Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo Book 1)

by Katee Robert

  I undo his pants with trembling hands and draw his cock out. He’s even bigger than I remember and I bite my bottom lip as I stroke him. “You want me to let you inside with no condom, Daddy?” I hold him steady and rub myself against his length. “You want me to ride you bare?”

  “Get on my cock, Lily. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  I brace one hand on his shoulder and guide him to my entrance. “Fuck, you’re so big.” I writhe a little as I try to take him deeper. “I forgot how big you are.”

  “So fucking tight,” Shane mutters. He grips my hips, pressing me down, ever down.

  I gasp. “It’s too much.”

  “No it’s not.” He doesn’t stop, just keeps working me on his cock. “You’re going to take every inch, because you’re a good girl and that’s what good girls do. They take their Daddy’s cocks to the hilt.” And then, impossibly, I do.

  I rest my forehead against his as he keeps me pinned down onto him, not letting either of us move. “I missed you so much. Not just this. You.”

  “I missed you, too, Lily.” He shifts his head a little and then his mouth is on mine. Shane kisses me like he owns me, like he never doubted for a second that I’d make my way back to him. He kisses me like he’ll never get enough.

  Finally, finally, he breaks the kiss. “Now ride my cock. Show everyone watching what a good girl you are.”

  I reach behind me and brace my hands on his thighs. I don’t care if the entire neighborhood is watching. All that matters is the way Shane looks at me. He runs his hands up and down the front of my body. Cupping my breasts. Playing with my nipples. Circling my clit. Driving my desire higher and higher with each touch. He finally rests his thumb against my clit, letting me grind against that contact point. “Are you trying to hold out, Lily?”

  “Maybe,” I moan.

  “You’re trying to deny me that orgasm that’s mine by right.” He pulls me off his cock and the next thing I know, I’m face-down on the lounge chair with my ass in the air. Shane guides my feet to the ground, lifting my ass farther. “Just for that, I’m going to make you come until I get tired of eating your pretty pussy, and then I’m going to fuck your ass. You have a problem with that?”

  “No, Daddy!”

  “That’s what I fucking thought.” He spreads me and then his mouth is there, eating me out from behind. I have no idea if the guy across the fence is still watching, but the thought that he might be only ramps my desire hotter. Shane sucks on my clit and then fucks me with his tongue, finally moving up to work my ass. Before starting it all over again. It doesn’t take long before my legs are shaking and I’m clinging to the chair. “I’m close.”

  “Fuck yes, you are. You’re going to come all over my face.” He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down. He just drags the first orgasm out of me as if it truly is his by right. Shane holds me still as I shudder and writhe against his face. He chuckles darkly. “That’s a good start.”

  My eyes fly open. “Shane—”

  But he’s not listening. He starts tonguing me again, ruthlessly winding me up. It might have been six months since he had his mouth on me, but he hasn’t forgotten exactly what I need to get off. The second orgasm hits like a freight train and my legs give out. Shane barely catches me before I hit the chair, and he wastes no time scooping me into his arms. “That’s enough of a show for now. He’ll have to imagine the rest.”

  He stalks into the house, and I blink in the seeming darkness after being in the sun. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

  “Six months, Lily. I’ve had six months of wanting you and being denied. I’d fuck you right in the middle of the street if that’s where I found you today.”

  He takes the stairs two at a time and walks into the bedroom. Shane sets me on my feet and releases me. “Get on the bed. Show me how good I made that pussy feel.”

  I scramble onto the bed and spread my legs. “So good, Daddy.” I part my pussy as he strips, his gaze on me. “See how good? I’m so wet from coming, so ready for your cock.”

  Shane slips his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the bed, and then takes off his pants. “I’m going to take a picture of you, Lily. In fact, I’m going to take several.”

  It’s not quite a question, but I’m already nodding. “Yes, do it.”

  He lifts his phone and snaps one. Then he moves in closer. “You can do better than that. Wider.” I whimper and obey, spreading my pussy lips. “Good girl,” he mutters and the camera on the phone clicks again. “Up.”

  I sit up and gasp when he grips my chin. “Did you wear this pink lipstick for me?”

  I nod as much as I can. “You said you wanted to see my pretty pink lips wrap around your cock.”

