My Best Friend's Dad

by Cassandra Dee

  But all thought flies out of my mind then because Chris’ tongue flicks out and licks my delicate nub, making me shriek a bit.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” I cry out. “Mon Dieu!”

  He chuckles, the rumble sending delicious shivers through my cunt. I almost melt right there on his face.

  “Don’t worry about making noise, sweetheart. Jenny sleeps like a log, so she won’t hear a thing.”

  And then I really do melt on his face as his tongue begins stroking my slit softly, from bottom to top, before circling around my delicate nub.

  “Fuck,” he groans as my nectar gushes down his throat. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.”

  And when he bites down on my clit, I lose it. Sharp jolts of electricity pulse through my cunt, and I scream then, ambrosia gushing from between my legs.

  “Chris!” is my desperate cry as my pussy pulses and clamps on his lips. “Oh God, Chris!”

  He drinks it all up, licking me through my orgasm.

  “Sweet baby,” he soothes. “You’re gonna like what comes next even more.”

  As I relax from my high, he slowly slides out from under me and sweeps me into his arms. It’s so wonderful to be cradled against that broad chest, but Chris has plans for me still.

  He carries my shaking body to the dining room table before laying me down and positioning himself between my legs. Oh, he’s beautiful. His chest is like carved granite, tapering to a narrow waist. And that rock hard cock is tickling my cunt, nudging gently at my folds. I mewl, trying to draw him in, but he resists, leaning back to smile at me.

  “You want it bad, don’t you, sweetheart? I can tell.”

  I can’t even answer with words. Instead, I silently beg him with my eyes as he teases my slit with his cock, getting it lubed up with my pussy juices. Slowly, he circles my clit with his cock again, almost making me scream.

  “Show me how much you want it, sweetheart,” he rasps while placing just the tip of his head into my velvet sheath. Oh god, oh god. He’s so big, and yet that’s just the helmet. Can I handle it?

  But I’m so hungry that I have to try. My juices drip onto the dining room table as I shift my hips, trying to get more of him in me.

  “Oh,” I moan. “Yes, yes.”

  We both watch as I keep rocking my hips, getting more and more of him inside. It’s so obscene, my cunt lips stretched so wide with his huge shaft disappearing into my pinkness. And yet it’s absolutely right. I was made to be here, on this table, welcoming this man into my sweetest spot. Chris groans again.

  “Fuck, you’re so small,” he rasps. “So fucking tight. Young pussies are always the best.”

  The alpha in him takes over then. Gripping my hip with one hand, he slowly slides himself all the way in. I can barely breathe, my head thrown back as my pussy stretches to accommodate him.

  “Unnnh,” is my helpless moan. “Oh fuck, you’re so big!”

  “Don’t worry,” he grinds out. “You’re gonna be fine, honey. You’re young, so you’ll stretch.”

  And it’s true. He gives me a moment to adjust before beginning a sensuous rhythm. In and out. In and out. That huge cock is delicious as he strokes me with it, and I bite my lip as he thrusts again.

  “Unnnh!” I cry out again, unable to help myself. “This feels so good!”

  Chris lowers his head then, taking a nipple into his mouth while continuing to fuck my cunt.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Just feel.”

  But the ecstasy is building too fast. I feel tension in my bones as my core begins to melt. And sure enough, after a few more strokes, it happens. My juices thicken a bit, and then I’m coming on his cock, my pussy clamping and spasming in delight.

  “Ohhh!” I squeal wildly as my body erupts. “Oh God, yes!”

  Chris loses it too. His strokes become furious, pounding my pussy in a hard, fast rhythm.

  “Take it, take it, little girl,” he pants, and then with a roar, it’s all over. The man spurts into me, hot jets of sizzling seed blasting into my insides as my cunt clenches over and over again, pulling the semen deeper inside.

  “Yes!” I scream. “Oh God, yes!”

  Both my heart and my cunt are throbbing. My world is exploding as I cling to this beautiful man, all five senses on fire. What just happened?

