Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “See? All it takes is communication to make the world go round. Burgers are almost ready. Are you hungry?”

  “Fucking famished!” Suddenly, Scottie’s mood is lifted by the thought of a real, safe burger. Not the cow patties at Cow Patty’s. “Donnie, Mom took us to Cow Patty’s for lunch. Like, how gross is that?”

  “That’s nasty. I thought she had better taste than that, to be honest.”

  “Well, she’s divorcing you, if that tells you anything about her taste,” Scottie spits. It still doesn’t make any sense to her, how her mother could drop a younger, handsome, established man like Donnie.

  “Let’s not make her decisions our personal problem, Scott. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  Donnie places the burgers on two toasted buns, and garnishes them with onion, tomato, and avocado. “Dinner is served!” He sets a plate in front of Scottie and the other plate at the seat next to her. Scottie devours her food – she was famished. After only eating that dinky little grilled cheese, she needed something solid to eat.

  “Donnie, what do you mean we can’t do this anymore?” she asks in a low voice after finishing her meal.

  “Scottie, it’s not good for our father-daughter relationship,” he replies, his voice sounding strained.

  “You’re not my father, Donnie.” Scottie gets off of her stool and stands behind her stepfather, clapping her hand down on his shoulders. “I just like playing daddy-daughter with you. And, I know you like it, too.” She leans close to him as she speaks. The sweet, smoky aroma of cigar wafts lightly from his hair, mingled with light sweat and cologne. The broad, solidness of his shoulders beneath her hands invites her mind to wander.

  Donnie turns around in his seat to face her. He places both of his rough, warm hands on either side of her face. “I just don’t want you to get into trouble. Or to get hurt. Or to get over involved in what’s happening with your mother and me. That’s all.”

  “Donnie,” she says, gazing into his rich brown eyes. “I want nothing to do with you and my mother. That’s why I don’t want to live with her. She won’t stop talking about it, and she won’t stop trying to prove her point or convince herself she’s right. So, don’t worry about what we do. I don’t pick sides.”

  Chapter Five

  Scottie slowly undoes Donnie’s tie from behind, pressing her body into his back. She slides the expensive black sport jacket off of his shoulders. And he just lets her. He can’t protest or say no, because they both know that they both want it. “I have to admit, you have good taste in women,” he says, as Scottie brushes her lips against the back of his neck. The carefully cut hair prickles like velvet against her mouth. She sucks in the smell of his hair. “Cassy’s definitely an attractive young lady.”

  “She’s definitely not blind to it when you flirt with her.”

  “She’s mentioned it a time or two,” Scottie says, reaching around his strong, solid body to unbutton his shirt.

  “Isn’t she kind of shy, though?” He leans his head back against Scottie’s chest, looking up at her as she leans in further to take off his shirt.

  “Yea. But she eats pussy like a pro, regardless,” Scottie purrs into his ear, running the tip of her tongue along its edge.

  “You like having your pussy eaten?”

  “What girl doesn’t, Daddy? Every girl deserves to have her pussy eaten out.” Scottie’s hand ventures across the canvas of his bare chest and belly, down to the growing bulge between his legs. His cock, thick with arousal, fighting against the fabric of his slacks.

  “You know, I could use some desert.” Donnie rises from the bar stool, shrugging the shirt off his torso. The folds between Scottie’s legs throb and pulse as she takes his beautiful body in. “Since I made dinner, will you do the honors?”

  Scottie bends down to unlace her skates, pushing her ass out in front of Donnie. She wants him to notice. And notice, he does. A warm, strong hand gently caresses her round ass, then grips it. Fistfuls of her ass in his fists as she pulls the skates off. “Of course I can do the honors.” Scottie pulls herself up onto the bar as Donnie jerks her body closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He doesn’t hesitate with kissing her slowly, decadent tongue movements sharpening her appetite for him. But she knows it’s his appetite she needs to feed.

