Claimed By Her Best Friend's Dad

by Flora Ferrari

I move closer to him – how natural the closeness feels stuns me constantly – and he lifts his arm and wraps it around my shoulders. I cuddle close and savor the warmth of him, the security in his muscular arms, every inch of him ripped and honed and ready to fight off the pain of this world.

  Maybe with Jamie, I don’t have to feel self-conscious and inadequate all the time.

  But I need to know this man to make that leap, to truly know him, and understanding why he left the mother of his child seems like required freaking knowledge when I’m going to be the next mother of his child.

  What if he does the same to me? a small bitter voice taunts within.

  “Jamie,” I whisper. “I know this must be hard to talk about. But please tell me.”

  He sighs and turns to me, kissing the top of my head in a way that makes me feel like I belong.

  “Jade, you need to know something. I’ll always remain loyal to you. I’ll never cheat on you. I’d die before I even considered it. I’d die before I even looked at another woman. I’d kill any man who tried to take you away from me. You need to know that … okay?”

  A shiver moves through me.

  Is he saying this because he cheated on her?

  The thought makes me want to run into my bedroom and slam the door, sit down in front of my laptop, and type until my fingers ache and pulse and the skin on them becomes raw and I don’t have to entertain such evil thoughts.

  “What happened, Jamie?” I murmur, my voice strained as I force the question out.

  Jamie sighs, a rumble beneath the noise like he’s a silverback gorilla getting ready to dominate his territory. Everything about him is taut and ready to explode.

  Even his arm around my shoulder tightens, as though he wants to pull me into him and never let go.

  “Yasmin’s mother didn’t want to live a traditional life,” he says. “It might be my fault because I never felt for her the way I feel for you. Shit, Jade, maybe I never felt for her at all. I didn’t think I was even capable of feeling this before I met you. But the point is that she came to me one day – this was about a year after Yasmin was born – and told me she wanted to try out a polyamorous relationship.”

  “That means you share each other, right?” I say, voice low.

  My body recoils at the thought of letting another woman touch Jamie or having any other man touch me.

  “Exactly,” Jamie says.

  We both become silent and look out upon the cityscape for a few moments. A light snow has started to fall again, and the clouds have drifted across the sun to make the world as gray and bleak as Jamie’s words.

  “I told her I had no interest in being involved in anything like that,” Jamie says. “It wasn’t because I cared about her, as evil as that is to say. It was just the idea of it. A man should own his woman. A man should die before he lets another man touch his woman. I don’t give a damn if that makes me old-fashioned or prehistoric or anything.”

  “I feel the same,” I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder. “Maybe we can be prehistoric together, huh?”

  I can feel the shape of his smirk on top of my head when he kisses me, the pride beaming from him.

  “That sounds perfect to me,” he growls. “But she didn’t feel the same. She called me sexist. She said I was stifling her spirit, whatever the fuck that means. Maybe I could’ve been more understanding. I don’t know. In the end, I just told her that if she wanted to pass herself around, she could go ahead and do it, but I didn’t want any part of it. We broke up and I told her that she could see Yasmin any time she wanted. I told her that a daughter needs her mother …”

  Darkness creeps into his voice and his hand tightens on my shoulder.

  “What did she say?” I ask quietly.

  “She said that having a child was a mistake,” he growls. “She said that she had no interest in being a mother. She called Yasmin a mistake. She said she had no interest in seeing her and that she was moving to Europe to join this polyamorous commune, whatever the fuck they’re called. It sickened me, Jade, the way a woman could abandon her natural calling in life like that. To be lucky enough to be a mother to a daughter as wonderful as Yasmin and to throw it all away … It just made no sense to me.”

  I cuddle closer to him, sensing the animal tension running through him. It’s easy to imagine him flying into a red hot rage and trashing this place, the way his body is tensing and throbbing like a meteor surging toward earth ready to explode.

  “That’s horrible,” I whisper. “I can’t even imagine … Abandoning your daughter like that, Jesus, Jamie, it’s just evil.”

  “It is,” he growls.

  “I’d never do something like that,” I tell him. “Any of it. The polyamorous stuff or abandoning my child or …”

  He turns and takes my face in his hands, cradling my cheeks so that the warmth and firmness of his touch travels through me with starlight.

  “I know you wouldn’t,” he says, his azure eyes glinting with affection. “I knew the moment I saw you that you were going to be the perfect mother. I knew you were going to be the perfect partner.”

  “How did you know all of that just from a look?” I murmur.

  “It’s your eyes, Jade,” he says passionately, leaning down so that we are staring into each other’s eyes.

  It’s like he can look past the face I wear for the rest of the world and see right through to the inner me, the person I wish I was, the person I’ve always wanted to me.

  “My eyes?” I say.

  “I look into your eyes and I see our future,” he murmurs, his breath making patterns of warmth on my skin. “I see everything that we’re going to be. I see our children and I see you reading them bedtime stories at night—maybe stories you write. I see those luscious curves of yours with an apron draped over them, steam rising around you in the kitchen, and all our children clamoring to be the first to taste whatever you’re baking. Maybe it makes me sexist, the way I look at you and see a woman, a mother, a partner. Maybe it makes me sexist that I know deep in my bones that you fucking belong to me. But I don’t care. Because—”

  “Because I’m yours,” I gasp, finishing his sentence for him as our lips come into blistering contact.

