Dad's Best Friend: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 83) Read online

  “The whole time you were thinking about…”

  She nods.

  “You were thinking of me…and you.”

  She nods again.

  “Say it.”

  “I…”

  “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear it from you.”

  She opens her mouth, but her breath catches on her perfect, pink, soft, subtle lips and it sends all the blood in my body rushing straight into my cock.

  “Us. I was thinking about us,” she says softly.

  It’s barely more than a whisper, so small and innocent sounding but damn. She said it with such a desire behind it that it had my balls aching for release.

  She bites her lips and those big blue eyes of hers look up at me with a kind of need that I recognize as feral as my own.

  She’s mine. Mine, whether she knows it or not yet. She was mine the minute I laid eyes on her downstairs and claimed her in front of all my friends, including my best friend…her dad.

  But now that she’s here…here in my home there’s no turning back. I’m not letting her get out of here without getting a taste of her first.

  Her here in my home feels like perfection and torture at the same time. Perfection because she’s right where she belongs.

  And torture because right now my lips belong on her, all of her, and they’re not.

  I move in closer to my big office chair and she pushes off slightly with her toe on the floor, turning the chair to meet me.

  I cup her soft, warm cheek feeling the electricity in her skin shoot through me as I raise her face so I can see her even better in the light.

  I lean in slightly stopping just short of her lips, feeling the heat from her breath so close to making her mine.

  “If we go further, then us becomes our reality…forever. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes. I want us.”

  “You want it, or you need it?”

  “I need it. I need you.”

  I close the space between us and kiss her with everything I have.

  My hand slides through her golden locks and around to the back of her head, pressing her kiss into me even more, not that she needs any help.

  Her lips are soft and gentle as we take our first kiss, one that has quickly turned hungry as we both devour each other’s mouths.

  Her body arches in the chair and I grab the arm, spinning it even more away from the desk so her legs are completely free.

  The way she moans when our tongues twist and twirl tells me that tonight was meant to be. This was my fate, my destiny, and my ultimate gift.

  She moans before her upper body leans into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she tries to melt into me but our upper bodies aren’t lined up for that right now.

  “I want to feel your skin on mine,” she says.

  I feel a searing heat in my chest at the thought of our skin creating friction as we slide around under the sheets.

  “You will…and I will,” I say.

  She moans and my cock lurches in my pants demanding to be inside of her…to claim her…to make her mine and mine alone forever.

  I pull away from the kiss reluctantly, my eyes needing to see her after my mouth has had a taste.

  She just sits there, a redness on her face from where my five o’clock shadow moved across her skin.

  “Do you know what I want?”

  She shakes her head and I see a slight fear in her body language and her lack of words.

  “You don’t have to be scared, beautiful.” I pause. “You’re not scared are you?”

  “I’m only scared of not pleasing you. Not being enough of what you’re used to.”

  “I’m not used to anything, because I’m not used to you. You’ll never be enough, but not for the reasons you’re implying.”

  Her eyes narrow as she tries to decipher my cryptic response.

  “You won’t be enough because I’ll never be able to get my fill of you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying, every minute of every day, but I know no matter how many times I feel your sweet lips on mine…how many times I taste your skin and your sweet peach…no matter how many times our bodies are joined physically, emotionally, and mentally, I’ll still want more. I’ll need more. The way you consume me…all of me. It’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before.”

  I pause and watch as her look changes, realizing the truth. “You’re perfect and you’ll always be everything just the way you are. And right now there’s only one way to please me and that’s for me to make up for not getting my birthday cake, which I don’t even care about now because I’ve got the sweetest thing in the world ready right in front of me and I’m ready for my taste.”

  Her ass slides forward in the chair slightly as if her body already knows exactly what I want and can’t wait to give it to me.

  “You. Spread your legs, beautiful,” I say and I literally see a shiver move through her body and her cheeks redden even more. “Spread your pretty little legs and show me what’s mine.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Delilah

  Somewhere inside me there should be a safety switch that comes on. One that tells me I’m sitting in my dad’s best friend’s house…a man who’s twice my age.

  And a real man who’s asking me to show him something I’ve never shown anyone.

  And something he’s claiming for his own now.

  But there is no safety switch, because I’m all in. I’ve been all in for a couple of years now if not more and this is exactly the moment I’ve been waiting for.

