by Odessa Rossi
She reaches for my cock, which is massive and throbbing in her presence, and wraps her small hand around its girth. It hardly fits, but she pumps it anyway, soft, slow, gentle strokes.
There’s a sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains, and, as my eyes adjust, I can make out every curve and edge of her beautiful body.
“What are you doing?” I groan, feeling the tightness in my balls. Her touch alone nearly sends me over the edge.
Ainsley releases me from her hold, and then she climbs over, straddling my hips and grinding herself against me. Her thin cotton pajama shorts are all that separate us. One wrong move, and I’ll be buried deep inside her, claiming that sweet cherry of hers, and I won’t stop until we’re both sweaty, breathless, and writhing with spent satisfaction.
“Goddamn,” I groan, biting my lip as my hands slide up her circling hips. “What are you doing to me, Ainsley?”
Her hands lift to her hair, gathering a handful and closing her eyes. “I’m doing to you what you do to me . . . you get me all hot and bothered every time I look at you. And you have for a very long time, Mr. Cavanaugh. I’m simply returning the favor.”
With that, she slides down my thighs, lowering her mouth to the tip of my cock and taking the base in her hand. Pumping slightly, she brings my head to her bottom lip and deposits feather light strokes with her tongue, an intentional torment from the Cock Tease Queen herself.
“Good lord,” I say, exhaling and gripping the sheets beside me. Kimmie’s asleep two doors down, and I have to remind myself to keep the noise down. “You keep teasing me like that, I might have to return the favor.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
Before I get a chance to respond she’s swallowing my length, and the tip of my cock is pressed against the back of her throat. Pulling me out of her wet and wanting mouth, she swallows me again. And again. I don’t know how she learned to deep throat, but I don’t think I want to know. Besides, it doesn’t matter anymore. After this . . . after tonight . . . I’m going to make her mine.
I don’t have a choice.
I want this young woman. I have to be her first. She needs to feel how much I care for her. I want to show her I’d never hurt her. I’d always do her right.
Her velvety pink tongue circles my shaft before swirling around the head, flicking and dancing. Ainsley takes her sweet time, not in any kind of rush, and I can’t help but wonder how many times she’s fantasized about going down on her best friend’s father.
I’ve heard of young women idolizing father figures that way, sexualizing them, craving their time and attention. Mitch was a good enough dad, but he was gone a lot. Always traveling for work. Or leisure. And Ains was always left behind because of school or extracurricular obligations.
Hell, he’s working in Italy right now, which is why Ains is staying with us for the next three months. He didn’t even want to see his baby girl while she was home. Guess Lake Cuomo was more important than family.
My balls swell and tighten. I’m getting close, but I don’t want this to end. I’m not ready yet.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she whispers, her breath soft against my wet cock.
My body jerks and jolts, as if an electric wave is washing over me.
Nobody’s ever called me “daddy” like that before . . . at least not in a sexual context.
“I want to make Daddy feel appreciated,” she says, her voice baby soft as she returns her pouty mouth to my veiny dick. “I want to taste you, Daddy . . . come in my mouth. I want to swallow every last drop-”
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan, exploding into her mouth as she sucks me harder and faster, deeper still. Ainsley drains me dry before sitting up and wiping the corners of her mouth as she flashes me a satisfied smile.
“I’ve always wanted to call you ‘Daddy.’” She climbs off my lap and curls against my side, tucking herself under my arm. “Your cock got even harder when I said that. You like it, Mr. Cavanaugh. You like it just as much as I do.”
“You know this is wrong,” I say, stroking the side of her arm with my fingertips. It feels good lying here with her, staring at the circling ceiling fan above and feeling the electric aftershocks as my cock pulses beneath the covers.
“You could’ve stopped me.”
“Baby girl, I couldn’t have stopped you if I’d tried.” I kiss the top of her head. “I warned you last night, did I not?”
She nods.
“You and I both know exactly where this is going to lead,” I say. “But we need to think long and hard about what we want. How things will change. If this is really the right thing to do.”
