Caught With My Best Friend's Dad

by Odessa Rossi

  I feel as small as I must look lying back on his desk. Mr. Cavanaugh stands well over six foot, and the years working construction have permanently strengthened his muscles. His thick hand clutches over my flat tummy.

  He stares at the delicate petals of my slit—how slippery it must be!—but his fingers press only against my navel. No. Lower.

  Right above my womb.

  His eyes narrow. The hardness in his pants presses tight against the denim. And I know what he’s thinking. What he wants. What he’s promised.

  “The only way I can make sure everyone knows your mine…” He speaks more to himself, a threat that I can’t wait for him to enforce. “Is to give them proper evidence, don’t you think, Baby Girl? You said you wanted Daddy, right?”

  “More than anything…” I shudder as his hand moves low. He brushes the slickened folds of my slit, and I arch up to meet his fingers. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.”

  “The only man you want looking at you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “The only one you want tasting you?”

  A thrill shakes me from the top of my head all the way to the most secret part of me completely exposed for Mr. Cavanaugh. He doesn’t let me answer.

  The heat of his mouth strikes me mere moments before the swipe of his skilled, ravenous tongue. His lips seal over my pussy, and I arch into his generosity.

  “That’s it…” His words murmur over me, tickling my trembling body. “You can relax, Baby Girl. It’s just you and Daddy now.”

  I squeeze my breasts. The pressure builds, and I can hardly think. “Can it always be like this?”

  “It will be…once I make you mine. Once I’m sure I’m the only man who will ever kiss you here.” He pecks against my clit. “The only one who will ever taste you here.” His tongue flicks deeper, tasting past my entrance, as if he’s trying to nibble at my cherry. “The only one who will ever take you here.”

  I can’t hold my legs up anymore. He lets me rest them on his shoulders and sinks in lower against my pussy. I tremble everywhere now, and only the warmth of his hands messaging over my body can soothe me.

  “It’s been so long since I’ve taken a woman, sweetheart.” He nibbles my clit. “And I’m glad that it’s you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

  Yes, I did, because he did it to me too. My words tumble from my lips, but they don’t make sense. That’s okay. With my thighs pressed against his ears, he can’t hear me anyway.

  I’ve never felt anything as good as the swipe of his tongue or the roughness of his stubble. My mind blanks, my hips buck, and so suddenly—so desperately—I’m crying out and clutching my own body, the table, and finally his hands. The orgasm doesn’t break. Its endless and raging, building more and more until I’m practically sobbing for him, Mr. Cavanaugh.

  Daddy.

  “That’s it…” He leans back and just watches how I quiver for him. “Don’t fight it, Baby Girl. You know what you need.”

  “You…”

  “Yes.” His hands untangle his belt. He doesn’t bother pulling his jeans down. His growl preps me for what’s coming next, and my tummy does a little flip. “Daddy needs you. Daddy has to prove that you’re his.”

  His fist pumps that impossibly large cock. It’s heavy in his hand. Intense.

  And so, so big.

  Is he…

  He can’t be…

  My eyes widen in shock and hope. I whisper, my voice excited. “Are you going to…”

  “I’m taking your virginity, sweetheart. Right now. I can’t wait. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but imagine that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.” He leans close, rubbing the head against my slick entrance. “I won’t allow those men outside to think that you’re unclaimed. The only way I can protect you is if I take you myself. If I make you mine. If I steal that cherry and bury myself in my Baby Girl...” He stares at my flat tummy once more. “I’m going to come inside of you, Ainsley.”

  I groan, bucking my hips and nearly bumping the head of his cock inside me.

  “Do you know what will happen then?” His words rasp, deep and desperate. “Do you know what happens if I cum that deep inside a little virgin like you?”

  I nod. That’s not enough for him.

  “Tell me, Ains. Tell Daddy what will happen when he plants his seed inside you.”

