Forbidden Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 3)

by Kelly Myers

  He lifts his head and regards me. “I think you need to undress a little more for me. Take off your bra.”

  I nod and lift my hands to the clasp. My bra falls to the floor, and Nate instantly captures an exposed nipple in his mouth. I whimper as his sucking sends waves of heat through me. This whole time the shower has been on, and between that and my lust, my body is coated with a glowing sheen of sweat.

  Nate lifts his head and looks up at me. “Cynthia, I want you to know how much I want you. I want you to feel how hard I am.”

  I nod, knowing what he means. I reach towards his jeans and unbuckle his belt. Then I slowly, just as he instructed me with my shift, unzip his pants and press my hand against his erection. It feels like an iron rod, firm and thick. I’m curious, but also cautious. I’m no expert. Nate must be used to such experienced women. I look at him, and he must read the hesitation in my eyes.

  “Don’t worry, Cynthia, I said I’m going to teach you,” he says. “Didn’t I?”

  His hands hold me still as he looks up at me. “Take off my shirt.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I grab his shirt and lift it above his head, not hiding my admiration of his chest, coated in a thick layer of hair, and his strong arm muscles.

  “Cynthia, are you wet for me?” Nate asks.

  A surge of daring sparks through me as I smile down at him. “You should feel for yourself, Daddy.”

  Nate’s eyes light up at my playfulness as he slips his hand under my waistband and into my panties. Then his entire face seems to burn with desire as he feels the evidence of my desire. I’ve been so turned on by him that I’m sopping wet down there. He slides his finger against my folds and I let out a tiny mewl of pleasure.

  Nate leans forward and presses his lips against my stomach. With his other hand he reaches up to massage my breast. The movement of his tongue around my navel sends chills radiating through my limbs.

  “I’m going to take your pants off now, Cynthia,” Nate says. “And then I’m going to make you feel good. Would you like that?”

  I close my eyes and nod. “Please, Daddy, please make me feel good.”

  He moves his hands to my pants and slides them down over my hips, exposing my bare legs.

  Then he stands up, and I nearly tumble backwards as he reaches his full imposing height, but he catches me just in time. With one arm, he reaches behind me and finally turns off the shower.

  Then he scoops me up in his arms. My hands fall around his neck as he carries me out of the bathroom and towards my bed.

  I blink as if in a daze. Was it only an hour ago that I planned to curl up in this very bed and watch trashy TV? And now Nate, who I’ve crushed on so hard, is making me feel things I never even imagined.

  He spreads me down on the bed and stands above me. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he kicks off his shoes, then pulls his jeans down until he’s just in his form-fitting boxer briefs.

  It’s my turn to run my eyes up and down his body, taking in his firm abs and the chiseled line of his thighs. There’s no doubt about it: Nate is a man, through and through.

  My eyes linger on the bulge at his crotch. My thighs press together involuntarily. As much as I want this, it’s still my first time.

  Nate sits down on the edge of the bed, and I lift myself up to kneel beside him. He snakes his arm around my waist and turns so our chests are pressed together.

  “I want you to kiss me,” Nate whispers.

  I don’t even answer with words. I just press my lips against his and try to put everything I’m feeling into that kiss. His mouth opens against mine, and he grips me tighter with his hands as the kiss deepens.

  He pushes me back until I’m on my back, and he’s holding himself above me. I run my hands down his back, savoring the way he moans at my touch. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me, so that his erection brushes my sensitive clit through our underwear.

  He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at me.

  “Are you ready?” he asks.

  I smile because I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. “Yes.”

  Chapter Eight

  Nate

  I can’t hold back much longer. Every second of foreplay has made me so aroused, I feel ready to burst.

  I still can’t quite believe that Cyntha’s near-naked body is stretched out below mine, but there’s no way I’m going to question it. If it’s a hallucination, it’s the best one I’ve ever had.

