Daddies Do It Better: Forbidden Desires Duet

Chapter 4

Kylie

That night, I can’t stop thinking about the man in the next room. Jesse saw us earlier, I know it. My boyfriend’s dad saw us messing around, and f**k, it had me wetter than I’d ever been. I could feel his eyes on me as I f****d his son’s fingers, wishing they were his. Imagining they were.

Xavier snores and flips over as I lie on my back, my thighs clenched as I visualise sneaking into the next room and waking his dad with my mouth on his c**k. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s been a month since I met him, and every goddamn time I convince myself it’s all in my head, that he’s not that hot. That it was the wine or the food and my reaction wasn’t real.

Yet my need for him gets stronger each time.

I imagine him f*****g me, his arrogant mouth on my p***y. It’s gotten so bad that when Xavier and I f**k, I have him do me from behind so I can pretend it’s his dad’s hands digging into my hips and his breath in my ear as he drives into me. But then it’s over too quickly and I’m left wet and wanting, wondering if his dad would make me come.

Turning my head to see Xavier, I check that he’s still asleep, his blond haired tousled. He looks nothing like his father. When I first saw him, I thought he was cute…but his dad. His dad is like a f*****g aged wine, better with time.

Licking my lips, I roll my head away and close my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep. It’s no use. My mind flashes back to those dark eyes locked on my body, the way I could feel his gaze burning a path across my skin as I put on a show for him. Did he like it?

Did he touch himself?

Biting my lip to contain my moan, I glide my hand silently across my thigh, parting them slightly as I slip my fingers into my panties, finding myself wet.

Shit.

I stop and suck in a breath. This is twisted, Kylie, even for you. I force my thoughts away, but just as easily as I do, they come back. I visualise those dark hands parting my thighs and that sinful mouth closing on my p***y like he owns it.

Arching up slightly, I curl my finger around my c**t, imagining it’s his tongue.

His thick fingers trace down my lips and part them to reveal me to his hungry gaze. Trailing my fingers down, I slide one and then another inside me, gasping at the stretch. My heart thunders. If Xavier wakes up now, if he sees me… If he knew I was touching myself over his dad…

The thought makes me hotter, and I kick off the covers slightly, widening my thighs as I raise my hips to meet my fingers, setting a quick, hard rhythm. It would be dirty and quick, his skilful mouth and fingers demanding my release. I’m so close…when Xavier’s snores stop.

Eyes flaring open, I yank my fingers away and turn my head to meet his gaze as he blinks the sleep away.

If I can’t have his dad, I’ll have him.

The dirty thought hits me suddenly. What if his dad hears us? He’s only next door, and the bedroom door is slightly ajar. He could.

“Hey, babe,” I murmur. He yawns tiredly and flips onto his back.

In one smooth move, I roll over and straddle his lithe hips, pressing my soaked p***y to his boxer-covered c**k.

I rock against him as he fully wakes up. He blinks in shock but reaches up and grabs my hips. “Kylie, what the—”

“I want you,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing him. He kisses me back, but it doesn’t do much, so I lift my head, grab his hand, and pull it up to my chest, making him cup my tit.

He groans, his c**k jerking beneath me, and squeezes them, but not hard enough. It’s clear Xavier is more…vanilla than me, but I’m trying.

Raising my hips, I reach between us, tug down his boxers, and circle his hard c**k. He stretches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom, slipping it on quickly.

Pushing aside my panties, I notch him at my entrance and then slam myself down, taking him in one thrust. Moaning loudly, I close my eyes and rock on top of him, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips, desperately seeking my own release. My eyes stay closed as I shiver and rub my c**t, hard and fast, imagining his dad in the next room hearing.

Listening.

His hand wrapped around his c**k as he f***s it, thrusting up, pretending it’s me. A moan slips free at that, so Xavier reaches up, trying to cover my mouth.

“Shush,” Xavier hisses. “My dad could hear.”

Fuck, I hope so.