  “We’ll make…” My words clip. The head of his cock presses into me. Slowly. Just an inch at first. Just enough to make me shiver with anticipation and delight and that thread of fear only Daddy’s hush could ease. “We’ll make a baby.”

  “And you’ll be mine forever, won’t you, Ainsley?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s right. And everyone will know that you’re mine.”

  I squeal as he pushes inside me. He does it quick and kind, shattering through my fears and hesitations and delivering me to a sudden fullness I hadn’t expected. Hadn’t realized existed.

  Mr. Cavanaugh groans, sinking as deeply into my pussy as my body can take. I stretch, whine, and finally accept a fierce and devoted kiss. His hand caresses my cheek.

  I stare at him—this amazing and sexy and fierce man. He’d wanted to rut me. To slam inside of me and take me fast and hard. I can feel it in his movements. Hear it in his voice.

  But he hadn’t.

  No matter what his men had said to me or where they touched, no matter how desperate he is to lay me on his desk and fuck away the memory of anyone else wanting what was his…Mr. Cavanaugh remains so gentle.

  His cock thrusts within me, and my pussy seals it up tight. I moan as his loving and deliberate strokes open me for him.

  He can’t resist me. My breasts bounce as he moves inside me, and I clutch at them because I don’t know what else to do with such pleasure overwhelming me. I whimper with every burst of his hips against me. He’s not feral, but he takes me like a man possessed.

  Sinking his cock within me, he grunts. Masculine and forced. I surrender to him, tossing my head back and forth, begging for my daddy to take me as his woman. To make me into his.

  To fulfill his promise and bind us together, forever.

  “When did you get so goddamned beautiful?” He leans over me, capturing my moans in a kiss. “I watched you grow up. I was there to protect you. To take care of you. When did you start taking care of me?”

  “I’ve always wanted to be yours…” I arch. His cock fills me in a perfect spot, and I shiver as he grows and thickens. It’s only a matter of seconds now. Moments before he cums in my unprotected pussy. I begin wishing. Hoping. Praying. “Please, Daddy. Come with me. Let me give you everything.”

  “You already have, sweetheart…” He stares into my eyes, the blues so very raw and amazed. “I never thought I’d feel this way again. Never thought I’d want to take a woman again. Never thought I’d have to prove that you were mine. Never thought I’d…” He thrust hard, and I cry out as he slams the entirety of his cock into my slit. “Never thought I’d want to make another baby…but you are worth it, Ains. I need you. I can’t be alone anymore. You’re the only one I want.”

  “Please make me yours.” I gasped as the pleasure stiffens through me once again, more intense with the thickness of his cock pressing everything inside of me. “Please. Daddy. Make me your little girl. Take me. I’ll do anything for you.”

  “Yes…” He grunted, his hands gripping my hips. “You will. You’ll be mine.”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ll stay in my bed.”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  He thrust hard, once…twice… “And you’ll carry my baby.”

  The heat pulses through me first, dizzying me in the absolute pleasure of pleasing this man, this wonderful and sexy man, enough to make him come.

  Inside of me.

  So, so deep inside me.

  The burst shocks me, and I cry out, losing myself in his kiss as he thrusts again and again, jetting his seed ever deeper inside of me. Overwhelme
d with intensity, I go limp, letting him support me with his strong arms, endless whispers, and the hardness of his pulsing, twitching cock still buried within me.

  We catch our breath, but nothing is the same. The world feels different. My core is tighter, hotter, dripping with his desire. I collapse onto the desk, but he’s there to comfort me. To hold me.

  To begin this…with me.

  Us.

  Together.

  Chapter Ten

  Stone

  “Ainsley, you up?” I rap on the guestroom door only once Kim has left for work.

  The soft shuffle of bare feet on carpet precedes the pull of the door, and I’m met with pointed tips in a see-through tank and a set of dreamy, fuck-me bedroom eyes.

  “Oh, hello. Good morning to me,” she coos with a sleepy grin. Her hands move to the hem of her tank and she tries to pull it over her head, but I stop her.