  And to know that I’m about to be his birthday present on his fortieth? Sign me up for that honor seven days a week and twice on Sunday.

  I reach for the bottom of my dress hiking it up higher as he unbuckles his pants, knowing we’re getting closer by the second.

  Closer to me giving him the gift I’ve been saving for him. And how perfect that it gets to be on his birthday.

  And as crazy as it sounds this is exactly why I came here tonight in the first place. This is exactly what I wanted although I never thought in a million years it could happen, and certainly not like this.

  I should be home studying, but instead he’s studying my body like I’m some prized sculpture in the Louvre in Paris.

  I pull my dress up to the bottom of my panty line before pausing and then lifting it up and over my panties playing a kind of pussy peek-a-boo as I feel myself becoming more and more exposed to him.

  “Show me what’s mine,” he growls as his blue eyes narrow and shoot fire right through me.

  He takes a step back and his hand goes inside his boxer briefs as he grabs ahold of himself, his fly open and his pants spread like butterfly wings.

  “What do you want to see?”

  “Your sweet pussy,” he says without hesitation.

  “What if I don’t want to?” I ask, completely unsure of where those words just came from. Something inside me is telling me not to make it so damn easy for him. So far I’ve practically melted for him like butter in a hot pan.

  “But you do. I know you do,” he says. “Tell me you don’t and this will all stop right now and I’ll give you a ride home…for now. I’ll pursue you like you’ve never been pursued before, but if you don’t want this to happen now it won’t…yet. Until I have the chance to prove to you you’re the one and only for me.”

  “I already know,” I say. “I’ve always known you’re the only one for me.”

  “Then show me what I want to see. Show me what’s mine.”

  My whole body aches for him and I feel myself soaking through my panties already. My nipples are poking through the top of my dress and I can barely keep my mouth open or get enough oxygen into my lungs.

  And I know he can see it.

  He leans in and runs his hand over my thigh and it sends my insides spinning.

  With one finger he traces the inside of my leg up and over my cotton covered slit and then removes it in one swipe, bringing it to his lips and sticking it in his
mouth.

  His eyes close and his head leans all the way back as he slides the finger from his mouth.

  “Ahhh! I’ve never tasted anything so sweet and so perfect in my entire life. And that was just a preview. Look at what you’re doing to me,” he says, shaking his cock in his grasp. I watch as the head of his dick strains against the fabric as the monster moves underneath his boxer briefs.

  “I know how wet you are. How ready. I’ve already tasted it and now I want to see it…and taste it even more, even deeper, even longer,” he says. “Bring your little pussy out to play.”

  I feel my arm shake as my index finger hooks my panties and slowly, ever so slowly I pull them to the side, feeling my lips become exposed and watching his nostrils flare the moment they do.

  “Perfection,” he says as he moves in closer. “Spread your legs wider, beautiful.”

  I do as I’m told and a second later he’s on his knees in front of me and my finger lets loose from my panties.

  “Don’t cover yourself up. Never cover up your perfection from me. I want you naked all the time.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can do this,” he says, his face diving in-between my legs as his mouth comes down right on my sex sending my hips forward and my back arching back as I grab the armrests of the chair and hold on tight.

  I feel his thumb hook inside my panties as he pulls them to the side and then his hot breath on my pussy as he stares down my hole. I look at his eyes seeing all the anticipation of a man who’s looked for something his entire life and now that he’s finally found it he wants to marvel at it before he does what he came to do.

  The way he looks at me makes me want to tear my clothes off and grab that big cock of his for him and ram it inside me until I can’t walk straight for at least a week. But there’s something else about his look, his hunger.

  There’s a certain protectiveness about it. Something that makes me feel safe and secure, and I know that although this is a very highly sexual situation, to say the least, this is also so much more.

  I spread my legs wider because of it.

  He grunts. “So perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  He continues staring at my cunt as if it’s a birthday cake he can’t wait to dive into.

  But apparently he knows a thing or two about hosting and how to treat a guest…always offering them to go first.

  “Play with your pussy, beautiful,” he says.

  My finger slides from the arm of the chair and into position.

  And for the first time ever I touch myself as someone else watches.

  But he’s not someone…he’s the only one.

  CHAPTER 7

  Delilah

  I run my fingers through my folds feeling my wetness drip from my slit and onto his fine leather chair.

