Filthy Fantasies: Her Best Friend’s Dad

03

HAYLEY

Everything happened in a blur. One minute, we were at the counter, flirting with each other. The next, we were kissing our way into the room, unable to keep our hands off each other while his tongue explored my mouth like he couldn't get enough of me. He pushed the door open, kicking it close the moment we entered and pushed the lock into place without pulling away from me.

Gosh, he was such an expert at this.

The thought should discourage me but it didn't — couldn’t find ground in my mind. There was a tiny, inaudible voice reprimanding me already for the decision I made and still had the chance to stop but no, I didn't give in.

I will not let myself be the girl who cowered at the power of freedom. I choose who I gave my V-card to and it was this professional stranger who was good at it.

His hand slid from where they held me captive by the waist to holding my neck in place, our tongues twirled together in sync, his grunt echoing through the air as he savored our kiss.

Not even Cole had responded like this in the moments we had shared sneaky kisses.

His other hand moved lower to my ass, squeezing it and pressing me closer to him before he spanked me hard, so hard that I whimpered into the kiss.

Impatiently, I began to tug at his shirt, pulling each button off and he let me. By the time his shirt came off, I pulled away to savor the look of him.

Fuck! This man was toned.

My hands had gone still against him as his shirt fell away, but my eyes—God, my eyes didn’t. They dragged over him shamelessly, drinking him in like I’d never seen a body before. His chest rose under my touch, muscles shifting—buckling—beneath warm, taut skin, like even that small contact stirred something alive in him.

My breath hitched.

His abs were right there, defined and firm, each line catching the dim light as he moved. Not overly carved like some gym-obsessed boy, but strong… solid. Real. The kind of strength that came with years, with discipline, with knowing exactly how to use it.

And he did know.

I could see it in the way he held himself—loose, confident, completely unbothered by the way I stared. If anything, it made him more dangerous. More aware. My gaze dipped lower again, tracing every ridge, every subtle flex of muscle as his body responded to mine, and heat pooled deep in my stomach.

God… for his age, he was more than fit.

My fingers pressed into him before I could stop myself, just to feel it, just to confirm he was real. The quiet strength beneath my touch made something inside me tighten, something reckless and hungry.

And the way I was looking at him?

Yeah… there was no hiding that.

He let out a hum of satisfaction as he pulled me closer to him again, intertwining our fingers together. With the other hand, his fingers pressed tightly against my lips. I opened up and let him slide two of them in. I closed my eyes, moaning at the salty taste as I sucked on them, reveling in the filthiness of this action.

Fuck! I have never done this with Cole.

His eyes dilated as he watched me suck and lick his fingers. Lust clouded my mind and I twirled my tongue around his fingers, a soft grunt escaped his parted lips, his gaze hazy with desire. He must be imagining how it would feel if it was his c**k that was in my mouth.

He dragged his fingers off my lips, wetting my chin.

“Are you ready for me? Tell me, is your p***y ready and slick to take my c**k?” He whispered into my ear, holding my neck in place as he nibbled on that sensitive spot behind my ear.

I let out a tiny moan as he moved down to grab my boob through the mesh gown, giving it a firm squeeze before capturing my pebbled n****e in between his fingers, twisting it and extracting a delicate whimper from me. I moved to stop him but he batted my hand away. He flicked the tip, making me cry out at how sensitive it was.

Fuck!

He slid down, his tongue lapping at my skin, down to my cleavage, pulling at the soft skin with his teeth and left it with red, faded bite mark. He drew my boobs together, sizing them with the mesh gown as if appreciating them before he dropped them with a bounce.

A satisfied groan spilled from him as he slowly peeled the gown off my boobs, my brown, hardened buds came to view. I sucked in a deep breath as his breath fanned them. “f**k! This looked better than I had imagined, love.”

I clenched my thighs tight. This man was doing more than he had promised. He was appreciating one of my insecurities.

Unhurriedly, he pulled the both of them together, my n*****s peaking at attention for him. His tongue ran from the undercurve of my boobs to my dark areola, capturing one of them in his mouth, a salivating grunt resounded against my skin. I could not hold back the dirty moan that escaped from me. I held his head in place, my fingers raking through his dark hair as he sucked my t**s like he was trying to get draw milk from them.

“f**k, daddy… That feels so good.” I didn't know his name but I knew what to call a man who did his job right.

His eyes flicked to meet mine and for a brief second, I caught a color change in them. It must be the lust. There is no way his eyes could change, right?

He caught my other n****e between his teeth, giving it a tiny bite. I ground against his thick, hardened thigh as pressure built at my core. Gosh, I was seeking release right now.

“Please,” I begged, increasing the pace as I ground my core against him. He didn't stop assaulting my n*****s as he alternated between tugging, twisting and sucking them. As he pulled back, he did the most unexpected thing. He gave my already sensitive n*****s two successive slaps. I cried out, glancing down to see how red and punished they looked.

