Daddy's Best Friend

by Olivia T. Turner

  I slowly pull out and she lets out a whining gasp as the tip of my dick slides out of her. I’m coated in her sticky juices, just like I always fantasized.

  Candy falls onto the couch and curls up into a ball, completely spent. I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest as I sit down beside her and cover her beautiful young body with a blanket.

  She’s already sleeping as I stroke her hair, admiring every inch of her flawless face. She could already be carrying my baby and that wonderful thought fills me with pride and joy.

  She’s mine now and I’m never going to let her go.

  No one is ever going to take her from me. Not her father, not the boys from school, no one.

  She’s mine to take care of.

  She’s mine to keep.

  And if she’s not bred now, I’ll fuck her every second of the day until she is. Until she’s bound with me through our baby.

  It’s my right now.

  Because she’s mine.

  8

  Logan

  “Is that him?”

  Candy nods, gulping as she watches the dead punk walk across the campus.

  She’s not afraid of him or for my safety. She’s afraid of what I will do to him. What I am capable of.

  I don’t even know what I’m capable of at this moment. Something dark within tells me that I’m capable of anything when it comes to my sweet girl.

  There’s nothing I won’t do for her.

  My heart is pounding as I step out of the car, leaving her inside. My muscles are quivering as I hurry over, following him down the path.

  Matt Cialdini.

  The dead fucker who tried to force himself on her the night I picked her up from the police station.

  A part of his hair is still shaved with long gruesome stitches running down his scalp.

  I smile with pride.

  My baby girl is a tough one. She gives it as good as she gets.

  I should know.

  My dick is still sore from this morning’s love session.

  Matt leers at a girl who’s walking in the opposite direction. She holds her books to her chest and cringes, walking faster to get away from him.

  I squeeze my hands into fists as I clench my jaw, picturing what I’m going to do to him when I get him alone.

  It’s morning on the school campus and there are students and teachers everywhere, hurrying to class. This is not the place to do it.

  I have to be smart.

  I have a lot to lose now.

  I have Candy.

  And I’m definitely not going to do anything that can result in me losing her.

  Matt hops off the path and walks along the building where there are fewer people.

  Perfect.

  I smile as I follow him. My tense body excited with anticipation.

  I’ve been waiting for this moment since Candy told me about it in the car. Now it’s here and I can finally make him pay for touching what’s mine.

  I want to slice his throat for even breathing in her direction. I want to rip out his eyes for looking at her. I want to cut out his tongue for speaking to her.

  And I want to break each finger to teach him a lesson for touching the untouchable. Because Candice is mine now and she’s untouchable to anyone but me.

  Matt stops in the cover of two large pine trees and drops his bag on the ground. He looks down as he pulls out his dick to take a piss.

  I pull a knife out of my pocket and run my finger along the sharp blade, testing it. I’ve killed lot’s of men like this when I was in the military but never in the real world.

  Stop.

  I take a deep breath and calm the rage that’s boiling inside of me.

  My priority is Candice. It’s always going to be Candice.

  I can’t just go around killing every last guy who looks at her no matter how much I want to. That will surely land me in jail where I won’t be able to press her soft body to mine any longer.

  That can’t happen.

  I take a deep breath and keep walking, stalking him as he pees.

  I can’t kill him but I can teach him a lesson.

  Because nobody lays a hand on my girl.

  “Hello, Matt,” I say, pushing the cold blade against the soft skin of his neck.

  He gasps as his body tightens in shock. It’s a good thing that he’s peeing on the ground right now or he would have pissed his pants.

  “Wha-who?”

  “I’m a friend of Candice Murphy. You know Candice Murphy, don’t you?”

  “No,” he says with a gulp.

  I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back, digging the point of my knife into his soft flesh until beads of red come rolling out.

  He whimpers like a little bitch.

  “Think really hard,” I say as he stops peeing. His hands drop to his sides and his pants and underwear fall down to his ankles. “Candice Murphy. The beautiful angel who you harassed and tried to get drunk.”

  “I think you got the wrong guy,” he says in a shaky voice.

  I spin him around and slam him up against the brick wall with my thick forearm pressing into his neck so hard that he starts to turn blue.

  The stitches in his head still look raw and irritated. There’s at least fifteen of them.

  My girl really sliced him up good.

  That might be enough payment for most guys but not for me. He’s going to really pay for what he thought about doing to my girl.

  “Maybe this will help you remember.”

  He screams as I dig my fingers into his fresh wound and grab the black string that’s holding his skin in place. With a grunt, I rip out the stitches with one firm yank.

  He crumples to the grass, sobbing as he holds his head which is now gushing with blood.

  “You’re pathetic,” I say, tossing the bloody string at him.