Ainsley sits up, staring deep into my eyes. “I don’t care if it’s right, Mr. Cavanaugh. I want you. And I know you want me too. And I know you have for a long time, even though you would never admit it in a million years. But it’s okay. I’m a grown woman now.”
“I see that.”
“It’s okay if you want to fuck me.” She slips her hand into mine and then guides it beneath her tank top and then over her breast. “I love when you touch me, Daddy.”
My cock twitches as I massage her full breast, taking a pert nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my entire forty-five years.
The floor outside my room creaks and moans. Kimmie’s had a bad habit of sleepwalking ever since her mother passed, and it always seems to happen right around midnight. I’d hate for her to wake up or snap out of her trance and spot Ainsley leaving my room . . . though we could always try to convince her she was dreaming.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Ainsley asks, batting her lashes. “My bed gets so cold and lonely.”
Cupping her soft cheek in my hand, I look her in the eyes and say, “I’m sorry, Baby Girl. You can’t. I can’t sleep next to you and trust myself not to fuck you, and I don’t think you’re ready to be taken the way I intend to take you.”
Her bottom lip falls and she gasps.
“I’ll be your first,” I say. “But you should know I haven’t been with a woman in almost ten years, and with this being your first time, we ought to make it special. So I won’t fuck you tonight, and you can’t sleep with me.”
Her face falls.
“Now go on,” I say, pulling the covers off her side. “Get back to bed, baby girl. I’ve got an early morning.”
“Will I see you before you leave for work? Maybe I can make you breakfast in the morning?”
“I’ve got to be at the construction site by seven. We’re building that new shopping mall over on Overland Drive,” I say.
“Do you come home for lunch?”
“Nope. Too much to do. I’ve got to supervise my men. I take my lunch and eat it there in the trailer.”
She pouts again, slowly peeling herself away and out of my bed.
“All right. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night . . . Daddy.”
Chapter Six
Ainsley
“Come on, Ains…” Kimmie gives me an expert pout. “Aren’t you curious? He’s so hot!”
I hedge as best I can with a shake of my head. “A blind date? Really?”
“Absolutely! Riley plays on the baseball team with Colby. Starting short-stop. They say he could go to the pros. He’s a total catch.”
So why do I feel like I’m striking out?
I tuck deeper into the couch and pretend to watch the TV. I also pretend I can’t feel Mr. Cavanaugh’s eyes locked on us from the hall. His office is across from the living room, just close enough to hear his daughter try to convince me to go on a double-date with her and her boyfriend.
Kimmie doesn’t notice her dad listening in the doorway. I swallow.
“Come on, Ains. You’ve gotta get back in the game.” She tosses a piece of popcorn at my head. “When was the last time you were out with a man?”
A man? Never. A boy. Plenty. And I had my fill of all their immaturity and foolishness.
“It’s been a month.” No need to lie. Kimmie already knows the answer. “But I’m fine.”
“Like hell.” She leans close, her eyebrows waggling. “When was the last time you fooled around with anyone?”
Mr. Cavanaugh steps deeper into the room, but he says nothing. Kimmie still doesn’t hear him, but I can’t ignore his presence. A good shiver rolls through me.
“I don’t…I haven’t really fooled around with anyone,” I lie. I decline to tell my best friend that her dad is the only man who has ever made me come.
“Then you’ve got to be desperate. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t get laid.”
I flinch. I’m sure Mr. Cavanaugh does too. “I’m just waiting for the right man.”
“Why?”
The question makes me frown. “Because I want it…to be special.”
“Special-shmecial. All you need is a big cock.”
I brave a glance behind me. Mr. Cavanaugh arches an eyebrow. He’s baiting me.
Two can play at that game.
I giggle. “I wouldn’t even know what to do with a cock once I got it.”
“Oh, you’ll know.”
I smirk. “Sometimes I just think…It’d be nice to have a man to teach me. You know. To show me what to do. Teach me how to be good for him.”
