by Jamie Knight
Laying me out on the bed as he had done before, Aden gently undressed me, starting with my shoes. Getting me down to nothing, Aden started at my feet, which he had recently discovered that I loved, gently sucking my toes before kissing his way up the tops of both of my feet, one by one and then up my legs and along my inner thighs, finally reaching my pussy, continuing with gentle kisses on my outer lips.
Stroking my thighs, he started in with his tongue, running long, loving lips along the length of my pussy lips, the pleasure rushing through me, making my run my hands through his thick hair. He picked up speed a bit, gently spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and working softly on my clit, shooting me into the stratosphere. Pleasure, which only got stronger when he started doing his classic move of hard circular motions right on my clit, working two fingers inside me as he did so. Soon bringing me to an explosive orgasm.
Keeping his fingers inside me, Aden kissed me lovingly, giving me time to recover before continuing. When he was ready, he let me take down his jeans, releasing his hard cock into my custody. Something I took advantage of, stroking his shaft as I sucked hard on the head, doing my best to nurse his cum into my mouth. It didn't take too long, Aden unloading a massive torrent of cum into my mouth. I was ready for it that time and was able to swallow it as it came.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my cheek.
“Are you going to fuck me, sir?” I asked.
“Yes, but that is a very bad word,” he said.
“Is it naughty, sir?”
“Yes, very naughty,” Aden agreed.
“Do I need a spanking?” I asked, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Yes, I think you do. Turn over.”
I quickly got onto all fours, nearly trembling with anticipation. Aden tenderly stroked my ass to establish contact before coming in with a short, sharp strike making me yelp with joy. He did this a few more times before relenting to gently kneading the reddened flesh, making me melt with pleasure.
Turning me, so my rear was towards him, he parted my pussy with his hand, reaching around under my hip, and slipped his cock in with little resistance. Getting halfway in, he slowed to a stop, taking me by both hipbones before starting to pump me. Working his cock deftly in my pussy, never getting to the point where it began to hurt, both of us coming together, Aden unleashing his load inside me figure it didn't matter much since I was already pregnant.
I collapsed on the bed panting. As I recovered, Aden opened the drawer. I didn't have to look to know what was coming. He was going full menu. It had been a while since we could do that, both of us being so busy at work getting things ready for a major campaign. I had honestly missed it and was more than willing to indulge him. Anal had hurt a bit the first couple of times but had gotten to the point that I enjoyed it as well.
I flinched a bit a the cold touch of the thoroughly lubed butt plug. Going a bit slower, Aden slipped it in with surprising ease, filling me up with lovely sensations. As had become his custom, while the butt plug stretched me out, Aden lowered his head and licked my pussy again, bringing me to a massive orgasm.
When I was nice and relaxed, my asshole stretched out to the point of fuckable, Aden eased the butt plug out of me, causing a small gasp as it came out. Stroking my back, he pressed his cock against my stretched asshole and pushed gently in. Getting most of the way in before starting to gently fuck me, pumping his beautiful cock in my ass, making me nearly scream with pure pleasure.
Taking hold of my ponytail Aden started pounding me harder until he came, filling my ass with his sweet, warm cum. Easing his cock out of me, he got up on the bed, and we spooned until we started to doze.
Life was perfect, and we were expecting a baby. Nothing could have made me happier. I finally had everything I wanted and was glad that I fought for it the whole time. Persistence really paid off.
THE END
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Prologue
Bradley
I shouldn’t have been doing this. Shouldn’t have these thoughts about James’s daughter.
But, she was so damn hot. And she had been practically throwing herself at me. Those hips, those lips, those eyes… it was as if she was begging me to do what I wanted, which was to bend her over my lap and spank her ass for being such a bad girl, and then thrust my dick deep inside her mouth.
