DILF_Dad I'd Like To F*ck

by Jenika Snow

  “No,” he finally responded and shook his head slowly. “I’m not about to have you take the train home this late at night, not when it’s not safe, and not when I can easily take you in my car.”

  She didn’t argue, just ducked her head and expressed her gratitude softly. It was only a few moments before the valet brought his car around. David was the one who held the door open for her, and she slipped inside, the seats leather, buttery soft. Although it was May, the nights were still a bit chilly in the city. The heater was on, and a warm breeze of air moved along her body. A moment later David slipped into the driver’s seat, the door shutting softly with an audible click.

  The smell of leather and his cologne was intoxicating, and she felt herself becoming wet. Clenching her thighs together, she prayed she got control of herself around him.

  She only lived about ten minutes from David’s house, and as much as she wanted to tell him to just take her to his place, that she’d wanted him for far longer than she probably should have, she kept her mouth shut.

  Lisabeth wasn’t someone who normally spoke her mind, wasn’t the type of person who felt confident in her appearance. She wasn’t svelte like her best friend, wasn’t thin, or so she thought when she looked at herself in the mirror. She had womanly curves, a thickness on her, and boobs and a booty that probably made her look on the plus size. But she loved how she looked, even if she didn’t have the confidence to go after what she wanted, even if no guys had ever paid attention to her.

  She glanced over at David, his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. He slowed at a stop light, the red glow coming through the windshield moving along his huge, muscular body. He glanced over to her, and she looked away quickly, feeling her face heat as embarrassment stole over her at the fact he’d caught her watching him.

  And even though she was staring out the passenger side window she could feel his gaze on her, as if he were reaching out and actually touching her, stroking her flesh.

  Lisabeth could imagine them together, in his room, on his bed. She’d be under him, his big body dwarfing hers, pressing her to the mattress. He’d take his hands and spread her thighs apart, exposing the most intimate part of her, the part of her body that was aching and wet just for David.

  She started breathing harder, felt beads of sweat line the valley between her breasts. She was getting worked up over her thoughts, and if she didn’t control herself David would no doubt be able to see her reaction, possibly even tell what she was thinking.

  Before Lisabeth knew what was happening they were at her small rented house, the one-bedroom structure lonely on more than one night. It wasn’t even the fact she tended to stay with Rachel; more times than not, she’d been staying at her place since interning. It just seemed odd for her to stay in David’s home when she worked for him.

  He pulled the car into her driveway and cut the engine. For long seconds they just sat there, the silence stretching between them, the heat in the vehicle escalating.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, and reached for the door handle when his deep voice stopped her.

  “Lisabeth, wait.”

  Her heart raced as she looked over at him, the shadows in the vehicle placed across his face. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he just continued to watch her.

  “Good night,” he finally said.

  And just like that the moment was gone, vanished as if it hadn’t happened.

  “Good night,” she whispered in return and got out of the car. She hated walking away, but the one thing that still had her heart racing was the fact he’d looked at her with …desire.

  4

  The days passed and throughout it all Lisabeth was a permanent fixture within his office. At first David had found her presence refreshing even if it did mean he was in pain every single day. He’d always find her in the most compromising positions, from bent over the copy machine to picking something up off the floor.

  The woman had the most perfect, rounded ass he’d ever seen before in his life. The skirts she wore, and they were always knee length, molded against her curves like a second skin and the temptation to run his hands across her plump cheeks was getting harder and harder to deny.

  Most of the day he had a hard-on that meant he spent a lot of time behind his desk. He also experienced jealousy. He wasn’t the only man within the office who liked her or wanted her. A couple of men had approached her and he wanted to fucking kill them for even breathing near her.

  The possession he felt toward his daughter’s best friend shocked him. This wasn’t what he was used to.

  Women came to him.

  They wanted him.

  He didn’t have to do any chasing at all.

  Lisabeth, she smiled sweetly at him, spoke her mind. She was respectful, sweet, charming, and he wondered constantly what it would be like to have those sweet lips wrapped around his dick as he slid into her mouth and made her swallow him. Would it be so wrong to force her to her knees at his feet, to present his dick, and watch her worship him?

  Stop it!

  She’s your daughter’s best friend.

  She has needs also.

  What if she wants it just as badly as you do?

  He didn’t have the time to think about this.

  His thoughts should be occupied with work, not with bending Lisabeth over his desk so that he could slide his dick inside her tight pussy.

  David watched her move across the office and knock on his door. Staying in his chair, he smiled at her. “What can I do for you today?”

  “I’ve got another message from Rachel. She’s not going to be able to make your dinner again this evening. She said sorry and that she’d make it up to you soon.”

  He sighed. “What exactly is she up to? Do I need to be worried?”

  “It’s Rachel. I’m sure she’s busy with several of her assignments at work.”

  “Do I need to worry about a guy in her life?”

  She chuckled. “You’re obsessed with men in our lives.”

