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Daddy's Best Friend


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Erotic One Shot Collection: These spicy short-stories are sure to get you hot in a hurry...

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Chapter 1


I was so worn out after my long shift that all I craved was sleep. My body was sore, and I felt like I could fall asleep standing up.

“Get some food... you need to eat. Then maybe take a bath and hit the sack early?”

My dad looked at me with worry as I yawned, pushing the menu toward me. I was perched on the kitchen stool while Dad scanned the room, a look of panic on his face.

“Your passport is here, bro.”

I glanced up in surprise, seeing Nick, Dad’s friend, walk into the kitchen. His T-shirt was stretched tight over his muscular body, but I quickly looked away and focused on the food. After all, Nick was divorced and way too old for me.

What was I thinking?

“Hey, Dana!”

I nodded and smiled before Dad beamed at me.

“Nick’s gonna drive me to the train station, I'll be back in two days.”

He kissed my forehead as I smiled, trying to suppress another yawn. “I’m going to order some food.”

I had just picked up my phone when Nick turned to me, raising his eyebrows. “I’ll drop it off for you. I drive past there after the station. I’m actually pretty hungry, could you order me some?”

I shrugged, and he gave me his order.

“Thanks Nick,” said Dad. “I hate the idea of her getting deliveries when I’m not home.”

“Dad, I’m eighteen!” I pointed out, and he smiled.

“So? No parties. No boys. Did you hear that, cupcake? No... boys.”

I laughed sarcastically while he winked at me, heading toward the door.

“I’ll be back with the food. Be about an hour, I reckon?” Nick said over his shoulder as I heard my Dad offering to pay.

Their voices faded and I dragged myself into the shower.

I had decided to watch a movie after, and had poured myself a glass of wine to help me unwind further. I was relishing the fact that I’d have the whole house to myself for two days.

The hot water pounded on my sore muscles, and I cursed my boss for making me handle the deliveries that day, and I especially cursed my coworkers for slacking off.

I washed my hair, feeling down about the fact I’d have to do it all again tomorrow. I slathered lotion onto my body, ran a brush through my hair before pulling on my shorts and cami.

Once back in the room, I picked up my wine, and frowned as I heard Nick’s truck in the driveway outside. I hopped down the stairs and opened the door. He held up the carrier bag with a grin.

“You hungry?”


He walked past me, and I felt my stomach flip when I caught a whiff of his woody cologne. He walked into the kitchen while I grabbed a plate, digging through the bag for my food.

“Do you mind if I stay and eat mine here?”

I shrugged, not really caring either way.

It was normal for Nick to hang out at my house; it was just strange for him to be doing it when Dad wasn’t home. I was totally comfortable, though, and he followed me into the living room, where I brought up Netflix.

“So, what have you got planned for the weekend while your dad’s away?”

I forked noodles into my mouth and rolled my eyes, selecting a random movie. “Work. I’m very boring.”

“I bet you’re not.”

I looked at him with interest, but he seemed focused on his food. We ate in silence, until I was feeling full.

“Which boy you got coming round then? Your dad was worried about some guy.” He grinned at me as he leaned back on the sofa, and I pushed my plate beside his on the table.

“I was seeing someone, but it’s over. Dad thinks I’m going to be having some wild make up session with him.”

I cringed when he lifted his eyes to mine, his lips curving into a smirk as he studied me. “Wild make up session, huh? Sounds…interesting. What would that involve?”

His gaze swept over me briefly, and I felt my insides flip again. I was trying not to check him out, but it was so hard. The man was hot.

Plus, he was twice my age, and then some.

“What? Oh, it’s not happening so it doesn’t matter,” I said lightly, as I felt my heart rate quicken under his gaze. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”

For some reason I had been desperate to change the subject, but now I was genuinely curious—who was this gorgeous man seeing?

“No one serious,” he shrugged, biting into a prawn cracker as he stared at the screen.

I felt a twinge of jealousy suddenly; the idea of him seeing anyone, even casually, was making me jealous.

“I’ll just take this out,” I said, scooping up the plates as he watched me. He stood up, too, following me to the kitchen, where he leaned against the doorway.

I bent over, making sure he could watch me as I put the plates in the dishwasher. I bit my lip at my crazy scheme, before straightening up.

A moment later I jumped when I saw him beside me, his eyes burning into mine. I gasped.

“What was that?” His voice was commanding, and I continued to chew my lip.

He walked toward me, and I stood still, captivated by his intense stare.

“W-what was…w-what?” I stuttered.

He reached out and his fingers wrapped around my waist as he pulled me toward him.

A whimper escaped my lips when he leaned in close to my ear, his breath tickling my neck as he spoke. “Bending over like that. Are you a naughty girl, Dana?”

I felt a rush of warmth in my lower belly and closed my eyes, arching slightly against him.

Oh my God! He smells so good…

“I asked you a question.”

“Umm… No?” I mumbled, turning my head so that his lips had no choice but to hover close to mine.

“If you are, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

Oh, my God!

My skin felt like it was on fire, and I trembled next to him.

“A lesson?”

He gently moved me with one hand until I was backed up against the sink. He undid his belt quickly, and my eyes widened as he raised an eyebrow at me. “Want to see?”

I could barely breathe. I nodded, and he dropped his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. His intense gaze was locked on me, and I licked my lips.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Dana.” His voice made me shiver, my senses suddenly heightened.

I could hear the water dripping from the faucet, and the hum of the refrigerator next to me. Nick was standing in my kitchen, his dick hard and demanding as his fingers danced on my hips.

“I don’t know,” I confessed, unable to look away. “I didn’t realize you liked me like this…”

“Of course I do. Look at you. Those damn lips… God! I can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like around my cock.”

I slowly slid down the counter. He watched me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I finally dropped to my knees.

I looked up to see the tip of his dick glistening with pre-cum. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never seen one this big before. I wet my lips again, moving toward him as I placed my hand at the base of his thick shaft.

His breath hitched slightly, his hands in my hair as I slowly took him into my mouth.

He tasted salty but clean, the faint scent of soap teasing my nostrils as I tried to take him deeper into my mouth. My tongue explored the large vein underneath. He hissed and swore.

I looked up at him as he began to thrust into my mouth, and I started to gag a bit, tears welling in my eyes. He slowed down, intertwining his fingers with mine and pulling me to my feet.

“You are so bad!”

He stepped back, kicking his jeans aside while running a finger over my lips. He pulled his shirt off, and my eyes greedily took in his body.

He lifted me onto the sink effortlessly, his fingers hooking into my cami straps. Overwhelmed with desire, I bit my lower lip again. He kissed me roughly then, and I responded eagerly, his tongue exploring mine.

I moaned. I knew he could taste himself, but he didn’t seem to mind. His fingers were teasing my nipples now, his hardness pressing against my wet center.

“I’d ask if you want this, but judging from how wet you are, I think it’s pretty clear,” he chuckled. I ignored his joke and pulled his head back to mine, kissing him passionately.

He lifted me up then, pressing me against the wall. His fingers pushed my underwear aside. His mouth was on my neck as I gasped against him, and his finger plunged into me, which responded by tightening around him.

“So tight!” he groaned, and began to finger me relentlessly. I shuddered and moaned against him.

He carried me into the living room, pulling my shorts and panties off, his hot lips leaving a trail of kisses up my thigh, making me almost rip his hair out in my frenzy of desire.

I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Nick right now.

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