  He flinches as I bend down in front of him and slowly drag the tip of my blade up his inner thigh until it I reach his little limp dick that’s hiding like a scared turtle.

  “If you ever. Look in my eyes, Matt. If you ever. Ever. Fucking speak, touch, or even fucking look at my girl again, I will cut your little pecker off and shove it down your throat. You got that?”

  He’s sobbing uncontrollably as he holds his bloody head.

  “Yes,” he mumbles between sobs.

  “I didn’t hear you,” I say with a flick of my wrist. The blade cuts his dick but it’s just a warning. A playful knick.

  You’d swear I’d cut it off with the way that he screams and his body shakes with sobs.

  “Yes!” he screams, shaking his head as he squeezes his eyes closed, probably wishing that he was anywhere but here with me, with a knife resting up against his prick.

  “Consider yourself lucky,” I say, wiping my blade on his jacket to get the blood off. “If you were anywhere else, this blade would have gone through your heart.”

  “Please,” he whines, covering his face with a shaking hand. “I won’t touch her. She’ll never see me again.”

  “Good,” I say, standing up and looking down at him. “Because if she does, then you’ll see me again. And next time I won’t let you walk away.”

  I exhale long and slow as I duck out from under the trees and stroll back onto the path feeling better than ever.

  He won’t touch her again.

  I’m fucking sure of that.

  “Are you okay?” Candice asks when I get back into the car. Her beautiful green eyes are locked on a spot of blood on the sleeve of my coat.

  “He won’t bother you again.”

  “What happened?”

  I turn away from her and start the car. “Don’t ask me that again. When it comes to your protection, I’ll do what I must to keep you safe. Just don’t ask how I do it.”

  Candice sits back in her seat and nods as she looks out the windshield. “Okay.” Her voice is low and soft and I think that she may be upset until she places her warm hand on mine and gives it a little squeeze. “Thank you,” she wh
ispers. “For everything.”

  My heart jumps as I pull away from the curb and drive down the street.

  “Enough about him,” I say, grinning as I look at her. She looks stunning with the morning sun cascading down on her in her white dress. Her hair is done up with a red flower and the sight is so beautiful that I feel like I’m going to die. “Today is supposed to be a good day.”

  “It is a good day,” she says, smiling as she rests her cheek on my bicep. “The best day ever.”

  She sits like that, content and happy, as we drive to the courthouse to get married.

  It’s been three days since she came back into my life and this wedding is three days overdue. Actually, it’s three years overdue.

  I wanted to marry her ever since I saw her standing at the altar at her father’s wedding. She looked breathtaking, like she does now, and I just knew that I had to have her.

  Well, now that moment has come and she’s going to be mine forever. Not just in body and soul but in paperwork and law.

  I park the car and walk around it to open her door.

  “Are you ready to become Mrs. Candice Taylor?” I ask.

  She steps on her toes and gives me a kiss. A kiss that tastes like candy.

  “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

  “Good,” I say, scooping her up in my arms. She squeals in delight as her feet leave the pavement.

  “Then let’s get married!”

  Epilogue

  Candice

  Ten years later…

  I smile when I hear Logan’s car pull up in the driveway. He’s back from the gym, which means that he’s ready for his second workout.

  He’s done his weightlifting and now he’s ready for his cardio.

  Lucky me.

  Logan is always frisky when he comes home from the gym. It’s a mixture of the rush of adrenaline and the pain he always feels when he goes two hours without seeing me.

  I bite my bottom lip in excited anticipation as he shuts the engine off and opens the door. I hurry to the toaster and duck down, quickly checking my teeth and hair in the blurry metal. I look good. Two kids later and I’m still as beautiful to Logan as the day we met.

  I have some stretch marks on my stomach and my breasts aren’t as perky as they once were but he doesn’t care. He still kisses them and touches them every second that he can and he doesn’t avoid my stomach during sex; he takes care, licking and kissing every inch of it. He says that it was the home of his two sons and that is the most beautiful thing in the world.

  I shiver in anticipation as he walks through the door and tosses his bag on the floor. I know what’s coming next. That’s why I had sent the kids to the park.

  He lets out a low growl when he walks into the room and sees me puttering around the kitchen with my apron on. That intense look in his dark brown eyes makes my pussy clench. I’m already wet for him.

  My nerve endings are already tingling with need as he throws his keys on the counter and stalks me like a beast, not stopping until he lifts me up and plants me on the counter where I can’t get away.

  He’s like a caveman the way he constantly picks me up and does whatever he wants with my body. He’s always bending me over or throwing me over his shoulder as he carries me to the room. Most women would hate it, but I love it. I always feel so dainty and feminine when my big strong man tosses me around and handles me like that. It always gets me going and I think he knows that.

  “How was the gym?” I ask as he reaches under my summer dress and grabs a hold of my panties in his thick hands.