Her father James was the only good friend I had these days, and he had been ever since I so desperately needed one. After I was injured at war and discharged from duty, he’d taken me to his house and let me stay with him even though he had only been my commanding officer. We’d grown close, both due to the gratefulness I’d felt for him and the bond we’d shared as he’d helped me get back on my feet.
Fucking his daughter was no way to repay him for his kindness— even though it was clear she wanted me to take her for her very first time. Sure, she was an adult and seemed to know exactly what she wanted— which was very obviously me. And I wanted to take her— every which way I could.
From behind, while she was on all fours calling out my name and I was pulling her hair. From on top, while I was looking into those pretty eyes she liked to bat so innocently at me. From underneath her, so that she could spread those legs wide and let me all the way into her tiny, tight, wet little pussy.
I couldn’t do it. Could I? It could have all sorts of negative consequences. James would no doubt kick me out of his house. And what if I knocked her up? She had her whole life ahead of her, and mine had just been unexpectedly derailed.
I had to fucking control myself. But could I? Not with those curvy hips of hers walking in front of me, while she was dressed only in her bikini, begging me to come for a swim with her. Swim with her? I wanted to swim in her. And I always got what I wanted.
Chapter 1
Bradley
“Hope the chicken isn't too spicy for you,” said James, looking over at me while I absentmindedly scraped my food around on my plate. I was so lost in thought, I almost forgot where I was.
I was still trying to process everything. So much had happened. I knew that, all things considered, I was very lucky. Too bad that lucky felt so fucking shitty.
I shifted in my chair to try to relieve some of the pressure from my hip. I winced at a sharp pain shooting from my toes up my leg.
I had been an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force for about eighteen years. Some people have looked at that as “not shit” since I wasn't in direct combat much, but for me, it let me do what I loved while still serving our country.
I was a self-taught mechanic, learning everything I knew as a young kid working on the cars of friends, family, neighbors, basically anyone within a ten-mile radius who would let me near their car. People would remark with amazement when their car was fixed using little or no parts, and drove better than it had before it needed work done on it. News traveled fast about the teenage boy who could fix cars and did it for next to nothing, sometimes even for free.
I vividly remember a lady walking up to my house, looking nervous and afraid.
“B-Br-Brad?” she asked quietly.
“'Yeah,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
Wringing her hands and glancing around nervously, she continued, but in a language I did not understand. It wasn’t Spanish or French or any of the languages I’d heard in school. Might’ve been Hungaria
n.
“I’m sorry, ma’am…” I remember extending out my hand slowly, with caution.
She was so scared. It was then I realized her body was wrapped in some unusual garment I’d never seen before. I couldn’t tell if it was one of those fashionista things or one of those National Geographic things. The sadness in her eyes touched my heart.
“C-Caaar? Car? Help?” she asked in an unsure voice.
“Sure, I'll help you. Let me give you a ride to wherever your car is.”
As I said it, I made a motion with one of my arms as if I was using a steering wheel to drive, while gesturing at her with my other arm to come with me. She understood what I was saying and lit up right away, smiling.
We drove the mile to where her car was and I saw what was wrong right away. Her car had overheated and needed coolant. I drove her over to the gas station and she bought some. I put it in her car, had her start the car, and after a few minutes, her engine sounded better and she was ready to go.
“Tank you,” she said, bowing her head deeply, holding my teenaged hand between her two hands, clasped as if in prayer.
“You're welcome.”
She looked up into my eyes, hers welling with emotion. “God… God repay you,” she said.
“It's okay. Really. I'm just glad that I could help,” I told her.
I saw two car seats in the back of her car and wondered where her children were. I didn't bother asking her. But, I was happy that I could help.
That was when I realized that my interest in being a mechanic was more than just a hobby. I wanted to make it my profession.
I worked hard and put myself through trade school, paying for it by working at a fast food joint. Those were long, hard days, going to school during the day and working at night. Sheer will got me through those nights when the restaurant was slow.