  I collapse against him and he wraps his arms around me, hugging me so tightly that I feel wonderfully pinned in place. Our tongues go to war and as we sink deeper into the kiss, I feel myself drifting into the future he envisioned, the children and the laughter and the joy of it punching into me sweetly.

  He groans and slides his hand down my body, grabbing my ass and making my pussy flood with wetness, only this time I haven’t got any panties on to catch my juices.

  I moan through the kiss and shift my thighs, rubbing up and down against him, my breasts tingling and my nipples hard and super sensitive.

  I gasp when he moves his hand down my ass cheeks and then up between my thighs from behind, getting closer and closer to my sex every second.

  Is this it, where we lose control and he takes out his engorged manhood and tells me to take him, all of him, even if my virgin pussy has never taken anything before?

  Anxiety dances through me.

  “Jade,” Jamie says, pausing the kiss and leaning back. “Something’s wrong.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur.

  I slide out of his embrace and take a step back, having to reach deep inside of me to summon the effort to break out contact.

  The last thing I want is for us to give in to our lust and fiery closeness, get deep into it, get so hot and heavy I’m wordlessly telling Jamie that I’m ready—and then get into the bedroom and get so nervous I can’t go on.

  So I step away, wringing my hands, as though I’m praying that I was like those other girls, the ones from high school with their skinny bodies and the way they had of never seeming intimidated by men.

  Well, boys, but still …

  “Jade?” Jamie says.

  I flinch, realizing he’s been talking as I’ve let myself drift into thou
ght.

  “Sorry,” I say.

  “You don’t need to apologize to me, ever,” he growls. “In fact, if you say sorry one more time I’m going to spank you until you’re red and creaming.”

  I shift my legs together, my pussy so wet I can feel it drenching the fabric of my sweatpants. My womb screams at me that I’m being a little baby and I need to grow up. I need to take his seed, and letting my shyness and self-consciousness stand in the way isn’t going to get us anywhere.

  Jamie stalks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders.

  “Let me take you to dinner,” he says passionately. “You might be a little fuck goddess in the making … but I don’t want to rush you. Soon I’m going to wake up the nympho inside of you, but in the meantime, there’s no harm in dining you like a goddess, is there?”

  My chest infuses with light and heat.

  A smile lifts my lips, and then spreads and spreads until I’m beaming so widely my cheeks hurt.

  Maybe there are still complications, but when he looks at me with such concentrated devotion, I really believe we can do this.

  We can conquer anything that stands in our way.

  “That sounds amazing,” I murmur. “When?”

  “Tonight,” Jamie says. “I’ll send somebody over with your outfit.”

  “Wait, you’re going to choose my clothes?”

  He surges toward me and grips my ass in those possessor’s hands, squeezing so that tendrils of pleasure dance all over my skin.

  “You’re damn right I am,” he snarls. “Because I can read you, Jade. And I see that you’re still not fully convinced that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m not giving you any chance to forget it tonight. You’re mine. You belong to me. So of course I’m going to choose what you wear.”

  I shiver as the force of his words moves through me, making every inch of me tingle, making me feel more alive than I have in years.

  “Do you understand?” he growls.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Jamie. I’ll wear whatever you want me to.”

  “Good girl,” he growls, palming my ass cheeks even harder, telling me with touch as well as words just who the heck I belong to.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jamie

  I have to focus hard to stay on task at Alignment for the rest of the day when every part of me is demanding that I ditch my CEO responsibilities and go and find my virgin princess.

  Gritting my teeth and clenching my fists through the whole damn day, I feel like roaring with relief at seven o’clock when all of my high priority tasks are complete and I can go down to the Alignment parking lot and get behind the wheel of my jet black Ferrari.

  I take the sports car because it rumbles just as loudly as the desire inside of me, and it punches just as quickly as my need for Jade.

  I drive through the city, clenching my hands on the wheel so hard my knuckles turn bone white.

  My need for her is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

  If I was dying in a desert and somehow stumbled my way to a pool of crystalline drinking water, I know I’d still choose my lady if she was laid out naked in the burning hot sun.

  I’d forgo the chance at life just to feel her curvaceous body one more time, to taste that creamy juice squirting from her needy pussy, and to suck on those nipples until they’re red and hot.

  Fuck, I haven’t even touched those nipples yet.

  My cock throbs in my suit pants as I drive into the underground garage of Yasmin’s penthouse.

  I bite down as I make my way to the private elevator, imagining Yasmin meditating and relaxing in her cabin, no idea that her best friend and I are going on a date tonight.

  But Jade was right when she said it’s better to let her enjoy her trip and tell her afterward.

  Tugging her from the serenity of her vacation only to drop this on her head would just be cruel.

  Or you’re giving yourself an excuse, a bitter voice whispers.

  I sigh and ride the elevator up, redirecting my thoughts from my daughter to Jade, my breathing coming hot and animalistic when I think about her wearing the dress I had delivered earlier today.

