Next Door Daddy

by Amy Brent

  “I want to taste you now, greedy girl. You can’t have all the fun.” His arm went around my ass, tugging me closer, and then he palmed my breast, rubbing soft circles around my nipple with his thumb.

  “It’s fun and I love the feel of you in my mouth; your taste.” I moaned and my head fell back as I inched my hips forward and lay against the bed.

  “You’re delicious.” His breath was warm against my mound as he spoke, but then his tongue tended my bud as his fingers slipped deep into my channel. He spread the nectar he’d gathered around and tasted it as if to prove his point. He moaned out a sound of pleasure and met my eyes.

  The aching need burned deep in me as his fingers continued to work, their pressure building my release. It ripped through me like a dam had broken and my walls quaked milking his fingers. He pumped his hand faster causing me to moan until a squeal of pleasure strained from my lips.

  “I love it when you make that sound for me. You know what it makes me want to do?” His brow rose as if he was waiting for my response.

  I rose up and leaned close to his ear. “No, Mr. Roberts, would you show me?”

  He chuckled. “You know hearing you say that name does things to me. It makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

  “You are a dirty old man.” I giggled against his lips as he kissed me.

  “Yeah? Well why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap? Let me pat your ass.” He pulled back and then before I knew what was happening he plopped down beside me and pulled me into his lap.

  “Mm, Please, Daddy.” I did my best to purr the words seductively and he belted a laugh as he swatted my ass. I jumped and rubbed the tender spot and then leaned over to the nightstand to get protection.

  As he sheathed himself, he met my eyes. “Are you trying to shock me?” I shifted my hips as my ass nudged against his broad shaft and then I snaked my hand down to stroke him and center him against my entrance. “You said I could call you anything I wanted.”

  He pressed his chest tight against my back and kissed my shoulder. “And that’s what you wanted?” He held me firm around my waist with one arm as I lowered myself accommodating every inch of his thick erection. “Does it turn you on?” he whispered against my ear.

  I let my head fall back as I rode him gently, allowing my body to accept his considerable girth. “I’m just teasing you, but it’s not like I’ve ever called another man that in my life.” He took my chin between his fingers and turned my head over my shoulder to meet his mouth. His arm came around me and he stood, lifting me up against him as he spun us around to deposit me onto the bed.

  As my knees hit the bed he pulled out of me and stepped back as I rolled over to face him. “Oh, you want to tease me, huh? So you do think it’s shocking.” He crawled up over me and lowered himself to my sex to plant a kiss against my mound. Then he sat up on his knees, stroking as he nudged his way between my thighs. His thick head pressed against my entrance, taunting me and urging me to slide down to it. I wanted it inside me, buried deep in my core and massaging my most erotic spot. He shook his head and pulled away from me and I groaned at his absence. “Now it’s my turn tease you, baby girl.”

  I giggled at his use of the endearment and inched closer to rub myself against his thick head.

  “Not so fast. Ask me nicely.” The set of his brow told me he was enjoying teasing me as much as I’d enjoyed teasing him with the taboo name.

  The ache was building between my legs and I had the urge to rub my knees tight together, but with him wedged between them, all I could do was sit and let the need consume me. “Please.”

  He inched a little closer, his cock pressing hard against me but before I could quench my ache, he stopped and pulled back. Panic shot through me and then a wave of disappointment. “No, please.” I giggled and he belted a laugh.

  “Please what?” He taunted me with a sly grin as he rubbed his shaft against my lips to stroke it.

  “Please, Mr. Roberts?” I was growing desperate but he held me still as I started to wiggle against him, hoping to get him inside me.

  “No, no. That’s not what you want to call me. You can tease me all you want, Katie, but I think you misunderstand. I like being dirty and role play can be fun.” His eyes flashed and then he reached down and stroked his head against me, spreading my juices across my clit. I ground against him and the pleasure there was so intense that I hoped he’d never stop.

  But he did, his eyes fixed on mine. “Say it, Katie.”

  My face burned with blush as I closed my eyes. “Please, Daddy.” The request was but a whisper and he cleared his throat and inched inside me, stopping as soon as the rim of his thick head snapped inside my tight channel.

  He worked it back and forth a bit, letting the rim work me. “Say it louder, Katie. Show me how much you need your Daddy.”

  I giggled but he pulled away. “Please, Daddy.” I spoke it louder than before but he’d turned my attempt to tease him against me and I loved every minute of it.

  “I think you can do better than that. Scream it for your daddy.” He nudged closer and my ache was so strong that I gripped him with my knees as my thighs bucked upward to get him deeper. “Say it!” His hand slapped against my ass sending a delicious lick of pleasure through me.

  “Please, Daddy. Please!” His mouth crushed down on mine as the full length of him thrusted inside of me. He pounded and worked me in a nice, steady rhythm gripping my ankles and taking them over his shoulders. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, which was creaking and squeaking so loud that I wondered if it might break. I didn’t care. We could shred the room to splinters and I’d be fine as long as he stayed inside me.

  He gave a wicked laugh. “Daddy’s going to fill you good.” My release came, splitting me apart and leaving me in a wet spot, but he kept pounding harder, working me deeper until his cock pulsed and his thick release poured.

