His Best friend's Daughter

Chapter two

Toren

The last time I checked the girl sitting across from me was eighteen. Yet, she is boldly asking me of my thoughts on having a sugar baby.

I might as well throw myself into a ditch if I entertain such an idea.

“Answer me, Toren." She props her boobs on the table, revealing a lot of cleavage through my shirt. When I saw her on it, I almost thought she was one of the f**k girls I brought home during the weekend.

She looked so small and innocent in it with that pink daring underwear that barely covers her ass cheeks and buried between her folds.

The skin around my c**k hardens, forming a burge in my pants. f**k me, I am hard for girl who is barely an adult. My f*****g best friend's daughter.

I admit, she grew up into a fine woman with defined curves and a body that could kill. But she is off limits and I can't entertain any funny ideas about her.

“How about we watch a movie together," she says softly. The way she calls me feels weirdly arousing and it is having this unexplainable effect on me.

How am I supposed to eat dinner if she keeps making subtle underdeveloped advances towards me?

“Sorry, Kyra. I have an important meeting to attend tomorrow. Maybe, next time," I decline and she pouts her lips in disappointment. I dodge the bullet with immediate effect.

“Okay, enjoy your dinner." She gets up from her chair and saunter out of the kitchen. Her footsteps hit the stairs and when I hear the sound of her room door click, I let out the air I had no idea I have been holding in for too long.

That was dangerous. How am I going to spend the entire summer with her looking all sexy and daring in my house? Plus, she reminds me of someone I have buried in my mind for years. She looks just like her.

I try to focus on my dinner but the burge in my pants has other plans. I cover the dish and head upstairs to take a shower. A cold shower will do the trick.

I enter my room and walk straight into the bathroom. My c**k bounces out as I remove my suspenders. It's so thick that it's beginning to turn a bit redish. I better take care of it.

Under the shower, I begin to stroke myself moving my hand up and down to ease the pain. I pick up the pace, stroking and pressing the tip enough for me to groan.

My mind wonders off to those lush boobs that had bounced on my chest earlier. Kyra's face appears in my mind looking so innocent. I imagine that small mouth of hers around my c**k, struggling to take me whole as I f**k her mouth. I stroke harder panting as I think of how small and tight her p***y will be with my c**k in it. She has no idea what she is asking for.

I let out a satisfied groan as a pool of my seed flows down the drain. God, I just touched myself while thinking of that girl. I must be crazy because it felt so good.

She is definitely going to be the death of me. I dry up and head out of my room down to the dining room to finish up my dinner.

Her room door is slightly open and I push it wide letting myself in. Kyra sits up abruptly, face flushed red as if she had been f****d.

“What's wrong?" I ask, on seeing the beads of sweat on her forehead.

“I...I sprang my ankle. Could you help me get downstairs, please?" She requests nicely.

I oblige and scoop her into my arms and head out of her room. Her floral sweet scent mixed with her sweat fills my nostrils, tempting me to sniff on her. But when she hisses and the lines between her brows fold into a from, I become concerned.

“How did you twist your ankle?" I ask, genuinely bothered as I descend the fleet of stairs cautiously.

“I was in a hurry to prepare things for a movie," she answers softly, burying her face at the side of my neck.

My belly churns as guilt washing over me. I am such a pervert. She innocently wants to have a movie night with me and here I am having lucid thoughts of wanting to f**k her.

But she is so tempting. Any man in his right sense would want to have a taste of her.

I reach the living room and lower her on the couch carefully. She gives me the remote and I can't refuse the movie not after learning she got hurt because of me.

Her face is still flushed and top she is wearing gives me a clear view of her fully round boobs. She makes a cute hush sound, and bat her lashes in a sexy way that sent blood rushing down my groin.

Amidst her sexy exterior, I could tell from the way she is avoiding my eyes and her consistent biting of lip that she is nervous.

"Can you switch on the TV, Toren?"