  I’m touched that she trusts me completely with her virginity. I know it took guts for her to tell me right off the bat, but I’m glad she did. I’m not upset by it. In a way, I’m glad that I get to be the one to ensure her first time is everything she wants it to be. And if that means she gets to call me Daddy, I’m fine with that.

  I enjoyed it way more than I even thought I would. There was something about the way she did everything I said, but with a gleam in her eye that told me she was making the choice to surrender herself to my orders. It was ridiculously hot.

  And I liked playing the role of the teacher. I wanted her to learn what it felt like for a partner to give and take true pleasure.

  When she tells me she’s ready, I nod. I move my hand to her underwear, but pause.

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask.

  I know she’s a virgin, and I want to make sure we discuss protection. Quickly though. The both of us are trembling with desire, and I didn’t want us to lose that.

  “No,” Cynthia says. “I’m sorry, I just never have done this.”

  Her lips are clamped together, and I can tell some nerves are setting in. This is a big deal, after all.

  “It’s ok,” I say. “I have one.”

  I fumble for my pants and yank my wallet out of the back pocket. I pull out the condom I keep in there. Then I move down the bed so that my head is above her stomach. I place a tender kiss on her hip bone.

  “I want to make sure you’re ready,” I say. “Can you lie still for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she says.

  With the return of my telling her what to do, she instantly relaxes. I smile as I pull down her panties, revealing her succulent flesh. My cock throbs with raw need, but I reign it in. I’m going to make this good for her.

  I slide one finger inside her and relish her tightness. She shifts a bit and lets out a moan as I stroke her clit. I know it might hurt a bit when I’m inside her, but if I keep her relaxed and keep providing her pleasure, she’ll be alright. I’m determined to do that.

  I press my mouth against her and start to lick and suck in a steady rhythm. Cynthia gasps and starts to cry as I slide another finger inside her.

  “Oh my god,” she moans. “Oh, please.”

  “Please what?” I lift my head just enough to ask.

  “Please, Daddy, more,” Cynthia groans. “Please.”

  I smile to myself and start to suck with renewed fervor all while stroking inside her. I feel her pleasure mounting as she widens her legs and lets herself go. Her words turn into cries and moans as I bring her closer to the edge.

  She lets out a scream as she goes plummeting over. Her warm flesh clenches around my fingers as her orgasm causes her back to arch and her eyes to close.

  My own erection cries out to be satisfied as she rides the waves of her pleasure. I watch her gasp as she comes down from her orgasm. I lift myself above her as her eyes flutter open. She looks up at me as if I’m everything, and a warmth spreads over me.

  Her limbs lay heavy and sated on the bed, but I’m not done with her yet. She can relax later, after I’m done with her.

  She gives me a trembling smile. “Daddy, I want more.”

  “Oh, you’ll get more,” I whisper.

  Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I discard my boxers, put the condom on, and then settle my length in between her soft thighs.

  I nudge against her folds, and she gasps as her flesh gives way to me. She’s still wet, but I know it will still be a bit hard for her.
I clench my jaw and force myself to slide slowly in.

  “Relax, Cynthia,” I croon in her ear. “And tell me if you need me to stop.”

  She nods and I feel her slowly allowing the tension to leave her muscles.

  “That’s right,” I say. “That’s a good girl.”

  She’s so tight, I’m practically seeing sparks as I sink myself deeper and deeper within her.

  “Oh,” Cynthia gasps. “You’re so...oh god.”

  I embed myself as far as I can, and then I hold still, letting her adjust. I feel the moment her pain fades away into something else because she lifts her thighs and clamps them at my hip, allowing me to sink a little deeper inside her.

  She lets out a moan, and the sight of her enjoying my cock buried inside her eradicates the last of my self-control. I start to move inside her, and Cynthia lifts her hips to match my rhythm.

  “Oh, that’s good,” I say. “You feel so good.”

  Cynthia starts gasping again, and I know I’m hitting the right spot inside her. I reach down and stroke her clit with my finger, and that makes her hips buck as she’s sent into another spiral of pleasure.

