My Best Friend's Daddy (Forbidden Temptations)

by Sofia T Summers

  I swallowed again. Fuck. I began to pace. “I behaved inappropriately. So first off, I want to apologize. I never should’ve touched you like that or treated you like that. I initiated things and I let things get too far.”

  “Last time I checked,” Holly purred, “you should only apologize when the other person was hurt, and I was far from upset by what you did.”

  “That doesn’t matter. You’re young, I understand why this all seems like fun and games to you. But it’s not. It’s my job as the older person to be responsible.”

  Holly had a playful look on her face, but she didn’t say anything else.

  “We can’t do that again,” I told her, stopping in front of where she sat on the bed. “I’m sorry that I did that, that I did—anything, and I hope that you can forgive me for my behavior. Because you’ll see in time that it was wrong.”

  Holly shook her head. She still had that playful look on her face. “I’m not interested in your apology, Keith.”

  She stood up and took that one small step that put us almost touching, looking up at me through her lashes. I could see her pert, gorgeous breasts pushing up against the fabric of her outfit, and found myself mesmerized.

  “I want something else,” she said softly. “I want to do it again.”

  12

  Holly

  Keith stared at my breasts as I stood up, and then his gaze snapped to me as though he thought I’d slap him for staring—when that was exactly what I wanted him to do. When I told him what I wanted—him—he looked away. I could see the guilt in his eyes, but I could also see the desire in him, just as I’d seen it the other night.

  I just needed to convince that desire to get louder than his misgivings.

  Booking this hotel room was a stroke of genius. I was so glad I’d taken that risk and done it.

  “I knew you’d try to apologize and be a gentleman,” I said. “But I’m not sorry about what happened and I’m not going to forgive you, because forgiving you would mean that what we did was wrong.”

  “It was wrong,” Keith said. His voice was hoarse and he still wouldn’t look at me.

  “It was beautiful,” I corrected him. I slid my hands up his chest, delighting in the muscles under my touch, and then moved them down to dip my fingertips underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling that warm, firm skin. “And I’ll find a way to prove it to you.”

  Keith would take some convincing, and that was fair. But in my opinion the best way to prove to him that what we had was amazing was to do it again. He would resist, of course, trying to be noble. It made sense—he saw this as a betrayal, and so he wouldn’t want to dig himself a further hole. But I knew that if we cared about each other this couldn’t possibly be wrong. I’d been in love with him for years, and it was my turn to finally have him.

  I sank to my knees, and Keith groaned, his hand sliding into my hair. “Holly—you have your whole life ahead of you, you’re going to meet a nice guy your age—”

  “I don’t want someone my age,” I told him. I kissed at his cock through his pants, and felt him getting hard under my lips. I shivered, heat sliding through me. God, yes. “I don’t want someone nice. I want a strong man in the prime of his life. I want you.”

  I undid his pants, waiting for him to stop me, to push me away, but none of that happened. Keith stared down at me, open-mouthed, fire in his eyes.

  “You’re so big,” I whispered. Oh, God, I was so wet already.

  “This is going to ruin the relationship between our families. It’s going to ruin two friendships.”

  “Shh. It isn’t going to ruin anything, because no one has to know.”

  I knew I had to go slow. Before Dawn and Daddy could know, I had to convince Keith that I was the woman for him. I had to show him that I was the person he should spend the rest of his life with, and then we could tell other people.

  Sure, Dawn and Daddy would be upset. I was prepared for that. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that somehow they’d just magically be happy for us and accept it right away. But they would have to get over it in the end.

  Some might call me spoiled, but I preferred to think that the universe ended up giving me what I wanted because deep down I deserved it. And I definitely deserved Dr. Keith Fletcher. I was a woman who knew what she wanted—and I had the courage to go after it and get it. It was only a matter of patience and work.

  Keith groaned again as I took his hardening cock into my hand and licked it. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” I whispered.