  The expression in his dark eyes is devastating. “Open.” He holds the phone steady as he eases his cock into my mouth. “That’s right, baby girl. Suck me.”

  I moan and work to take him deeper. Over and over again, until he tosses the phone to the side and brackets my head with his hands, easing me off his cock. “You’ve got to stop if you want me to last.”

  “Maybe I want you to come on my tits.”

  Shane curses and gives me a gentle push to have me flop onto my back. “We have time.” Except he’s not looking at me like we have time. He’s looking at me like I’m a feast laid out for his benefit and he doesn’t know where to start. He finally kneels between my thighs and pushes two fingers into me. “Your ass is mine later. I need your pussy right now.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He moves to sit with his back against the headboard and motions me over. “Come here. Face away from me.”

  As I obey, I’m slammed with the memory of what happened last time we were in this exact position. He even left the door open. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” He guides his cock into me and I sink down until he’s sheathed completely. Just like last time, Shane presses one hand to my pussy and brackets my throat with the other. “Did you think I didn’t notice?”

  I start riding him slowly, up and down his cock, rubbing myself against his hand. “Notice what?”

  “You didn’t stop when he walked in.” He kisses my shoulder. “You looked right at him and rode me until you came.”

  Six months has taken the sting out of my breakup. Without all the emotional baggage, there’s only heat left to play this out. “It felt too good to stop,” I murmur. “I didn’t care if he was watching. I needed to come all over my Daddy’s cock.”

  “You like being watched, don’t you, Lily?” He nips my earlobe. “You like it when I fuck you in the kitchen because the neighbors might see. You like it in the backyard for the same reason. It’s why you’re naked and playing with your pussy by the pool every chance you get.”

  I grind down hard on his cock. “Yes.” I moan. I lick my lips. “You love it, too.” I ride him faster. “You loved fingering my pussy while you waved at the neighbors. And putting that plug in my ass in the parking lot. And fucking me in your truck. You can’t get enough of my pussy, can you, Daddy?”

  “I can’t get enough of you.” His fingers flex on my throat. Not enough to do anything but remind me of how much bigger he is, how much more powerful. “We should stop,” he rumbles. “I think I hear someone coming up the stairs.”

  Even though it’s pretend, I moan loud and long. “I don’t care. I can’t stop.”

  “Walking down the hallway.”

  “I’m so close, Daddy. Don’t make me stop.”

  “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  And then I’m coming, crying out and slumping back against him. He topples me onto my stomach and goes to his knees behind me. Shane grips my hips and yanks me back as he thrusts forward, impaling me on his cock. “I’m feeling generous because you orgasmed so sweetly. Where do you want my come, baby girl?”

  “My breasts. All over them.”

  He flips me onto my back and drives into me. Shane treats me like I’m a precious fuck toy, and I can’t get enough
. As his strokes start to go wild, he pulls out and shift up my body. He jerks his cock roughly, and I flinch as he comes across my breasts in hot spurts. Shane keeps stroking, like he’s determined to empty every last drop onto me.

  I look down at myself. “That’s so hot.”

  “Dirty little slut,” he murmurs and drags a single finger over my nipple, smearing himself over me. I don’t get a chance to do more than moan before he moves down and starts licking my pussy again.

  I whimper. “You’re going to be late going back to work.”

  “Give me a little fucking credit, Lily. I took the rest of the day off. I have no obligations this afternoon except making you come enough to start balancing the scales for the last six months.”

  I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

  “You heard me.” Shane gives me a long lick. “You said it yourself. This pussy has been mine since January. That means I’m owed.” He sucks lightly on my clit. “You teach math, baby girl. If I gave you two orgasms on weekdays and six on weekends, what’s that balance out to?” He goes back to licking my pussy.

  “I can’t think when you do that.”

  He spears his tongue into me once, twice, a third time. “I have faith you can figure it out.”

  I’m covered in his come and his mouth is working my clit and he wants me to do math. “Shane, please.”

  “Don’t make me wait, Lily.”

  My breath sobs out as I try to obey. I should be able to do this problem in seconds, but it takes me several long minutes of him eating me out to finally blurt, “Five hundred and twenty-eight. Ish.”