  But slowly, I descend to Earth, safely ensconced in the alpha male’s arms. He cuddles me close before shifting us to the couch. We both try to catch our breath in the stillness of the night, and for a moment, it feels like we are the only two people in the world. I rest my head on his chest, dizzy from our lovemaking.

  “I feel safe in your arms,” I admit shyly.

  His chest rumbles, and he tilts my chin so that our eyes meet, his blue gaze seizing mine.

  “I’ll always keep you safe, sweetheart,” he says, shifting me so that I’m even closer to that big male body. I feel like I’m falling head over heels for this man. I don’t want him to let me go. I want him to hold me in his arms forever, and this feeling is surreal. How can I fall in love with Christopher Jones? He’s old enough to be my father. In fact, he actually is Jenny’s father. But at the same time, it also feels absolutely right to be here, cradled in his arms, bathed in the afterglow of an incredible connection.

  “It’s so nice to be like this,” I murmur against that broad chest. His arms clasp me tighter, and I appreciate the bulge of his bicep.

  “I love holding you like this too, pretty girl,” he murmurs against my hair. But then I look up at him and catch that sapphire gaze with my own.

  “But what if Jenny finds out?” I ask quietly. “Would she flip out? This isn’t exactly, well, kosher.” The alpha is silent for a bit, and inside, my heart curdles. Because while it was happening, neither of us thought about the consequences of what we were doing. This could destroy Jenny. It could destroy our friendship, not to mention her relationship with her father. I sink into his arms as worry floods my mind.

  “I don’t know,” he finally says slowly. “I don’t want to hurt my daughter, but what we just shared was also very real, sweetheart, and I want to acknowledge that.” My chin jerks up into that velvety blue gaze.

  “You do?” I ask softly.

  He nods. “I do,” he says slowly. “So let’s just take it one step at a time, okay, sweetheart? Let’s not think about the what-ifs and the what-could-bes right now. I just want to enjoy my time with you and see where this goes.”

  And my heart beats again, so strong that it almost hurts. Because this is what I want. I want to explore a future with this man, even if it’s wrong. I want to throw myself into his caresses and to caress him in turn. In short, I want to be with this magnificent male … no matter the cost.

  Chapter Seven

  Chris

  I wake up before my alarm sounds. My eyes stare out of the window, watching as the sun rises. On the outside, my body is completely satisfied, but on the inside, I’m overwhelmed with guilt. I was supposed to be helping Marie with her homework, but a discussion about The Great Gatsby led to me claiming her innocence on the dining room table. She’s so young – the same age as my own daughter. What was I thinking?

  But I couldn’t help it. I’d tried to back away, but her inviting eyes pulled me back in. She smelled so sweet last night, and those pouting lips and big brown eyes drew me toward her. Maybe if I hadn’t ended things so abruptly with Adele, it might’ve been easier to keep my hands off of Marie. But that’s the thing. The comparison of the two was no comparison at all, and seeing Adele only made me want Marie even more.

  So yeah, I was a dog. I’d jumped at the opportunity to “help” her with her homework, itching for a moment alone with her. It was never my intention to have sex, but her body called to me, and I couldn’t resist the siren song. I had to kiss her plump lips and feel her sighs against my mouth. But now, I’m fucking conflicted. I just seduced a girl my daughter’s age. I’m literally old enough to be her father. In fact, I have a daughter her age, and frankly, if a man of my years approached Jenny,
I’d throttle him with my bare hands. No joke.

  But the thing is, I want to regret what I did last night, but that would be a lie. I have to be intimate with Marie again. She was so magical, so giving and trusting, placing her heart in my hands. I felt as strong as Hercules and as powerful as Zeus as she dissolved in my arms. Plus, what we did wasn’t wrong legally. After all, Marie and I are both consenting adults. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do. In fact, she begged me to make love to her, and judging from her multiple climaxes, the sweet brunette enjoyed it just as much as I did.

  Bzzz! Bzzz!

  Fuck. My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing alarm on my nightstand. I turn the alarm off and wonder if Marie is awake already too. Maybe she still has jet lag. Maybe she’s downstairs in nothing but her Snoopy T-shirt again.