  “You’re a dangerous woman,” he murmured in response, which was far from a no.

  I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it. I got even wetter from the sensation and slid my hand between my legs, rubbing at myself through my underwear.

  “God, you’re so eager,” Keith growled. His hand tightened in my hair. “So bold, it’s so fucking hot, you have no idea…”

  Slowly, I worked up to taking more and more of his cock, licking and sucking at it, fondling his balls with my free hand. It took a bit of work, breathing through my nose, but soon I was able to take almost all of it. His cock was so thick, heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips and jaw wide, and I loved it. I loved the control he had over me, how he could use me and make me his little toy.

  “You really like this, don’t you?” Keith said. He sounded wondering and turned on, and I moaned around his cock, rubbing myself harder as I soaked my underwear, completely ruining it. “Yeah, take it, take all of it, you just love getting fed my cock.”

  I moaned. I did, I really did.

  Keith tightened his hold on my hair. “Hold still, sweetheart. And don’t touch yourself. That’s all for me. You’re gonna come from my fingers and my cock.”

  Oh, God, that was so fucking hot. I’d never heard dirty talk like this before and it was making me melt. I whimpered in approval and held still, no longer rubbing myself, slick sliding down my thighs as Keith began to slowly, shallowly fuck my mouth.

  Yes, yes, yes. It was so hot I couldn’t even stand it. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to be touched, I wanted to come so badly.

  Keith was gentle, never too rough with me, never hurting, as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. I loved how in control he was, how dominant he was. It made my entire body light up like fireworks.

  Then, without warning, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I whimpered, wishing he’d come down my throat, wanting to swallow him. But Keith had a wicked gleam in his eye.

  “Oh no,” he murmured. “If we’re going to do this, then we’re going all the way. I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Please,” I moaned. I could feel myself clenching around nothing, feeling empty, hollow, wanting him to fill me. “I want you.”

  “Oh, trust me, I know you do.” Keith gave me a knowing smirk and lifted me to my feet, picking me up and then carrying me over to the bed, tossing me lightly onto it.

  The show of strength had all of my breath leaving me in a hot rush. I spread my legs and bit my lip, showing myself off for him, but Keith shook his head teasingly. “Let’s get you out of those clothes this time. I want to see all of you.”

  Yes. This was why I knew he wanted me. He could fight it all he wanted, but I knew how this was going to end. We belonged together and it would only be a matter of time until he realized that.

  Keith stripped off his clothes and I tried not to fumble with mine as I got them off. He was so handsome, so sexy. All those planes of muscle and miles of skin that I had dreamed about for ages was finally mine to stare at and touch. I hadn’t gotten to see all of it last time, since we’d still been dressed when we’d done it on the desk, and now I had to take a moment to stare and just… take it all in.

  Keith seemed to be thinking the same thing, staring openly at me with a starving look on his face, like a wolf about to attack a lamb. God, I couldn’t wait to be devoured.

  He braced himself over me on the bed with one hand and slid his other hand up my legs. I licked my lips, staring at
the muscles shifting under his skin—his strong, thick biceps, his flexing torso—as he slid his fingers between my legs and rubbed at my soaking wet folds.

  “You’re so desperate already, baby, just from blowing me,” he noted. He sounded wrecked and wicked all at once.

  His finger slid inside of me and I moaned helplessly, loving them but already wanting more.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, let’s take the edge off, shall we?” He kissed along my thighs and stomach. I could remember what that mouth, that tongue, had felt like against me the other night and I shivered.

  God, I was so close already. His thumb rubbed and circled my clit mercilessly, another finger sliding into me and curling. I wanted him so badly, so—so badly—oh God…

  “Love when you come just for me, because of me,” Keith growled. “I’m the one who makes you come, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Nobody else, not even you. It’s all me.”

  “Yes!” I gasped out. I loved giving him what he wanted, I loved him being in control like this. “Yes, Keith, yes…”

  “I’m going to make you come so hard even touching yourself won’t be enough for you. You’ll want me to do it for you.”