  He gently pushes her back onto the bar so that she’s laying down. Pulling up a bar stool to take a seat. He then unbuttons her tight fitting jean shorts and unzips them slowly, then yanking them along with her panties from her body. Donnie then begins his dining experience between his stepdaughter’s legs. Scottie gasps as he expertly moves his tongue in slow, subtle circles around the lips of her pussy. Then, he switches up the strokes to up and down movements that glide directly across the achingly sweet folds. The warm, dull pleasure builds between her legs. Donnie sure takes his time, with each stroke of his tongue.

  Scottie can’t help but think that Cassy could take a lesson from him. Not that she wasn’t good at it. But Donnie, with all that experience Cassy finds intimidating, could really teach her how to eat pussy like a professional. Donnie rests his hands at the base of Scottie’s quivering belly. She tries to keep control over her body’s responses, but finds it impossible. Each swipe of his tongue slowly sliding along her pussy makes her want to cry out. She runs her fingers through his hair, grabbing it in her fists whenever the pressure from his tongue deepens. “Fuck, Daddy, that feels good,” she whimpers. She spreads her legs further, allowing the sensation of the cooler air to mingle with his warm, wet tongue.

  The smacking sounds of his mouth on her pussy make the rush more intense. Her breathing sharpens, deepening with each lick of his tongue. Finally, he covers her pussy with his mouth, gently tugging at her dewy folds with his lips. Then, he focuses his tongue on her clit, pressing the tip of it against her body’s pleasure pearl and vibrating it back and forth. Fuck, she can’t take it. Her back arches, her teeth clench, and her breathing turns into desperate panting. “Maybe you should teach Cassy a thing or two,” she says softly.

  “Maybe I should,” Donnie replies, looking up at her.

  Scottie chuckles and stretches her body out on the counter. “Slumber party with Daddy.”

  The End of Book 3 of 5

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  Book 19: Two Girls, One Stepdad 4

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  He is like an ocean: salty, strong, and deep. His body, dripping with sweat, moves closer to her. Deep, brown eyes gazing into her endless black ones. Sun kissed flesh warmed from his usual morning jog. He smells like the buttery warmth of morning. His mouth moves with his words, but she can’t hear them. Only the lull of her own voice. Next to her, Cassy’s curls fan out on the pillow, like golden rays of sunshine. Her pleasant body heat radiates with Scottie’s own mocha colored skin. Cassy giggles, touching Scottie’s thigh flirtatiously, as Donnie sits on the bed next to them.

  Donnie lays down on the other side of Scottie, sandwiching her in between. His cock presses into her thigh, commanding attention. The bare, pale flesh of Cassy rubs against Scottie from behind. She can feel her friend dry-humping her, reaching around into her panties to finger the wet spot that has formed. Cassy’s laughter continues, sweet like honey. Donnie pulls his cock from his boxer briefs, allowing the head to peak out over the hem.

  He rubs the head against the wet spot as Cassy slides her hands into Scottie’s panties to touch her round, perfect ass. Four warm hands roam the curves of h
er body, the wet, delicate sounds of affectionate kissing makes her wetter and wetter and wetter… until Scottie feels like she may drown in her own desire. Donnie pulls one of her legs over him, pulls the wet, sticky crotch of her panties aside, and rubs the head of his cock against her flowering, aching, begging folds. It barely dips into her opening before coming back and teasing her clit.

  Cassy cups her elegant hand around Scottie’s throat, grinding herself against Scottie’s supple ass. She can feel Cassy’s perfect breasts rubbing against her shoulder blades, the nipples hardened. Scottie draws Cassy’s hands onto her own breasts, inviting her to tweak them into an aching, swollen hill. The tip of Cassy’s tongue traces Scottie’s ear, the tingly wetness arousing Scottie’s body further.