  And to my shame, I rush downstairs, hoping to see her buttering another slice of toast. God, I’m such a fucked up asshole. But thankfully, the lights are off and the kitchen’s completely empty. Good. Marie must still be sleeping, given that she’s probably exhausted from last night. I was hoping to get a glimpse of her beautiful bare face before work, but I guess I’ll just have to settle for a cup of coffee. It’s better this way, anyway.

  I stare at the dining room table as I drink my steaming cup of joe. I rub my neck as I remember Marie’s soft hands wrapped around it as she kissed me. I can still hear her moaning my name in her sultry French accent.

  I was right. Some things are as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. I can’t stay away from her, even if I try. She entices me and makes me want to be in her vicinity. I want to be with her every second of the day, and I doubt I’ll be able to get any work done today because I’ll be fantasizing about her non-stop. Reliving our night together. Lusting after those luscious lips and the curve of her sweet smile.

  Shit. I just hope my daughter doesn’t find out. It would break her heart if she knew what Marie and I did because Jenny’s not like most high school girls. She’s naïve, sometimes so much so that it’s a little unreal. So if she found out that I was making love to her new best friend? A girl her own age? Jenny would be devastated, not to mention angry, shocked, and absolutely crushed.

  How the fuck could I let this happen? A knot forms in my stomach, making it hard to finish my cup of coffee. The last thing I want to do is hurt my baby girl. I’m all she has, after all. Jenny looks into my eyes sometimes like I’m her hero, like I can do no wrong. If she knew the truth about me, those twinkling eyes that stare up at me would turn dark. She would never look at me the same again.

  I sink into one of the chairs that surrounds the dining room table. Guilt rushes in as I cradle my head in my hands. Am I a bad person for giving into temptation? It’s not Marie’s fault that I’m so attracted to her. I have been since the moment I heard her giggles coming from the living room the night we met. Can I blame her for being so irresistible?

  But the pull toward her is more than physical. She’s the piece that’s been missing from my life. She’s brought a new ray of sunlight into my world because for years, I’ve struggled to find a woman who could make me want to settle down again and forget my hound dog ways. After my divorce, it’s been nothing but fling after fling, but with Marie, I feel like a different man. I want more than just a quickie with her. I’m not some pervy old guy just trying to take advantage of the young French student living in my home. My feelings for her are genuine, even if to an outsider, I seem like a dirty old fart.

  I stare hopelessly at the spot on the table where we made love. The corners of my mouth turn up as I remember last night. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve only made love to a few. Sex with Marie was more than fucking. We connected as our bodies intertwined. For a moment, our bodies were one, and it was awesome. That’s how I know that this thing with Marie is real. We need to be together, but at the same time, I don’t know how we’re going to hide our secret romance from Jenny. I hate lying to my daughter, but what else can I do?

  Suddenly, a voice interrupts. Speak of the devil.

  “Daddy.” Jenny stands in the hallway with bed hair in a flannel pajama set. She yawns like a little girl as she rubs her eyes. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize she was standing there.

  “Hey, hon. Good morning.” I try to act like nothing’s wrong, which is damn near impossible given what I did with her friend last night.

  “Hiya Daddy.” She plops into one of the chairs next to me. She looks so innocent, almost like a cute puppy just waking up.

  “How’d you sleep last night?” I ask. God, hopefully she didn’t hear any of Marie’s ecstatic screams as she came on my dick.

  Jenny yawns again. “Like a baby. My stomach feels ten times better.”

  Thank god. I’m relieved hearing that answer, and the knot in my stomach loosens. At least we managed to keep our secret from Jenny for one night.

  “That’s good,” I say. “You ready for school?”

  My daughter snorts.

  “School doesn’t start for another two and a half hours,” she reminds me while grabbing my cup of coffee. “I guess I woke up because I fell asleep so early last night,” she says while sipping the coffee. Good thing Marie wasn’t waiting for me in the kitchen this morning. Jenny would’ve caught us together for sure.

  “Makes sense,” I say innocently. I’ve never kept anything from Jenny before, but this is not the time to start sharing.