  God yes.

  I spilled over, my orgasm feeling like an ocean wave crashing over me, and I writhed on his fingers. Keith groaned and pulled his fingers out of me, pressing them to my lips. “Suck.”

  Holy fuck, that was so hot. I sucked on his fingers, tasting myself, my own orgasm, the evidence of what Keith could do to me.

  Keith stared at me sucking on his fingers, his eyes looking almost completely black with his desire. I could see his hard cock, the one I had sucked just minutes earlier, jutting up thick and red between his legs, ready to enter me.

  God, I wanted it inside me. “Please,” I repeated. “Fuck me.”

  Keith smirked. “Oh, trust me.” His voice was pure sin. “I’ll give you a proper fucking you won’t ever forget.”

  I shivered. Fuck, yes, that was exactly what I wanted. I couldn’t wait.

  13

  Keith

  I had never seen anything so goddamn mind-meltingly hot as Holly, naked and flushed with orgasm, legs spread, slick all over her thighs and her gleaming pussy, looking up at me through her lashes as she begged me to fuck her.

  Although, a close second was when she’d been on her knees with those pretty pouty lips wrapped around my cock. She’d been so fucking brazen, pulling my cock out and sucking on it like that, and it had taken nothing at all for me to take control and fuck her mouth. She’d liked it, moaning and blushing, touching herself, getting herself off to me facefucking her.

  It was so fucking hot. She had no idea how close I’d been to blowing my load and shooting down her throat. I’d been tempted, but… another time. I wanted to fuck her properly, both of us naked, the way I hadn’t gotten the chance to the other night.

  This little miss confident, this woman who thought she had it all under control, was about to find out what real control was. I was going to give her the fucking of her life and have her a wreck. She’d never even consider being with another man by the time I was through with her.

  Her words rang in my ears, her words of wanting a strong, virile man in his prime—a man like me. That settled something in my chest, made me purr with satisfaction. Damn right I’d show her a real man’s power and the pleasure I could bring her.

  My hands moved up her body to those perfect breasts and squeezed them. Holly whimpered. “K-Keith, please,” she whispered. Her gaze was glued to my cock. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

  “Look at you begging so nicely.” I smirked at her. “Turn over, onto your hands and knees.”

  While I would miss being able to see her face while I fucked her, this way I could touch her breasts and fuck her deeper and harder than the missionary position.

  A look of delight and anticipation crossed over Holly’s face as she bit her lip and turned around, doing as she was told. She was so eager to obey me, and I loved it. We were so compatible that in moments like these I couldn’t remember why I thought us being together was a bad idea.

  I stroked my cock just to make sure it was nice and slicked up with my precome, and then took two handfuls of that gorgeous ass, lining myself up to slide into her.

  Fuck, she was so tight and hot. Obviously my memory, as vivid as it was, hadn’t been enough to really prepare me for the feeling of being in her again. She was sweeter than cherry pie. I couldn’t resist sliding into her until my hips were flush against her ass, bottoming out, and Holly cried out and clenched around me.

  My vision blurred for a moment as I struggled to adjust to her. I nearly came right then and there, overwhelmed by how delicious she felt. Holly made tiny panting mewls, trembling, fluttering wildly around my cock. “Fuck, yes, baby, that’s it,” I encouraged her, stroking her sides to soothe her. “Take it all, every inch of it.”

  “You’re so big,” she moaned. “It feels so good…”

  “Yeah, and you’re taking it so well, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” I could feel her relaxing around me bit by bit, getting used to me inside of her again.

  This was only the second time she’d had sex, after all. The thought thrilled me. I was the only man who’d ever been inside of her and I couldn’t believe it. It delighted me on every level. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling her curves, her soft stomach, her tight ass, her heavy, beautiful breasts.

  Holly moaned a little and pushed her hips back into me, as if she could somehow take more of my cock than she already had. “Keith…”

  I was quickly growing addicted to the way she begged for me. It was so pretty and arousing.