  Finally, Donnie lays on his back, dick rocketing upward, and pulls Scottie over to straddle him. To take every inch of this man from this angle is daunting, but Scottie can’t help but want it. She slides herself down on top of him slowly, wincing at the incredible increase in pressure between her legs. Even if she wasn’t straddling her stepfather, she couldn’t pull her legs together with this width. She watches Cassy straddle his face, meeting her eyes, biting those perfect, pink lips of hers. Donnie draws Cassy down close to his mouth, and starts eating and licking her pussy like she’s an exotic fruit. His hips buck up and down. He’s unable to control himself. He’s moving too fast, the head pumping into the back of Scottie’s pussy. The dull, thick ache drums in the base of Scottie’s belly. What has she gotten herself into? He can’t control himself. And she’s certainly not in control herself. And Cassy’s definitely not the type to take control…

  So, who has control?

  Scottie jerks into an upright position in her bed. Holy shit, what kind of fucking dream was that? Beads of sweat form along her forehead, neck, and shoulders, making her shiver. It felt so real, the pressure from Donnie’s cock, Cassy’s lips leaving butterfly kisses across her skin. She glances at the clock. It’s only four in the morning. But she needs a glass of water after that. And maybe her ice cream scoop.

  Scottie picks herself up from her mattress, sliding her hand into her panties. She’s wet. Her pussy left a trail of her juices in the crotch of her panties. In fact, it seems to have soaked through. Trying to keep quiet so as not to awaken Donnie with the creakiness of stairs, Scottie makes her way into the kitchen. The ice cubes hit the bottom of the glass with a clink, and the water shushes into it. The ice cracks and fizzles. Scottie drinks the cup full until it’s empty, then fills it up again. She takes her time with the second glass, searching for the scoop. Donnie ran the dishwasher last night, so it should be clean.

  The front door opens, startling her and causing her to drop her glass of ice water. It shatters on the ground, glittering shards skittering across the floor. Water bleeding across the hardwood. “Hey, sport!” calls a rich, familiar voice from the door. “Did you drop something?”

  “Donnie, what the fuck are you doing up?” she calls, picking up the pieces of glass. “You scared the absolute shit out of me.”

  “Sorry, kiddo,” he replies contritely. As he walks into the kitchen, she notices his white t-shirt, soaked through with sweat. He’s wearing a pair of running shorts and tennis shoes. “It’s gonna be a hot one out there today. Already worked up a sweat.” He grabs a paper towel to wipe his dripping, chiseled face. “Looks like you have, too. You okay?”

  “Yea, just… I had a weird dream is all. Came downstairs for some water and forgot that you go out this early for you morning jog. Shit, it’s been forever since I’ve lived here.”

  “It wasn’t a nightmare, was it?”

  “No. Just weird.” The direct opposite of a nightmare, actually. Scottie thinks that it might be a dream come true, she’ll give it a little time.

  “Anyway, I don’t usually wake up this early. But I have an important new case to work on. I need to collect some new pieces of evidence and find a different angle. Figured I’d get a jump start.”

  “Good luck with that boring crap. I’m so glad I’m going to school for art, and didn’t let you talk me into a law degree.”

  “You’ll need a sugar daddy with that art degree,” he says matter-of-factly. “Artists don’t make much.”

  “That’s why I have you.” Scottie grabs the ice cream scoop and dodges up the stairs. She has to scratch this itch before it’s gone. “Have a nice day at work or whatever.”

  “I’m not going, yet!”

  Chapter Two

  Scottie fiercely thrusts the smooth, thick handle of the ice cream scoop in and out of her pussy, trying to remember every detail of the dream. She’s never considered a threesome before. But the current circumstances certainly have her craving one. Her breathing becomes heavy and raspy as she works herself into a frenzy. She doesn’t want this to take long. She needs to get back to sleep. The Savage Sallies have practice again today to prepare for the first derby race of the season. Scottie needs to keep herself in top form for this.

  She pounds herself with the scoop, attempting to recreate the sensation of Donnie’s cock pounding her. That same, deep, dull ache. Fuck, it’ll have to do. “Ooh,” she cries out. She can’t get the image out of her head: sweaty, hulking Donnie on one side of her and sweet Cassy on the other. Cassy riding on Donnie’s face, legs splayed on either side of his head as his tongue tasting her pussy.