  “I can’t help it. I care.” He didn’t like the jealousy that rushed through him at the thought of another man getting to touch Lisabeth.

  She’s not yours, asshole.

  He tapped his fingers on the counter and noticed her flushed chest and cheeks. She wasn’t wearing a jacket either, nor a padded bra, and he saw her beaded nipples pressing against her shirt. They were so tight, and his mouth watered at the thought of how good she’d taste.

  Whenever he was near her, she always smelled amazing to him, and now he wanted a taste. He wondered if her pussy was as sweet as he imagined her to be.

  “You want to come out again with me? Stop me looking like a miserable old man.”

  She chuckled. “You’re not a miserable old man, David. Far from it.”

  “I’m starting to feel like it. My daughter is always busy. I’m always working.” Against his better judgement, he stood up, and quickly buttoned up his jacket, hoping it was long enough to hide the state of his arousal.

  “You have a meeting in conference room seven. Would you like me to be present?” she asked.

  “Yes, please.” He’d completely forgotten about the meeting. This was another problem. His thoughts were so focused on Lisabeth that everything else always failed to match up to her. It was like for most of his life he’d been going through the motions, sleeping away his life, and the moment Lisabeth had entered, everything became clear to him. She was more important than work.

  Knowing she was okay, happy, getting everything she wanted out of life was far more important.

  He touched his tie, which hadn’t been right all day, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to make it work.

  She laughed again, that sweet little sound that went straight to his balls.

  Lisabeth stepped into the room. Her fingers were on the tie, loosening it before working the loop over and around, then back again.

  “You can do a tie,” he said, and wanted to slap himself at how damn stupi
d he sounded.

  “Yes, I can. It’s not hard work, and I had a little brother who was obsessed with them. That’s how I spent most of my weekends to keep him entertained. Not with ties, I mean, but with knots. He likes to practice them all.” She pressed her lips together, and every now and then her knuckles brushed against his skin, making his rock-hard dick even harder, if that was possible. It certainly felt like it.

  She bit her lip, and all he wanted to do was suck that lip right out of her mouth. When did he become this man? The man that got his rocks off on a young woman, young enough to be his daughter.

  Lisabeth wasn’t his daughter, though.

  She was an amazing, beautiful woman but that didn’t make his feelings any easier to deal with.

  “I saw Bruce talking to you earlier,” he said.

  Bruce was a bastard. He went through the young interns at the office faster than he changed his boxer briefs.

  “Yes.”

  He heard her sigh. He hoped that wasn’t appreciation for him.

  “I’d stay away from him, Lisabeth. He’s not a good man.”

  She pressed her hands to his chest, smiling at him. There was a twinkle in her eyes. “David, I may be young but I can spot an asshole no matter what. Bruce, he asked me out to dinner and the whole time, he was staring at my tits. That’s not what I’m after. He reminds me of all the guys in college that I want nothing to do with. Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”

  Her hands stayed on his chest, and as she made to pull away, he caught her wrists. Time seemed to stand still, and he didn’t have a fucking clue what to do, what to say.

  5

  Lisabeth watched as David commanded the boardroom. The way he stood, the focus everyone had on him, the attention he garnered, showed how powerful he really was. She sat behind a desk, a slew of paperwork scattered across the top.

  She’d left the meeting after her work there was done, her dictation short-lived as he started speaking stats to the attendees.

  She should be filing them, making copies of contracts, doing everything an intern should, but instead the sight of David transfixed Lisabeth. Tonight they would go to dinner, and although she had to assume it was strictly friendly, that he was just doing this because he didn’t want to be alone because Rachel had canceled, all Lisabeth could think of was being honest with him.

  But she was afraid, so afraid of being truthful, of opening herself up and laying everything out there. This wasn’t some silly crush she had, some schoolgirl infatuation. She loved David. She had been in love with him for years but had kept it bottled up, afraid to cross lines, afraid it might ruin her relationship with Rachel … scared shitless that David would reject her.

  And she wouldn’t blame him if he did.

  He was older, refined, probably set in his ways. She’d been a fixture in his life for a long time because she was Rachel’s best friend. The reality was he probably saw her as nothing more than that… his daughter’s friend. But her emotions, the love she felt for him ate her up, trying to control her.

  She lay awake most nights envisioning herself lying next to him, his strong arms wrapped around her body, his whispered words moving along the shell of her ear. In her fantasies she loved him and he loved her. They had a beautiful, wonderful life, and there were no stigmas or stipulations placed on them or their relationship by society.

  Then again, that’s why it was a fantasy. Not reality. And it probably never would be.

  She ran her palms over the pencil skirt she wore, her skin slightly damp from her nerves. Her heart was racing and she could feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear. She was envisioning tonight, just saying screw it all and be honest. But on the heels of that she thought of him turning her down and her having to come to work and see him daily. It was too much of a risk, one she couldn’t take.