  “Five hundred and twenty-eight. And your normal daily orgasms don’t count.” He nuzzles me. “Sounds like I have a lot of ground to cover.”

  My laugh sounds a little hysterical. “I hope you don’t think you can make that up today. I know we agreed that we probably won’t die from coming too much, but you might make liars out of us.”

  “Not today.” He leverages one of my legs up and back, leaving me wide open for him. “I’m keeping you, Lily. I have a lifetime to make them up, and I plan to use every single fucking day.”

  He goes down on me until I stop being able to form words, until he teases so many orgasms out of me, I lose count. Then Shane flips me over and fucks me again with his thumb in my ass. It’s just a tease for what will come later, and as much of a happy little slut I am, even in the middle of being driven mindless by him, I’m aware that I can’t just take his cock in my ass without being prepped. No matter how much I want to.

  At some point we make it into the shower, and then back to the bed, but it’s a little hazy. All I know is that I wake up the next morning with Shane’s tongue in my pussy.

  I moan and dig my hands into his hair. “You’re setting a dangerous precedent.”

  “Mmm.” He drags me down beneath him and guides his cock into me. “Morning.”

  “Morning.” I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ve been waiting for a moment where we aren’t fucking to say something, but I don’t think we’re going to get there anytime soon.”

  He slips an arm under my hips to lift them for a superior angle. “You have a point.”

  I cup his face in my hands. “I love you. I meant it when I said it in January, and I mean it now.”

  “I love you, too.” He kisses me, long and hard, as he fucks me. Shane shifts down to growl in my ear. “Don’t freak out.”

  My orgasm is already approaching and I hook my feet around his thighs to get better leverage to lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Freak out?”

  “Because if you try to bolt again, I’m liable to hunt you down and fuck you wherever I find you to remind you who you belong to.”

  I shiver. “Just say it.”

  He leans back and pins my hips to the bed, fucking me hard enough to make my breasts bounce with each stroke. “I’m going to marry you, Lily. You’re going to be my wife and my baby girl and I’m going to worship this pussy every single fucking day for the rest of our lives.”

  His words push me over the edge as much as his cock does. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, yes, yes.”

  It’s only a little later, when we’re tangled together and trying to relearn how to breathe, that I start laughing. Shane leverages himself up on one arm and looks down at me. “What’s so funny?”

  “I guess you were right before.” I lean up and kiss his throat, tumbling him onto his back. “You’re fucking me, you’re going to date me, and eventually you’re going to make me Max’s stepmom.” I try to still my laughter, but don’t quite manage it. “Do you think he’ll call me Mom?”

  Shane shakes his head in mock disappointment. “There goes your mouth again.” He wraps my hair around his fist and urges me down his body. “Guess I’ll have to find a way to occupy it so you don’t get into trouble, won’t I, baby girl?”

  I lick up his length and then back down again. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Thank you so much for reading this dirty little book. I had a blast writing it, and I hope it provided you with an escape just like it provided me while I drafted it.

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  Acknowledgments

  This book feels extra collaborative, because it was written so quickly and because the support it got when it was still in the idea stages is the reason I started writing. If you saw that tweet or instagram post and went YES, thank you! You gave me the push to just do the damn thing.

  Thank you to Amy Ball for both series and book title suggestions. They’re perfect!

  Big thanks to Nikke Sloane for writing such an outstanding series that sold me on being into father-in-laws. If you haven’t read the Filthy Rich American series, I cannot recommend it enough!

  Thank you to Piper J Drake and Asa Maria Bradley for being there while I was in the midst of writing this.

  Big thanks to Jenny Nordback, Nisha Sharma, and Andie J Christopher for giving me a big thumbs up and DO THE DAMN THING throughout drafting. I appreciate you!

  As always, thanks to Tim. This time for not blinking when I’m like “So I’m writing this book about a woman who fucks her former father-in-law.” Of course you are, babe. LOL. Love you!

  About the Author

  Katee Robert is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Entertainment Weekly calls her writing “unspeakably hot.” Her books have sold over a million copies. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, children, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and two Great Danes who think they’re lap dogs.

  Website: www.kateerobert.com