He mouths at me—Behave. I don’t know if he’s talking to himself or me.
“I’m sure Riley could teach you.” Kimmie twirls a lock of her dark hair around her finger. “All you’ve gotta do is ask.”
“What can a college boy teach me?”
“More than you can learn yourself.”
I lean back and stretch, perking my tits up just to give Mr. Cavanaugh a show. “No. I don’t want a boy. I want a man. Someone older. Someone who knows how to properly fuck a woman.”
The word makes me giggle, which is good. He adjusts his pants.
“I’ve never done it before, you know?” I say. “I want someone to take their time. To really enjoy me. To…show me how great it can be.”
“What’s there to know?”
“I might be a virgin, but I know it should last longer than two minutes.”
Kimmie huffs. “Colby says that’s normal.”
I glance to Mr. Cavanaugh. He shakes his head.
“Well, I’m not looking for a quick fix.” I give him a smile. “I want a real relationship. Someone in my bed who wants me and only me. Someone I can give everything to. Myself. My life. My body.”
My baby.
“Riley’s hot.” Kimmie sighs at me. “Start there, why don’t you? You can’t get Prince Charming without knowing how to fuck.”
Mr. Cavanaugh disagrees. He crosses his arms. Something tells me he’s going to have a long chat with his daughter later…
After he makes sure I understand that I’m his and his alone.
Kimmie turns to me, but I’m not prepared for her hands to press together like a prayer. My best friend practically begs me.
“Please, Ains? I never get to see you. I’d love to go out as a group tonight. It’d be so much fun.”
More fun than a night at home, clinging to her dad as he takes my virginity and plunges all of his seed into my belly?
Damn it. She really didn’t know how much I loved her.
“Okay.” I surrender. “One date.”
“Really?”
“Sure.”
“Oh, yay!” She grabs her phone and immediately begins texting Colby. “You’re going to love Riley.”
“I’m not sleeping with him.”
“We’ll see.”
I turn to check on Mr. Cavanaugh, but he’s gone. My stomach twists.
What did I just do?
Chapter Seven
Stone
“Dad, what are you going to do tonight?” Kim skips down the stairs wearing a black dress that hits just above the knee. She’s got on way too much makeup.
“Thought I’d order a pizza and enjoy some quality alone time.” I slip my hands behind my neck and kick my feet up on the ottoman in the living room.
“Don’t you think you already get enough of that?” She moves to the mirror by the foyer, checking her hair and makeup from every angle. Typical girl. “You know they have dating apps now. Maybe it’s time to start getting back out there? Go on some dates? What are you so afraid of? You’ve got nothing to lose. All you do is sit at home, and, when you’re not sitting at home, you’re working. You need some fun in your life, Dad. Some excitement!”
I chuckle because I suddenly have plenty of excitement. Just none of it good to discuss with my one and only daughter.
“Okay, I’m ready!”
We direct our collective attention toward the blonde beauty at the top of the stairs. The neckline of her dress plunges far too low, and as she makes her way down the stairs, each lift of her leg shows a hint of her lacy pink panties.
I bet they’re so fucking wet for me right now.
My cock strains against my pants, and I readjust myself when my daughter isn’t looking.
“Kimmie, I think your phone’s ringing in your room,” Ainsley says.
“I bet it’s Colby. They better not be late. The movie starts in a half hour!” Kimmie groans and gives herself another look in the mirror before running upstairs.
Ainsley makes her way closer, until she’s standing in front of me. “How do I look, Mr. C?”
Her full lips, the color of juicy cherries, pull up in the corners, and her fingers tease the hem of her skirt higher . . . and higher still . . . until she flashes a peak of her lacy panties.
“You like?” she whispers.
I shove my fist into my mouth and nod. “Damn, sweetheart.”
“I wish it were you taking me out tonight,” she whispers, pouting. “So many fun things we could do in a dark movie theater.”