  She had a few more weeks of interning for him. Maybe then, on her last day, she would finally be honest. At least then she wouldn’t have to see him daily at work. Lisabeth could decide to limit her visits to Rachel’s house to when he wasn’t there.

  Yes, that’s what she would do. She would wait until the time was right, until she had enough strength to finally admit that she was in love with him. And although she knew he would probably smile and gently tell her that was sweet, but it would never work out, she still had to try.

  She had to for her own sanity.

  The meeting was adjourned and everybody stood up and started filing out of the boardroom. Lisabeth quickly looked down and started organizing the paperwork on her desk, not wanting David to know she’d been staring at him, watching him this whole time.

  The chatter of conversation around her as everybody headed down the hallway to their respective offices filled her head, momentarily distracting her. And when the hallway was quiet, when everybody had left, she still felt as if she were being watched, as if she weren’t alone.

  She lifted her head and looked back into the boardroom, only to see David standing there staring at her. His body was big, his three-piece suit not hiding the fact that he was muscular and strong. His focus was trained right on her, and his stare felt like a tangible touch, fingers running along her arms, to her erogenous zones.

  Lisabeth licked her lips as time seemed to slow. The look he gave her did not seem friendly, did not seem professional. It looked like a man who desired, who wanted more.

  He watched her in the way she probably was watching him, her need evident in her expression.

  Maybe, just maybe there was a spark of desire and need in him toward her, one that wouldn’t make her feel totally humiliated when she finally admitted that she loved him.

  6

  David had never found a meeting to go on for so long or for it to be so much like torture. Watching Lisabeth was becoming a hobby to him. He loved the way she seemed to take everything in and the intelligence behind her eyes; it made him rock hard every single time.

  The first meeting and he’d been hard as rock and distracted.

  There was no way this could continue. As everyone filed out, he saw Lisabeth stand and make her way over to the water cooler.

  She bent down and the way the skirt molded to her ass, he wasn’t sure if she’d even bothered to wear any panties today. He headed out of the room and stopped a few feet from where she was.

  “It was a good meeting,” he said.

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “Yes.”

  Did she sound breathy or was that just him?

  “I can promise you they’re not all like that.”

  “I imagine not. Is that why you limit them to like once a week? I saw that you have the odd meeting here or there but nothing that intense.”

  “Meetings are necessary, kind of like taxes, only some days I’d take the taxes over the meetings.”

  “They’re not that bad. You knew how to handle that, but then, you are the boss.”

  “That I am. Is that what you’re hoping to be one day? The boss?”

  “I don’t know, to be honest. I think it will be easier for me to be my own boss rather than relying on other people. I worry about clashing with others. I don’t want my work environment to be hostile. Is that why you decided to build your own company?” she asked. She pushed some hair off her face as she moved around the desk, gathering cups and putting them on the tray. He wanted to tell her to stop, that they had cleaning staff, but he loved watching her move.

  “Yeah. I don’t play well with others. I’ve always been the kind of guy that does his own thing, that takes risks. Following another man’s dream, that was never what I was about. I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted to run my company and the first opportunity that was open to me, I took it. I didn’t ask questions.”

  “Considering you’re an employer, shouldn’t you be telling me all about the benefits of working for you?”

  “You’re your own person, Lisabeth. Some people are happy just going to a job, doing their time, getting paid, going home. That’s fine. I have
no problem with that. Others need more. They have a vision and if that’s something you want to explore, then please, do not hesitate to come to me. To ask for help. I’d like to help you achieve everything you ever wanted.” She was a hard-working woman.

  Lisabeth had been a good influence on his daughter, making her do homework, study, everything he always struggled to do.

  “Thank you.”

  “Anytime.”

  Getting to his feet, he began to gather up the remainder of the files. The door was closed, giving them privacy.

  “Any hot dates lately?” he asked.

  She chuckled and glanced over her shoulder at him. “None. You’re very interested in my personal life.”

  “I’m just curious. My daughter thinks I should be more involved in knowing everything about her.”

  Lisabeth folded her arms, turning toward him. “No she doesn’t.”

  “What?”

  “Rachel doesn’t want you to get to know her or to take an interest in what she does. It’s her way of making you feel guilty that when she asks you for money, you don’t ask why because you feel bad.”

  He’d already figured that out but he wasn’t about to let Lisabeth know that he was interested in her private life, not his daughter’s. He was very much aware that Rachel wasn’t a saint.

  Being a father was tough, especially when it came to girls, as he knew what men were thinking. He was a fucking man. Look at his dirty thoughts about Lisabeth. There’s no way he’d want another man to go near her.

  “And no,” she said. “Not when you asked this morning, or yesterday. I don’t have a hot date. A hot guy. I told you what I’m looking for.” With each word she spoke, she took a step toward him.

  The instant she was near, all thought left him, all common sense completely abandoned him.

  He shouldn’t be having these dirty thoughts or these feelings about her, but he couldn’t help it.

  Staring into her eyes, he saw a spark behind them.

  This is your daughter’s best friend.