  He buries his face into the nook of my neck and kisses me with a frenzy of lust and desire. “Horrible,” he says between kisses. “Anywhere I go without you is horrible.”

  I smile as I sink my fingers into his gray hair. He’s much older than me but he’s still a beast in the sheets. Even I can’t keep up with his sexual appetite sometimes, although I’m always open to trying.

  “Where are the boys?” he asks, his hands hesitating on my upper thighs.

  “The park.”

  He yanks my panties down my legs and rips them off my feet without a second of hesitation. I moan as he jumps right back in place, pulling my dress up my legs as he stares down between my thighs with a hungry look in his eyes.

  My life with Logan has been perfect. My stern father stopped talking to both of us when he found out about us but we don’t really care. I hated his new wife anyway and he was always so judgmental and unnecessarily strict so it was more of a relief than anything when we cut ties.

  Besides, Logan has more than made up for any small loss that I had from losing my family.

  He’s given me a new family, and so much more.

  Logan is all that I need. He’s more than enough.

  “God, Logan,” I moan, throwing my head back as he fills me with his long beautiful cock. I love feeling him inside me. It’s like my body was made for him. Like the walls of my pussy were designed for his thick dick.

  He sinks his hand into my hair and grabs a fistful of it, pulling my parted lips to his face. He claims my mouth with a firm demanding kiss as he thrusts hard into me, making my body flood with heat.

  He always knows what to do to make me his. I tremble in his arms, my orgasm rushing forward.

  We don’t last long. We rarely do with these fierce quickies.

  How can I hold off with his hot body that’s covered in a sexy sheen of sweat pressed against mine? Or with his hot breath tickling my skin, his hard tattooed arms gripping me so tightly, or with his thick cock filling me so perfectly?

  He reaches down and presses his thumb against my clit. The pressure blinds me. He closes his mouth over mine as I come hard, melting into him as he continues fucking me relentlessly through my orgasm.

  I’m on fire when he gives me one final thrust, rooting himself in deep as he coats the inside of my pussy with hot jets of cum.

  I grip his flexed arms tightly as his cock jumps and pulses deep within me and he grunts into my neck, sending warm shivers rushing through my body.

  I love his barbaric sounds. The grunts and groans. The way he orders me around during sex, making me bend to his every demand. Ten years later and it still gets me so hot.

  His body loosens in my arms as his orgasm washes away. His breathing has slowed but he’s still holding me as tightly as he did on our first night together. He holds me like he never wants to let me go, and he never has.

  I love it here with him.

  He always makes me feel so loved and protected. I feel so safe in his arms.

  He’s flipped my world upside down in the best possible way.

  This dominant brute.

  This intense alpha male.

  My father’s best friend.

  My first true love.

  My Logan.

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  Anna

  “Come on, Anna. Drink it.”

  I stare at the dark brown bottle as nervous butterflies settle into my stomach. Everybody is watching me. How can I tell them that I don’t want to drink?

  “I’m okay,” I say, trying to act casual. “I’m going to wait for the campfire tonight.”

  A couple of
the girls giggle and some of the guys roll their eyes. But not Ryan, the obnoxious pushy guy who’s holding the beer bottle. “Just one sip,” he says, shaking it in front of my face.

  My cheeks burn as I wish he would just leave me alone. I should have known that this was going to happen. Has there ever been a teenage camping trip in the history of the planet that didn’t involve tons of drinking?

  “I don’t want it,” I say with a little more force in my voice. The other teenagers have lost interest and are heading down to the lake, but Ryan is a persistent fucker.

  He tries one more time to shove it into my face but I push it away as I glare at him. “I said no. Now fuck off.”

  He just laughs, and then takes a sip before yanking off his shirt as he hurries to catch up with the other kids.

  My heart is pounding so fast. I don’t belong here.

  This was a bad idea.

  A friend from work, Hailey, convinced me to come up with her and some friends for the long weekend.

  “We’re going camping in the mountains,” she said, making it sound awesome when in reality, it’s anything but. “I have a guy named Ryan who I think you’ll really like.”

  I work in a coffee shop with Hailey and had never met any of her friends but ever since my mother left, and I’ve been all alone, I’ve been needing to let loose and have a little fun. So I said yes.

  What a mistake that turned out to be. We arrived at noon and Hailey and her boyfriend have been locked inside her tent all day, moaning and writhing around in there for hours.

  The rest of the group, four guys and three girls, all decided to head down to the lake for a swim, so I reluctantly followed. It was either that or stay in the campsite and be serenaded by Hailey’s porno screams.

  Right away everyone started drinking and taking their clothes off. It’s a hot summer day but I have a constant chill running down my back. I don’t want to be here. I don’t know these people and from what I’ve seen, I’m not too impressed.