My heart hammers. Me too. I wish it were me too . . .
“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time,” she adds.
“You better be.” I check the stairs to make sure Kim’s not coming back, and, when I confirm that the coast is clear, I slide one hand up the front of her soft thighs until I get to her little mound. “Your panties are wet, sweetheart. What were you doing up there?”
She lifts a finger to her crimson lips and winks.
“You better be a good girl tonight,” I say, feeling a slight growl in the back of my throat as I pull my hand from her damp panties. “Do you understand me?”
Ainsley nods, her lips parting, but whatever she’s about to say is cut short by the creak of the steps and Kim’s return.
“Okay, that was them,” Kim sighs, holding her phone to her face and firing off a text. She glances up, squinting past the picture window in the living room as a pair of headlights pulls into the drive. “Dad, we’re leaving. Have fun tonight, and please, please, please reconsider the dating app thing? You deserve to be happy. You should be with someone who makes you as happy as Colby makes me. It breaks my heart to see you missing out.”
My daughter kisses the top of my forehead. She’s a sweet girl, always wanting to take care of me. But she worries too much.
“See you later, Mr. Cavanaugh.” Ainsley kisses her fingertips when Kim isn’t looking and blows a quiet kiss across the room.
This kid, this pencil-dicked asshole that’s accompanying my Ainsley tonight, better keep his motherfucking hands off of her.
She belongs to me now.
Chapter Eight
Ainsley
Colby and Riley arrive precisely at seven.
And Mr. Cavanaugh ducks into his office to take a phone call. The phone doesn’t ring. His fist slams against the wall.
He has to know I’m only going out tonight because Kimmie begged me. She means the world to me, and I’d do anything for her.
Plus…I might have felt a little guilty for fooling around with her father. Sure, he touched me and made me orgasm with just his fingers, and yes, I might have swallowed jet after jet of his delicious cum…but is that so wrong
? I care about him. I want him.
And we could be so good together if we took a chance.
But that chance scares me. Can it be wrong, but perfect? Awkward, and yet so right?
Just like me and Kimmie, Mr. Cavanaugh is best friends with my father. Even if I think Stone’s the perfect daddy, none of this will ever be easy.
But How much longer can I keep my feelings a secret? From Kimmie? From Mr. Cavanaugh? From my own family?
Kimmie sports a tiny top and tinier skirt. Unfortunately, she also dressed me. My neckline leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and though I like flashing Mr. Cavanaugh with my pink panties…the rest of the world doesn’t need to see it.
My curves rock the silk, and both Colby and Riley stare with hungry eyes as we come to the door.
Riley isn’t a bad guy. He’s tall, but a meathead. Broad shouldered, but he knows it. Strong, but he’s never used it for anything worthwhile in his life. Not like the treehouses Mr. Cavanaugh used to build for us in the backyard, the deck he helped my dad attach to the house, or the renovations he did to his home once Kimmie went to college.
Riley gives me a once over then nods to his friend as if to say Good Choice. I stiffen, but Kimmie also wiggles her eyebrows. Asking my opinion?
He isn’t as handsome as her father. Or as built. Not nearly as powerful. Riley isn’t as kind or warm or comforting.
“Hi.” I check over my shoulder one last time. I don’t see Mr. Cavanaugh. “Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, baby.”
Baby? He says it like he plans to seduce me, not like a term of endearment, not like he means it. Not like how Daddy says it.
I frown. “Don’t call me that.”
Kimmie sighs. Riley gives Colby a shrug. “Whatever you want, Bab—Ainsley.”
We pile into Colby’s car, Kimmie in the passenger seat, Riley uncomfortably close to me in the back. Twice his fingers creep near mine, and twice I pretend to adjust my hair so I don’t have to push him away again. Unfortunately, he catches me the third time, when I’m checking my phone for texts from Mr. Cavanaugh. His fingers pinch too tight and his palm is sweaty. It’s nothing like Daddy’s big hand, one which covers mine completely even now, just like when I was little.