  I use my key card to open the door and walk down the hallway, past the abstract art, and into the apartment.

  “Jade?” I call.

  When there’s no reply, savage protective instincts rise up within me, my body pulsing with the need to make sure she’s safe. Evil thoughts invade my mind as I stalk through the penthouse, ready to do serious damage to anybody who’s touched my woman.

  I pause outside her bedroom door.

  Quiet music plays from within, a pumping beat that’s mostly hidden beneath the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard.

  I knock, wait, and then knock louder.

  When there’s still no response I remind myself that this woman belongs to me, so entering without knocking is pretty much my right.

  I push open the door and then make a rumbling, growling noise from deep in my throat, my manhood somehow getting even more filled with tension, something I thought was impossible.

  I stare in awe at the sight of Jade sitting there in her tights and her bra … and nothing else.

  The sleek black glittery dress I ordered for her lies over the back of the chair, as though she was halfway through getting dressed and then had to interrupt herself to write.

  I stare at the way those breasts jiggle in her bra as she writes, bouncing like she’s putting on a show just for me.

  She turns and smiles.

  “Sorry,” she says. “I heard you but I wanted to get to the end of this chapter.”

  She takes off the headphones and places them on the desk, swiveling in the chair so that I get an even better view of those big juicy breasts, her bra barely containing them, they’re so natural and curvy.

  “What are you staring … Oh, heck,” she cries, her hand darting out for the dress.

  “Don’t you dare,” I snarl, surging across the room and standing over her. “You’re going to stay like that until I’m done with those fucking tits. Lower your hand, Jade. Now. Do what you’re told.”

  “Oh, God, okay,” she whimpers, placing her hands in her lap.

  When I stare at how close those soft hands are to her wet eager pussy, I know there’s no going back, that I can’t leave this room until I’ve given this plus size queen some pleasure, a prelude to when I fully unleash myself upon her and pump her full of my seed.

  “Touch yourself through the tights,” I snap. “Right now. Don’t argue with me about it, Jade.”

  She whimpers as though she’s starting to realize just what sort of animal I am, and then she slowly starts to rub and grind her palm against her center. She bites her lip and her cheeks bloom red, a gorgeous mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

  “Moan,” I tell her firmly.

  She releases her lip and starts moaning musically, each twitch in her tone and voice fueling the throbbing hardness of my manhood.

  I lean down and run my hands over her bra, feeling the goose bumped flesh beneath and hearing the quality of her moans change the more I touch and tease her.

  Then I lose control and pull her bra down, wedging it beneath her breasts and just staring at them for long moments, the base of my dick aching so hard as I take in the full maternal suck-me-hard glory of them.

  They’re big and round and her nipples are deliciously large and hard, begging to be sucked and played with.

  Gorgeous blue veins crisscross over the ample voluptuousness here and there, my balls becoming heavy and fire-filled the harder I stare.

  “Jesus Christ,” I growl.

  “Do you … Do you want me to put a shirt on?”

  I dart my hand out and grab her wrist, and motion with it for her to keep rubbing herself through her tights.

  “No, Jade, I want you to keep rubbing those greedy lips like I fucking told you to.”

  She gasps and then I feel her take control of the rubbing, leaving me free to return
my full attention to her magnificent full breasts. It’s so easy to imagine milk oozing from those pert-as-fuck nipples, and that’s what I do as I bring my mouth to one and grab the other.

  I grab it hard, squeezing her flesh so that her nipple bulges between my possessive fingers.

  She gasps and her breath stills for a moment.

  “Does it hurt?” I demand.

  “No,” she whimpers. “It feels—oh, God, don’t stop.”

  I pinch and tease one nipple and then bring the other to my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking it. It tastes like sweat and Jade, a million just-her flavors surging over my tongue. Her greedy nipple gets even harder as I suck it into my mouth, moving my tongue around in quick circles so that her musical moans dance in the air, wavering and then going taut as she becomes breathless.

  “You’re close,” I snarl.

  “Y-yes,” she moans.

  “Good little virgin,” I growl, squeezing her breast with more force, fucking loving the way she squirms in the computer chair the more I suck, the more I tease her with my hands.

  Soon she grows still as if she’s holding her breath, everything coming to a pause.

  I tongue her until all she can do is lie back in the chair, not even rubbing herself anymore, just riding the pleasure of her tits and the wave of her pleasure.

  Right when she’s about to properly explode, I savagely grind my free hand up her thigh and clamp it down on her pussy, feeling the wetness through her tights and her panties, an absolute river of lust down there.

  I palm her hard, pushing the heel of my hand against her lips and her clit and, I swear to God, I can taste the goddamn orgasm in her, the flavor of her eager flesh changing as her panties get somehow even wetter and she whines like a trapped animal.

  I let go of her nipples and pommel her cunt with my hand, staring at her and watching her writhe and gyrate, pinned exactly where I want her.

  Her breasts jiggle up and down for me as she twists here and there, her orgasm causing a torrent of delicious juices to squirt into her panties and onto my hand.

  Finally, she grows still, lying back with shock cascading across her face.

  “I’ve never … I didn’t even know you could, you know, by doing that.”