His tongue swiped across his lower lip as if savoring the taste of me, his hands trailed down the curve of my waist, pulling my gown up to expose my red lacy thong.

In the blink of eye, he turned me around, my boobs pressed against the cold wood of the door as I arched my back, pressing my bare ass into his bulge.

He spanked my ass cheeks, giving them a slight soothing rub. “f**k. So many things I want to do with this ass, you know.”

This man is a dirty talker.

He ground his bulge against me, his breath heavy as he turned me back to him and captured my lips once again in an intense kiss. He carried me into his arms toward the bed, not breaking the kiss. Placing me carefully on the bed, he slid between my legs, positioning his crotch above my p***y.

He pecked his way down to my belly button before stopping just above my p***y. He captured some skin with his teeth, popping it. My chest rose with heavy and deep breaths. His strong arms wrapped round my thighs, keeping me spread out for him.

No man has ever worshipped me the way this man was doing.

With my thong out of the way, he took a deep sniff of my core and I whimpered slightly.

“Eyes on me as I eat your sweet p***y, love.” He breathed into my core. I pushed up, resting on my elbows. My eyes dilated as I watched his tongue spread my p***y lips apart and gave me a clean lick. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I bit my lower lip, my legs trembling. Capturing my swollen c**t, he sucked it hard, moaning at the softness of it.

My body turned jelly as I fell back to the bed, arching forward as he continued his sensual assault. My hands reached into his hair as he tonguefucked me.

I could not keep the moans reeling out of me in. He moved back to sucking my p***y lips in his mouth while he pushed a finger into me. I jerked up at the sudden intrusion.

“You are so tight, love.”

I didn't bother to correct him that it was my first time. He pumped his finger in and out of me, eliciting whines from me. He pulled away and knelt above me. He tugged at his belt, pulling it away as he slid his zipper down to tug his hardened c**k out.

Fuck, he was thick and long.

White precum stained the pink crown as he pumped it, staring down at my slick p***y. I spread my legs wider for him which seemed to satisfy him because he let out a grunt. He pushed his trousers down, leaned forward toward me and caught my lips in a searing kiss. He worked his c**k at my entrance, slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his way into me.

Fuck! I gripped his firm shoulders as I wrapped my legs around him, whining into his mouth. I felt it when he finally broke into me. I couldn't help but pull away from the kiss as I let out a cry.

Fuck! It was painful. Like pleasure mixed with pain. He halted a bit. “Am I too big for you?” He asked, his eyes widened with concern as he searched my face.

Tears gathered in my eyes as I shook my head. “No, you are not. It is just… I am happy.” I said, trying for a smile.

He responded with a sweet smile of his as he rested on his elbows above me and continued to move inside of me, slowly at first, his chest grazing with my hardened n*****s.

“I could never get enough of your p***y, love.” He groaned as if he was holding himself back from releasing. “I want you drenched and stretched with my c*m, love. Can you do that for me?”

He soon increased the pace as he thrusted into me, skin slapping skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our moans and grunts syncing through the air.

With each thrust, he hit that sensitive spot inside me and my walls clenched around him. “With you tightening me like this, I would come before I want to, love.” He rasped, tugging my n****e.

I could feel something building inside of me and I jerked my knees forward in reflex, following his pace, also wanting to reach that height. “f**k, I think I am—”

“Yes, love. c*m for me, baby girl.” That was all I needed. I shuddered as my orgasm hit me at full momentum.

He pounded into me, very fast as he chased his. White, hot c*m spurted into me as he pulled out, his c*m slipping out of my hole and he used his c**k to push it inside. With the last few strokes, he pulled out and fell beside me, breathing heavily, our sweat stained bodies locked together.

He closed his eyes, pulling me in for a cuddle. “f**k, I wish I could have you forever,” He whispered against my skin.

Me too. Me, too…

***

Two fingers flicked across my eyesight and I turned to look at Taylor who had her eyes narrowed at me. “You have been in deep thought since we returned from the bar three days ago. Are you good? Is this still about—”

“No, it is not about him.” I cut in, not wanting to hear the fucker’s name. “I blocked him and I have since then refused to see him. There's nothing for us to talk about. He cheated and that is the end.” I said, matter-of-factly.

She gave me a proud smile, taking a seat beside me inside the gymnastics hall. “You know what? I would be going home for the holiday break. How about you come with me? Maybe a change in environment will help you.”

She leaned closer. “You might even find hotter guys than your ex.” She whispered. I turned to her, seeing the mischief play in her eyes.

I grinned, shaking my head. I don't think there could ever be a man hotter than the man I had shared that night with. I hadn't told her about the man. I wanted it to my little secret with him. I wish we could still meet again.

Why can’t I seem to forget that man?