But, I knew that if I had any hopes of doing anything with my life, I would have to keep going. I came from a dirt-poor family. Most of them had barely gotten through grade school, let alone had any real profession to speak of.
So, when I graduated from trade school as a mechanic, I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. Unfortunately, though, there weren't very many opportunities in the town where I lived. And I didn’t have the money to pack up and move.
When an Air Force recruiter came around and asked if I wanted to join, I signed up right away. I knew that this was it—my ticket to freedom.
And I was right. Being a mechanic in the Air Force opened my eyes to a whole new world. Honestly, it was an entirely new level of existence. I never even knew anyone who worked that hard, with focus, in order to accomplish—and to be accomplished—as the guys in my unit did.
I’d kind of always been a bit of a daredevil. I just couldn’t “keep my booty still,” as my old great-aunt Birdie diagnosed at my fifteenth birthday party. (It was a great time—we were jumping off the roof into a kiddie pool filled high with shredded foam from a mattress I’d ripped up by hand.) I didn’t like trouble, you see, I just had a nose for action—a thrill for the outdoors, that sort of thing.
So when I discovered that I had this natural bent for fixing things, I was so excited. I was also relieved—my brain could be the one making me a living, not my brawn or bravado. I mean, sure, being a mechanic involved using my hands and muscles, too, but working on planes also involved figuring out problems and thinking about the best way to fix things.
This new direction of mine was a major step up for my family. It meant I might live to see old age, unlike practically every male in my bloodline.
Plus, none of us had ever served our country in the Armed Forces. Me joining up was an even bigger step forward for us. For me personally, joining up meant my freewheeling, garage experiment antics might have a constructive, positive outlet while I learned more skills and grew in my abilities.
More, I completely relished the traveling part of Air Force life. Mercy, the world had never seemed so big. Or beautiful, honestly.
Obviously, combat was what it was. But as things changed in all those long years, I found newer and cooler methods to indulge my thrill-seeking ways. When I was a kid, I never would’ve imagined rock climbing in the Swiss Alps would be just one of the many adventures life brought me.
But most of all, I loved the culture of performance. Of excellence. Oh, of course, there were jerks, wimps and assholes, as there are in all aspects of life, but I had the best of luck in all my deployments. The people around me inspired like nobody’s business. And so, that was my world, a world where I had a place, a duty and a status no one could take away from me.
That world all came crashing down, though, when I got into an accident that forced me to retire.
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I shouldn't want her.
But I do. And I always get what I want.
I was injured at war and discharged from the military.
My commanding officer invited me to stay with him while I get back on my feet.
I'm grateful for his help, and we've become close friends.
There's just one problem.
His 19 year old daughter lives with him, and she's off the charts hot.
So is the chemistry between us, even though I try to ignore it.
She's a virgin, but her long lashes beg me to change that.
Her curvy hips taunt me as she walks by wearing only a bikini.
She invites me to take a swim with her while he's out of town.
Swim with her? I want to swim in her.
But I can't. And I certainly can't knock her up.
Can I?
Oops. Too late.
What will her dad do if he finds out I put a baby in his little girl?
My Father's Best Friend's Secret Baby is a full length 75,000 word standalone novel. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!
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Book 1 My Father’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 2 My Dad’s Rival’s Secret Baby
Book 3 My Professor’s Secret Baby
Book 4 Single Mom’s Secret Baby
Book 5 My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 6 My Doctor’s Secret Baby
Book 7 My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby
Book 8: My Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Aden
Chapter Two
Camilla
Chapter Three
Aden
Chapter Four
Camilla
Chapter Five
Aden
Chapter Six
Camilla
Chapter Seven
Aden
Chapter Eight
Camilla
Chapter Nine
Aden
Chapter Ten
Camilla
Chapter Eleven
Aden
Chapter Twelve
Camilla
Chapter Thirteen
Aden
Chapter Fourteen
Camilla
Chapter Fifteen
Aden
Chapter Sixteen
Camilla
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Camilla
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