  “Oh, Daddy, please,” Cynthia cries. “Oh my god!”

  I roar in satisfaction as I reach my own climax. Everything goes blurry for a second as I cry out in pleasure. Every second spent watching Cynthia, every heated moment in that bathroom, it’s all led to this, and it’s all been worth it.

  I sigh heavily as I start to come down from the heights of the orgasm.

  I bury my face in her neck and inhale the scent of her hair. She wraps her arms around me, seemingly content to just hold me for a bit, as the post-coital heaviness sinks over both of us.

  I roll off her and onto my back. Even as tiredness invades me satisfied limbs, I am acutely aware of her naked body brushing against mine.

  I stare at the ceiling as my mind reels. That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I cast my mind back. In fact, it might be the best sex I’ve ever had, full stop.

  I glance over at her. I wonder if she has any idea what she does to me. How she arouses every inch of my body. How what just happened between us is rare and beautiful.

  Cynthia blinks her eyes sleepily before reaching for the duvet golden at the bottom of her bed. She tugs it over herself and looks up at me.

  “Come here,” I whisper.

  She scoots closer and curls on her side before tentatively placing her hand on my chest. My heart goes out to her. Of course she’s tentative. She’s totally unused to all this. It’s all new to her.

  “Are you ok?” I ask. “How do you feel?”

  “Good.” Cynthia rests her forehead on my shoulder. “Obviously.”

  I wrap an arm around her and pull her even closer. Cynthia sighs as her head finds my chest, and she places one leg atop my thigh.

  There are going to be consequences to this. Not necessarily bad ones, but things are going to be forever changed between me and Cynthia.

  I don’t want to think about those details right this moment though. I just want her to feel safe and comfortable in my arms.

  I want to hold her like this so she knows I care. I want her to be aware of how it’s more than sex for me. I want to take care of her.

  Cynthia’s hand traces lacy circles on my chest.

  “Thank you,” she says. “That was –”

  She hesitates as if she’s trying to find the words.

  “Well, that was pretty much the perfect first time,” she says with a little chuckle.

  I grin from ear to ear. It makes me absurdly happy that I was able to make it so amazing for her. And I know I want to do that again and again. I’m a man with a healthy appetite, and when I find something I like this much, I don’t let it go.

  But we can discuss what comes next later.

  “Good,” I say. “I think you’re not missing out on anything anymore.”

  Cynthia lets out a small laugh and nestles tighter against me. Her eyes flutter closed as the exhaustion permeates her. I feel myself growing lethargic too. After the rush and heightened sensuality we just shared, the both of us are so satisfied that we can barely move.

  I definitely don’t know where this is going, and we probably need to talk at length, but for now, I just want to hold her close and listen to the sound of her gentle breathing.

  Chapter Nine

  Cynthia

  I squeeze my eyes shut and resist the urge to pinch myself.

  Am I dreaming? Am I seriously lying in my bed totally naked next to Nate Ramsay? My hot older neighbor I’ve been crushing on for over a year?

  I open my eyes, and there he is, his face peaceful as he dozes. His arms hold me tight.

  The sex was mind blowing, but the cuddling is nice too.

  I definitely need to process what just happened, but I don’t even know where to begin. My emotions are so mixed-up right now.

  I just had sex. I just had sex for the very first time with Nate. And I called him Daddy. And it was amazing. I still can’t believe I actually had the guts to go through with it. And that I was brave enough to ask for what I wanted. He seemed to like it too.

  But of course my mind doesn’t rest easy. I over-analyze, I always have, and after a little bit of cuddling, my mind is racing.

  What comes next? Do we get out of bed, get dressed and then part ways? Are we going to talk about this?

  Or is there some unspoken language to hook-ups that I’m not privy to, virgin that I am. Or was. I’ve been a virgin for so long, it’s strange to think that I’m not anymore.