  “Ahhh,” Scottie whimpers again. “Fuck.” She works herself harder, willing herself to cum, to release. The speed is what does it. Finally, her pussy clenches around the scoop, gripping it, as spasms of pleasure sends her reeling. “Ahhh, yea! Oh, God!” she cries out. She lays on her back for a moment, savoring the warm, glowing sensation that comes from pure sexual satisfaction.

  Finally, she peels herself from the mattress, and bounces back into the kitchen to put the ice cream scoop with the now dirty dishes. A freshly showered Donnie stands next to the coffee maker, patiently awaiting his morning brew. He grins at her sheepishly, knowingly, as she places the scoop into the sink. “What?” she asks, even though she damn well knows he knows. He must have heard her. Donnie doesn’t reply, but continues to grin at her.

  Scottie shrugs her shoulders before running back into her room. Hopefully, she can get back to sleep soon. She needs these last few hours of rest to perform well at practice today. The last people she wants to disappoint are the tough ladies on her team. She flops back down onto her mattress and pulls the covers around her body, cuddling into the fetal position. The dream continues to stick, even after she falls back asleep.

  She continues to re-experience small snippets of the threesome dream, awakening several times throughout the remainder of her time to sleep until the alarm clock on her phone signals the time to rise and awaken. Scottie groans. So much for catching the last few hours of rest before a grueling practice. She stretches, goes downstairs to make coffee, and catches a hot shower before she ventures out for the day. At least she has the weekend shows at The Sleepless Venue to look forward to tonight. Assuming she can survive the speeds and grinding of derby practice today, without breaking any bones.

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  The clack and skid of skates on the hardwood excites Scottie almost as much as sex does. She smells the wax on the floor, the musty scent of sweat, and the buttery aroma of summer sunshine as she enters into the practice arena. Some of the girls are already warming up for the day, making laps around the track, playfully pushing and shoving each other aside. Scottie looks into the stands to see who’s there to spectate today.

  Much to her surprise, she sees Cassy sitting in the very back row, a book in front of her face. “Hey, Cassy!” Scottie calls. Cassy looks up from her book, smiles, and waves. The sun shining through her hair creates a glow of a halo around her head. Scottie makes her way into the locker room, where her teammates gossip about the other teams.

  “Did you hear that Ansley transferred to the Vicious Vaginas? Kind of pisses me off, since she swore on her life she wouldn’t leave this team,” snarls Stacy as she
ferociously and forcefully ties her skate’s laces.

  “It’s no big deal,” says Bliss, leaning against her locker. “Not like she was one of the best racers anyway.”

  “That’s because I am,” Scottie says, playfully butting.

  “What’s up, Scott? Long time, no see. You still doing your fancy college thing?” Bliss says.

  “You bet. I’ve been studying art.”

  “Daddy paying for it or what?” spits Stacy sarcastically.

  “You know I have a scholarship, for starters. Also, I have a stepdad. I barely knew my real dad. Maybe you should brush up on your fucking manners, tough girl.” Scottie puts her civilian clothes in her own designated locker.

  “Life’s a bitch, Scott. Get used to it or get offended.” Stacy slams her locker door so it resounds throughout the room. “Besides, we got too much work to do today.”

  “Chill out, Stacy. Scott did great at practice the other day,” Bliss says.

  “Yea. I was there. Unlike you,” Scottie says, glaring at Stacy. One thing about it: not all the girls on the team were friends. Scottie and Stacy had never gotten along. In fact, Scottie regarded Stacy as more of a bully than a punk. She was always so pushy and rude. Downright rude, with no apologies or care for who she might hurt.

  “Don’t start shit with me, Scott. I’m not the one who’s got daddy’s money paying for my equipment. Or… stepdad or whatever. Pick your poison, bitch.”

  “Looks like you’ve already picked yours,” Scottie says. The team moves to the track to do a few warmup laps together. They line up at the starting point, leaning over to power their spring into action. The coach blasts the horn, and they’re off! The rush of excitement courses through Scottie’s veins. She sees her chance to fuck Stacy’s entire world up – in the friendliest way possible.