  My daughter cocks her head at me curiously.

  “Do you like having Marie here with us? It’s been just us two for so long, but I really like having a third person, don’t you?”

  I almost spit out my joe.

  “Yeah, she’s a nice girl,” I say roughly. She’s more than nice, I want to shout. The girl’s amazing, with a luscious body and a smile that takes me right to the heavens. I wish I could share this with Jenny because if she knew, I think she’d be happy for me. After all, my daughter wants me to be in a healthy relationship. She always says I date the wrong women and that I need someone to take care of me. She constantly reminds me that college is right around the corner for her and that she’ll be all the way on the other side of the country while I’m here alone. But at the same time, I’m sure Jenny envisioned a relationship between me and a woman in her thirties or forties. Not a relationship with our jail bait exchange student from France.

  My daughter continues on, totally oblivious.

  “Marie is so cool, and we have a lot of fun together. I’m really glad she’s here. It’s like I finally have a sister.” Goddamn. My stomach knots up again. “Daddy, are you okay?” my daughter asks innocently.

  The painful thumps of my heart make it difficult to respond. “I’m okay,” I lie. Oh shit. Jenny thinks of Marie as a sister, so she’ll never be okay with us dating. The guilt of telling these falsehoods is like bitter poison on my tongue.

  “Are you sure? You look sick. Maybe you have what I had last night,” my daughter speculates. Again, Jenny is the sweetest girl in the world and doesn’t deserve to be lied to like this.

  “I’m fine. Don’t you worry about me.”

  “Okay, if you say so.” She stares into the freshly brewed cup before taking a deep breath. “But I wanted to say thanks for letting a stranger move into our house, Daddy. I know you didn’t really want to say yes,” she adds quickly. “But it feels great having a new best friend. Marie’s amazing, and we get along really well. She says she really likes it here and that she likes you too.”

  “She did?” My heart races. Did Marie confess to Jenny how she feels about me? That can’t be. Our sexy French exchange student hasn’t woken up yet.

  Jenny nods.

  “Yeah, she thinks you’re a cool dad. She said her dad would’ve never let a stranger from another country move in, and that you’re really nice to let someone you don’t know stay in your home.” Oh wow. My daughter really has no idea. Good.

  “Anything for you, sweetheart,” is my low rumble. My daughter smiles at
me innocently, and I manage to twist my lips into a grin. Of course, if Jenny actually knew what was going on, she’d probably throw up with disgust.

  I watch as my daughter empties the coffee mug before walking back to her room.

  “Have a good day!” I call to her departing back. “Enjoy school!”

  But my daughter’s already disappeared, and I feel like a lame dad. Even worse, I’m not just lame – I’m a lech. I made love to our exchange student right here on this dining room table last night. I had her sit on my face, cream on my lips, and then I kissed and owned her cunt like it was the only pussy on Earth. And even worse? I don’t feel guilty. Well, I feel guilty for not telling my daughter, but I don’t feel guilty for making love to Marie. Because the brunette was beautiful, willing, and oh so sweet … and I have to have more, no matter the consequences.

  Chapter Eight

  Marie

  My sore pussy throbs as Jenny and I walk to school. Even as I nod and smile, images of last night keep flashing in my mind. After all, the evening was indescribable. What started off as an innocent moment between Chris and me turned into a passionate night of lovemaking, and as a result, I feel like a princess who’s met her Prince Charming. Hearing him reveal that he wants to see where this goes felt like a dream come true. I even pinched myself to make sure I was wide awake. But last night was definitely real, given the way my cunt is throbbing between my legs right now. It’s sore, but it’s the good kind of sore. The kind that leaves you craving more.

  I clench my thighs together, remembering his big cock inside of me. My pussy drips instantly at the thought of Chris. Mon Dieu, how am I supposed to get through today without having naughty thoughts about him? Everything about this man turns me on. His touch, his voice, and (not the least of which) his sexy demeanor. Hopefully, Jenny didn’t overhear us last night. She seems like she doesn’t have a clue, which is for the best. If she knew I slept with her dad, she would totally hate me for sure.