  Not that I’m upset. In fact, I’m overjoyed it was Nate. I trusted him to make sure I was ok, and he did not disappoint. I’ve heard my friend’s stories. And none of them came twice on their first time. In fact, most of my friend’s lost their virginities in a blur of bumbled apologies and awkwardness and inexperience.

  Nate is anything but inexperienced. The way he touched me, the way he got me so primed and ready, the way he expertly navigated me towards climaxes – he knew exactly what he was doing. It was if my body was an instrument that he has spent his whole life learning how to play.

  But I still am terrified of how to proceed.

  Also, the fact that he is twenty years older than I am and my landlord is beginning to dawn on me. I can’t share this story with my friends. We can’t giggle over this while having glasses of wine. It’s too weird. My friends will try not to judge but they’ll still give me strange looks.

  I definitely can’t tell them about the Daddy thing. It’s so private, and I don’t even know how I feel about it.

  I did read once that sometimes women who are bosses in their career and totally independent actually enjoy being told what to do in bed. It’s freeing to just release all control. Maybe that’s just who I am. I can be ok with that. I would never deny myself my sexual preferences.

  I still am not quite sure how to talk about it with my friends. Or with Nate. I have no idea how he felt about it. Sure, he seemed into it, but maybe he was just trying to get laid.

  The more I think about it, the more my body tenses up. The fuzzy sleepiness that settled over my limbs post-sex evaporates, and I push myself up, the bedsheet clutched to my chest.

  Nate stirs beside me. I catch my breath as I look down into his tan face. He opens his eyes and smiles up at me. “You ok?”

  “Yeah.” My voice is fake and forced. I wince, but there’s nothing I can do. I’ve never been a good actress.

  Nate can tell something is off. He probably can read the spiraling freak-out in my head. He sits up and puts his arm around me. I flush as he presses his lips gently against my cheek.

  “Hey, it’s ok,” Nate murmurs. “I know that was sudden, do you wanna talk about it?”

  I look down at my purple bed sheet. I do want to talk about it, but not right now. I can’t think straight, not when his beard is tickling my neck. Not when his firm arms are making me want to cast aside my questions and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow.

/>   I can’t voice all that, so I just shrug.

  “Cynthia, do you regret what just happened?” Nate asks.

  “No.” My answer is immediate and certain. If I’m sure of one thing, it’s this. “I wanted it.”

  Nate chuckles and the feel of his breath behind my ear sends a cool sensation down my spine.

  “I wanted it too,” he whispers.

  I cross my arms and curl my legs up beneath me. He’s still near, but his arms aren’t around me. I can’t think when he’s touching me too much.

  “Do you want to grab food?” Nate asks. “We can order in something.”

  He’s watching me carefully, I realize. This isn’t about grabbing food. He’s probably not even hungry. He’s concerned that I’m spiraling. He wants to keep an eye on me because everyone knows virgins are fragile. And I am spiraling, but I don’t need him to know. I need to sort out my thoughts on my own. That’s just how I am.

  I shake my head and straighten up. “Thank you, but I’m alright. I think I’d like to just be alone for a bit.”

  Nate pauses. He scans my face, and I try to keep my features calm and composed. I know he’ll grant me whatever I ask for. Nate is not the type of guy who is pushy or forces his way in after being asked to leave. But he’s checking for signs of distress.

  “I’ll head back to my place,” Nate says. “But you can text me or call if you need to talk, ok?”

  I nod. “Of course. Thank you.”

  He’s being so nice, but I’m so confused. Is he just being nice because he knows he took my virginity? Or maybe he’s nice to all the girls he casually hooks up with. Or maybe there’s layers and layers of hidden meaning that I just can’t see.

  All of a sudden, I feel like I’m back in my freshman year organic chemistry class, reading the textbook but not understanding any of it and wanting to cry out of the desire just to know what it all meant.

  I take a breath and give Nate the best smile I can muster. I eventually conquered organic chemistry. I can figure this out as well.