  “I didn’t come here to fuck you, Ainsley.” My jaw sets as if my body is fighting my intentions.

  Her expression falls and a single eyebrow lifts. “What’s . . . the matter?”

  “I want to talk to you about yesterday.” I force a breath past my nostrils, watching as she backs slowly into the room. I take a seat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to me.

  “Why does this feel more like a father-daughter talk instead of a Daddy-Baby Girl talk?”

  Offering a pained smile, I pinch the bridge of my nose. Fuck, I’m exhausted. I spent all night thinking about this. About us. About what we’re doing. Where this is going.

  “I want to apologize,” I say, pulling my shoulders back and meeting her curious gaze.

  Everything had been building . . . seeing her prep for her double date the other night and catching that douche, Riley, with his hands on her, and then seeing the way my men looked at her and touched her, like she was some all-you-can-eat buffet . . . it all built up to that moment in the trailer.

  I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.

  A thousand grown men wouldn’t have been able to stop me.

  “For what?” she asks, slightly chuckling.

  “Yesterday.” I stare ahead now, at the open door way. “I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I saw those men ogling and touching you, and I fucking lost it.”

  Ainsley draws her knees against her chest and rests her cheek on my shoulder. “Don’t apologize, Daddy. You should never apologize for anything. I know everything you do is in my best interest.”

  “I wanted your first time to be special, damn it. It shouldn’t have been on some messy desk in a construction trailer with me forcing myself onto you.”

  “You didn’t force yourself. You were gentle. It hurt at first … but that’s because you’re so big … and after that it felt really, really good. I came all over your cock, remember?”

  I snort through my nose. “Baby Girl, I know you enjoyed it. But you should’ve had roses and candlelight and satin sheets.”

  Ains climbs into my lap, wrapping her shapely legs around my hips and pressing herself onto me. Her arms slink around my neck and she grins wide.

  “It was perfect, Daddy. And I’m not just saying that,” she says. “But if you want, we could have a do-over right here, right now. Kimmie’s not home and we could leave the door wide open and be as loud as we-”

  “I want to fuck you, Baby Girl. I want to so bad,” I say. “But I have to leave for work in a few minutes. The boss can’t be late. Sets a bad example for the men.”

  Ainsley rolls her eyes, brushing her fingers through my hair. “You’re so responsible, Daddy. And you work so hard all the time. Maybe sometime I can take care of you for a change?”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

  Her brows rise.

  “I’ve been alone for a long time,” I say. “You know, romantically alone. Physically alone. Until you. Until this week. And now that I’ve tasted you – now that I’ve popped that juicy cherry of yours and filled you with a part of me no one has known in years . . . I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

  “That’s okay with me, Daddy.”

  “This isn’t some cutesy, fun and games type of thing, Ainsley. I’m being serious. I have to have you . . . now and forever. For the rest of your life, you can only belong to me. And I’ll only belong to you.”

  She smiles big. “You mean it?”

  “Your sweet little pussy is mine now,” I say, feeling a low growl in my throat. “But the reason I came in here to talk to you, Baby Girl, is because I want you to understand the repercussions of our actions.”

  “You sound so serious,” she giggles.

  “This is serious,” I say. “Your father and I have been friends a long time. And my daughter is your best friend. I’m about twenty-five years older than you. There are going to be a lot of people who won’t be happy for us … a lot of people who won’t understand our love for each other.”

  She sucks in a long breath, holding it as she presses her hand across her heart. “Love?”

  “Yes, Baby Girl,” I say softly. “Love. I love you. I always have. And now that you’re a grown woman, I’m in love with you. I thought I could fight it. I thought I could deny it. I thought I could force it away, but touching you . . . tasting you . . . experiencing how bad you want me . . . I can’t deny it anymore. I love you, Ainsley. And I’m going to love you forever.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me so tight I can hardly breathe. “I love you too, Daddy. I always have. I want to be yours forever and ever. No one else’s. And I don’t care what anyone thinks. Nothing is more important than the love we have. No one can break us apart. No one.”