  I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him and before he could pull away, I dug in my heels and met his eyes. “More, Daddy.” My voice was so sweet and small and batted my lashes at him until he sighed.

  “It seems I’ve got another girl I can’t say no to.”

  Chapter 17: Grant

  I didn’t think my daughter would ever leave, but thankfully after Sunday breakfast, she did. Whatever she had going, which I was certain I’d be aggravated about if I knew, it called her away from me once again. I normally wouldn’t like it, but with Katie next door to scratch my itches my I needed my fix.

  She had me so worked up that a mere thought about us, me buried insider her while she screamed out my name, and I’d get and instant hard on. I wasn’t sure it was doing my addiction any good, but at least I’d been monogamous since she’d come around.

  As soon as Halle’s car left I hurried over and knocked on Katie’s back door. She walked out of the shadows of the living room and into the kitchen and as soon as she opened the door I rushed in and took her face into my hands to kiss her. Her arms slid around me and I kicked the door shut.

  She pulled away and placed her hand on my chest. “Hey you. You’re early. I figured you’d be visiting with Halle for a bit.”

  “She had things to do and people to see. I hurried over as soon as she left. I couldn’t wait to get my hands and lips on you again.” I smiled, gazing deep into her eyes. She was gorgeous, her hair was twisted up in a loose bun and her eyes were as bright as the smile on her face.

  She pointed to the dust rag on the counter next to the furniture polish. “I’m doing a bit of my usual Sunday routine.”

  “Well, you’ll be glad to know I’m not doing mine.” I chuckled but she gave me a quizzical look. “You do realize I haven’t been with anyone else but you, right? I’m not sure if you’re curing my addictions, but you’re definitely distracting me from the daily.”

  “So what would you normally be doing?” Her eyes flashed with curiosity.

  “You don’t want to hear about that.” I turned my head and looked away, but her soft finger
s brought my chin around to meet my eyes.

  “Yes, I do, or I wouldn’t have asked. I’m a big girl. It doesn’t bother me and I’m curious.” She shrugged her shoulders and tucked her chin keeping her big eyes on mine.

  “Hmm. Want to see where I usually go?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes. I think I do.”

  For some reason the idea of taking her to my usual destination made me hard as a rock. The blood flowed right to my cock.

  She stepped away and went for her handbag. “Can I get a minute to freshen up? I probably shouldn’t go anywhere like this.” She fingered the loose strands of hair and I closed the distance between us and took her hand.

  “No, you’re perfect, especially for where we’re going.” I took her hand and led her out the door, which she stopped to lock, and then we walked across the lawn and to my house where we cut through and went to the garage. I unlocked my classic Shelby convertible and opened the passenger door for her.

  “You still have this car?” She slid into the seat.

  “Yes, I do. When I was a teenager it was my dream car, so I can’t seem to stop loving her.” I shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s seat and when I plopped down into it, I turned to find her smiling. “What?”

  “Nothing, I’ve always wanted to ride in your car.”

  “Well, I’m glad you get the experience.” With that we were on our way. I took her out toward the club and it wasn’t long until she realized where we were headed.

  “Are you taking me to the club? I thought you had some sort of sexual rendezvous on Sundays, not a golf game.” She glanced in the back of the car. “Do you have clubs in the trunk of this thing?”

  “No, but there’s more to do at the club than play golf.” I pulled into the parking lot and drove around the circle drive in front of the main entrance, and then I looped around and went back to park away from prying eyes.

  “You meet someone here?” She glanced around. “Are they expecting you today?”

  “Probably, but I’m not interested in them at the moment. You wanted to see where I spend my Sundays. This is it. Well, a small part of my Sunday anyway.”

  She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap the same way she liked to do in her office. “So, what do you usually do now?”

  “Now? Well, my friend usually comes out to meet me and then we trade favors so to speak?” My balls ached admitting my indulgence.

  “You mean a woman comes out here and you have sex in the parking lot?” Her brow rose, but she didn’t seem turned off. In fact, she tugged at the front of her blouse as I’d seen her do too many times when she’d gotten turned on.

  “Sex, sexual favors, whatever you’d like to call it.” I lifted a shoulder as she narrowed her eyes and glanced over across the lot to the front circle.

  “Do you pick her up out there? Is that why you took the loop?” She was very observant and I closed the space between us by leaning over for a better glance at the clubhouse.

  “Yes. Do you think you can guess what happens next?” I had a feeling she could. Her eyes fixed on my crotch where my hard cock punched at the front of my pants waiting to be sucked.

  She shifted in her seat, inching a bit closer and then she placed her hand in my lap and eased it a bit closer to my erection. She rubbed with a bit of pressure and then worked her way to graze my heavy sac before she took my thick rod into her hand. I kept my eyes on her, burning for her touch as she worked at my zipper.

  Her brow rose. “Am I on the right track?” And then her hand gripped my cock and stroked, pulling it free of my pants.

  I moaned and then reached out to tuck the loose strands that fell in her face as she licked her lips. “You are.”