  Slowly, just to be careful, I started thrusting into her. This angle was perfect, so fucking deep, getting me into her all the way. Holly kept crying out, making desperate little noises as she trembled and let me fuck her. At first it seemed to be all she could do to hold still and take in the sensations, but then she started to push back into my thrusts, tiny uh uh uh noises in the back of her throat. Fuck, that was addicting. Something about them being so quiet made them seem even more intimate than her louder noises, and I relished them.

  I began to thrust into her harder, faster, keeping up those deep strokes. Holly encouraged me, pushing back into me and squeezing around me. I lightly spanked that sweet ass of hers and she moaned. I could feel her getting wetter.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Yes!”

  I spanked her again and felt her gushing around me. Fuck, she was so hot. I spanked her one more time, just to feel her clenching and slick on my cock, and then tightened my grip on her hips to focus on fucking her properly.

  The entire rest of the world disappeared, the only thing I could think about, could focus on, being the feel of her around me, the ways I could touch her body. I bent over her, kissing the knobs of her spine, my cock sliding into her harder and harder. She was so slick, it was like sinking a hot knife into butter, and it felt so good that I could feel my vision blurring. I had never been this desperately turned on for anyone before. I’d never been so out of my mind with ecstasy.

  Holly seemed just as out of control. She kept making all of these noises, like she wasn’t even aware of how loud or numerous they were. I felt drunk on them. I wanted to record her so that I could listen to those sounds on a loop all the time, even when we were apart.

  Like this, together, chasing our pleasure, all else about the world didn’t matter. I couldn’t remember anything, couldn’t think about anything, except for the feel of her under my hands, under my mouth, around my cock. Mine, my heart kept chanting. Mine, mine, mine.

  The thought reminded me of something: the collar I had hidden away in my home.

  I lightly stroked her throat, picturing that beautiful little collar there, and Holly moaned. The sound shot straight through me and I thrust into her harder, faster. “You like that?”

  “Ye—es,” she moaned. “P-please…”

  I
wrapped my hand lightly around her throat, just enough to imitate how a collar would feel, and Holly whimpered, writhing on my cock. “What if I put a pretty collar on that gorgeous neck of yours?” I asked.

  I knew I shouldn’t be asking that, that it was probably far too soon, but I was overwhelmed with lust. I wanted her wearing my collar, sobbing my name, I wanted her to look in the mirror and know who she belonged to.

  Holly gasped and shivered, clenching around my cock. “I’d—oh, oh—I’d wear it…”

  “Mmm, would you? You’d wear a collar for me?”

  “Yes, yes, it would feel so good, please, Keith, please…”

  She begged so prettily for me, like she was just made to be mine. I would take such good fucking care of her, I wanted to take good care of her, I wanted to make her feel so good she couldn’t fucking stand it. I wanted to be the only man she ever was with, that she’d wear such a pretty thing for me, to show everyone who she was.

  I tightened my arm around her waist and pressed my front to her back, sealing us together as I fucked her harder, faster. “You’d look so good like that,” I whispered, right in her ear. “I’d fuck you in front of a mirror so you could see yourself, see you wearing the collar and me fucking you, and you’d know that nobody else could make you feel this good, wouldn’t you? You’d be so sexy like that, beautiful and all mine.”

  “Oh, yes.” Holly moaned desperately like she was seconds from coming. “It’d be so hot, I love when you make me yours, make me all yours, I want to feel you for a week, I want to wear your collar, please, please!”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, I wasn’t going to last with how good she felt and the things she was begging me to do. “Mine,” I snarled, hardly recognizing my own voice, and I reached down between us to rub at her clit.

  Holly screamed, shaking, and became so tight around me that I had no choice but to come as well, spilling hot and slick inside of her. The idea of filling her up, of marking her on the inside like that, gave me another strong pulse of pleasure.