we need to celebrate.” Daisy jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. “Not only is it our last night as The Three Musketeer roommates, BUT our girl here has grown up and become a woman.”
“Shut up.” I tossed a throw pillow at her, but she easily dodged it as she walked over with a new bottle and refilled our drinks. “You make me sound like a virgin.”
“It had been so long, you gotta admit you were probably worried everything had closed back up down there.” Daisy winked. “But I’m serious! You had your first one-night stand!”
“It wasn’t night time. I don’t even know if it counts!” I joked, thinking about how I had left the hotel room, leaving a note on the pillow while he had been taking a shower.
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