  She pumped my cock a few times while she licked her lips and then she leaned forward and closed her mouth around my cock, taking liberty with a hard pull which had me lifting my ass off the seat. “Damn you’ve got a hot mouth, baby girl.”

  Her eyes met mine and then she looked away, bobbing her head quickly and relaxing her throat. I caressed her hair and held onto the twisted bun gripping it tight and nudging her deeper. She pulled in short breaths around me but worked me like a pro, greedily working her hand to milk a taste of my seed. I threw my head back and a soft curse slipped off my tongue, “Fuck.”

  She twisted her hand and stroked me from base to tip, her mouth popping off and on me and then she pulled away and smiled, licking her lips as she jerked me, and I reached over and cupped her breast through her top. Her nipples were tight, perfect little beads and I caressed them as she took a deep breath and put her mouth to use.

  I moved my hand from her breast and then slipped it into her pants and inched inside the elastic of her panties. I readied my fingers and dipped them into her folds to find her wet and ready, so I slipped them deep.

  She moaned around my cock and her voice vibrated my balls and I felt the twitch as my load readied in my shaft. “Two second warning.”

  Instead of pulling away, she only pulled back enough that my load didn’t go directly into her throat, and instead when my release spilled two seconds later, it hit her tongue where she gulped and gulped, taking every single drop. She even nursed me after, working me from my base, and we were so wrapped up in ourselves that I didn’t see Mila until it was too late. My eyes followed Katie as she sat up and wiped her mouth, smiling ear to ear, and behind her, stood Mila peeking into the car.

  She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to retreat, but by then Katie had seen her. Her face turned beet red and she quickly covered it with her hands. “I’m sorry” as Mila hurried away.

  “Why on earth are you sorry? You did nothing wrong.”

  “I’m sure she’s upset. I wouldn’t blame her if she is. I didn’t intend—

  “You did nothing wrong. Besides, if you think I’m her only friend here, you’re mistaken.” I reached out and stroked her cheek and she leaned over and kissed me, her breath still salty with my seed.

  A soft giggle erupted beside me and I looked up to see her covering her face again. “That was fun.” She scooted back into her seat while I adjusted my pants and tucked myself back into place.

  “I’ve always had fun in semi-public places. Maybe now I can reciprocate in another one?” I had always liked doing things in odd places and I wondered where I could bring her.

  “I’m not sure.” Her face burned bright red and she shook her head. “If we got caught, I don’t know if I’m that daring.”

  “Sure you are.” I could tell that she wasn’t that comfortable and then it dawned on me where I wanted to take her.

  “Sit tight, I know a place.” Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Trust me, Katie. This is someplace special.”

  Moments later I peeled out of the parking lot and sometime after that she gave me a suspicious glare. “We’re headed home, aren’t we? Don’t tell me you’ve got another patio table you want to break in.” She reached over and held onto my hand, but I pulled it away and then placed it on her mound, giving it a firm rub until her knees locked together and she moaned.

  “Mhm, I’m going to give you something for that.” I put my hand back on hers and she was still rubbing her knees together when we got home.

  I took her hand after I opened her car door and “Follow me.” I walked her upstairs and to my master bedroom.

  Her eyes widened and her mouth went slack. “That is the biggest, most beautiful bed I’ve ever seen.”

  “Thank you, it was special order.” I wasn’t going to tell her that my wife ordered it specifically for her end days. That she’d wanted to go out in a big, soft bed that was fit for a queen or that she was the only other woman who’d seen it besides the maid.

  I closed the distance between us and wrapped her tight in my arms, kissing her neck up to her mouth where I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. As she stared up at me I knew it was right. She was worth it and I was going to make her feel as amazing as she deserved.

  Th
ere was something about her. I wanted to take care of her in a way I’d never imagined I could anyone else since my wife had died.

  She lay there, her chest heaving as she panted and I hoped that she was burning with as much anticipation as I was. I crawled up beside her and then cupped her mound. Then I made quick work of her clothes until she was stretched out in front of me her knees still locked tight. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her knee and then gripped them, parting them so I had a much better view. Then I slid my arms up under her legs and hoisted her up, pulling her down closer to my mouth.

  Her sex glistened and I rubbed my fingers through her juices and then brought a taste to my lips.

  “Is this where you spend the other half of your Sundays with that woman?” I glanced up and shook my head. There was no accusation in her voice, only curiosity and I didn’t think she was asking me out of any type of jealousy. She seemed to be very accepting of the idea that I had been with others, but still I wanted her to know she was special.

  I planted a soft kiss directly on the apex of her sex and then rested on my elbows to look up at her. “I’ve never brought another woman here.”

  Her expression was blank but then the dawning of another thought lit her eyes. “This is Mrs. Roberts’ bed isn’t it?” I nodded. “And you’ve never brought anyone else here?” I could see the thoughts overwhelming her through her expression.

  “I’ve been waiting for the right time and person; someone special and worthy.” I decided to leave it at that and then she extended her hand and pulled me up to meet her eyes, face to face, where she kissed me. It was a kiss of appreciation and her eyes were rimmed red with tears. Her arms wrapped around me so tight that I had to capture her hands and pry my way out of her hold. “Now lie back like a good girl and let Daddy take care of you.”