  “I agree, Baby Girl. Now, that said, I don’t think the time is right yet for us to come out as a couple,” I say. “We need to take some time and think about how we’re going to break the news. We don’t want to upset the ones we love, but it’s going to happen, and we need to make sure we’re on the same page as far as how we’re going to handle this.”

  “You’re so smart, Daddy,” she smiles, stroking my hair. “I’ll let you figure it out. You just tell me what to say and what to do, and I’ll do it. I trust you.”

  “I’ve got big plans for us,” I press my lips against hers, tasting their sweetness on my tongue. “From here on out, your pussy and your beautiful body belong to me. And then I’m going to put a ring on that little finger of yours and a baby in your tummy. We’re going to be together forever. You and me against the world.”

  “Promise?”

  “I do.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Ainsley

  “Come away with me,” he says.

  I giggle. “Come away? I come plenty with you, Daddy.”

  Mr. Cavanaugh sighs as he tugs on my robe. The material falls open. I’m not wearing anything underneath.

  “I mean…let’s go away.”

  He steals this moment, knowing he isn’t supposed to play while Kimmie is in the house. But she’s still sleeping. Only I get up early enough to make him a cup of coffee before work.

  And I sweeten it just how he likes.

  His hands caress my curves, and his fingers warm a path over my hips. I’d promise him anything for a single touch, but he behaves. He ties the robe up tight. His eyebrow raises. As if to say just in case.

  Just in case we get caught.

  Just in case someone finds out.

  Just in case.

  I’m getting tired of so many cases. I don’t want to be careful anymore.

  “And how do we explain to Kimmie that we’ve both gone away?” I lean in for a kiss. He casts a glance over his shoulder before the briefest of pecks. Just a brush of our lips and then he’s gone. How can he stand this? “Daddy—”

  He shushes me. Always so cautious. I sigh.

  “That’s exactly why I plan to go away.” His smile melts through me. “You’re as eager as me to spend some time alone.”

  “I’m more eager to make our baby.”

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p; There’s the reaction I want. The growl. His pants tighten. I could hop onto the counter right now and let him inside of me. Part of me loves the thought.

  “Believe me, sweetheart. I’m going to put that baby in you.” He checks his watch. “But now I have to get to work.”

  “It’s pretty hard making a baby when you’re at the site.” I grin. “Call in sick. We can spend all day in bed. Or we can go away.”

  “Or I can take you out tonight.” He brushes a hand against my cheek. “Just me and my baby girl.”

  It isn’t Paris, but it sounds like he’s offering me the whole world. “Really?”

  “Kimmie will be gone with Colby. We’ll go out for the night and come back for…” He grins. “Quality time.”

  “I’d like that, Daddy.” I lean in for a kiss. From upstairs, the bathroom door clatters closed. Like a good girl, I pull away.

  “We’ll have plenty of time tonight,” he promises. “Just you and me.”

  “Promise?”

  “I’ll never break a promise to you.”

  Mr. Cavanaugh is a man of his word. It’s one of the things I love about him.

  Love.

  I never imagined I’d actually say it—not to anyone, and certainly not to him.

  I always thought it’d be crazy and passionate, something dangerous and wild. Not this. This is pure comfort. From him adjusting the car’s temperature to be just perfect for me to holding my elbow as we cross the downtown boulevard to the ice cream parlor.

  He makes me feel wanted and sexy, desired and beautiful, but most of all—safe and loved. As if I’m the only woman in the world for him. As if he could spend all day watching how I spoon a big bite of my sundae and make a chocolate mess of my lips. As if we were made for each other, him and me, protector and devoted lover.

  I peek over the mountain of ice cream and bat my eyelashes at him. “This is really good, Daddy. How’s yours?”

  He crunches on the sugar cone already, practically inhaling his ice cream. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’d want to exchange the cozy little parlor with its candy stripe red décor and gold lights for the privacy of his bed.