  But I don’t stop and he doesn’t stop staring at me cunt.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

  My fingers find my clit and my back arches sending my head skyward causing me to miss the movement from his head as he dives into my middle, his tongue diving deep.

  I grip hard on the armrest with my free hand and continue playing with myself.

  “Keep going. Don’t stop,” he says in between licks, flicks, and deep dives with the tip of his tongue.

  And I’m thinking the exact same thing.

  I feel myself getting close and suddenly his tongue moves up literally pushing my fingers out of the way as he takes my nub into his mouth and slides a finger inside me.

  “Uh,” I whimper softly.

  “Are you close?”

  I nod my head furiously and my tiny hand comes down on his trying to push his finger deeper inside me.

  Just like that his mouth comes off my middle and I wish I wouldn’t have told him I was almost at the finish line. A finish line that starts a lifetime journey of passion between us.

  His much larger hands twists my tiny hand over in his as he guides my wrist towards his underwear.

  Just before my hand is there his other hand yanks down his drawers and my mouth drops along with them.

  A steel pipe is all I can think of and I stare, marveling at its beauty, length, and thickness.

  “Get a good look at what’s yours now,” he says as he brings my hand to his shaft placing it there, but I have to bring my other hand up to even feel like I might have a chance to do something with this massive rod.

  My hands are stacked on top of one another and still I’ve barely covered half of his length and can’t even get my grip all the way around him.

  His hand slides back down into my middle, moving my panties to the side as he slides back into my slipperiness as I watch beads of come drip from his tip.

  I start stroking his cock as he fingers me furiously.

  “Uh,” I moan trying to focus on how much I enjoy the feeling of his dick in my grip compared to how much pleasure he’s giving me as his digits move in and out of me finding my gooshy spot each and every time as he buries his palm into my clit.

  “Uh,” he moans in return, but so much deeper, dominant, and commanding.

  “Faster,” he says. “Firmer.”

  I get to work feeling the vein in his dick throbbing and his cock starting to twitch. His balls suddenly disappear and I know he’s close.

  “Come on my hand,” he commands and I feel a typhoon forming inside me.

  “I’m gonna mark you as my woman. You understand?”

  “Yes,” I say as I keep stroking and suddenly my hands freeze as my body tightens as I unload into his palm as he shoots geysers of come onto my thigh.

  After three or four jets of juice he starts shooting lazy ropes as my fountain stills in kind.

  He slowly pulls his fingers from me and brings his hand to his mouth, drinking it like it’s a cup.

  I watch as his eyes roll back in his head and his nostrils open wide as he takes in my offering as I stare at his seed covering my legs.

  “I’ll never need birthday cake when I have this. Every damn day I bring this sweetness to my lips will be my birthday. I’m born again, brand new, now that I’ve tasted your fountain of youth.”

  His eyes shoot open as he stares at me. He blinks big a few times.

  “I’m so focused. So alert. So alive. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life,” he says, leaning in and kissing me hard.

  “What kind of secrets does that incredible body of yours hold?”

  “There’s one I should tell you,” I say.

  He looks at me like he already knows.

  “You don’t have to tell me because I already know. And I want you to know it’s perfect,” he says. “From the moment I saw you tonight I knew you’d never been claimed and it immediately became my life’s mission to be the one to do it…not just to be the first one, but to be the only one.”

  “I want that,” I say. “Because I only want you.”

  “And you will have me, my perfect woman…but not tonight. Not here and not like this, but soon…very soon, you will be mine and mine alone. And once I claim you there will never be a man who will look at you the way I looked at you tonight, knowing you were pure…that you’d never been claimed. Everyone will know that you’re mine and they’ll immediately look away in fear knowing that I will fight to the death for you. You’re off limits to everyone in this world…everyone but me. And that starts now.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Delilah

  “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

  My dad slowly sits up from his position on the couch, the Golden State Warriors basketball replay of the game which already ended earlier is playing on the TV.

  “Up to my room to go to bed.”

  “You don’t call anymore when you’re planning on staying out late?”

  “I…”

  “You have to call me. You know that. Just because you’re not in high school anymore doesn’t mean I don’t still worry about you,” he says.

  “I know.”

  “Now come here a
nd give your old man a hug.”

  I walk over to the couch and wrap my dad up but he’s much bigger than me and it’s really him that wraps me up. He kisses me on the top of my head.