Big Daddy Wants Me

13: Josh.

"I wanna see you naked," I says loudly to her as we walk down the hall. I don't care if Anna hears.

When we get to my room, Kiara starts to close the door behind her.

"No, leave it," I stop her.

She looks at me in surprise.

"Anna’s out," I say. "This way we'll be able to hear her come in." She looks at me skeptically, so I add, "Trust me."

She shrug and leaves the door open. As she makes her way towards the bed, I push it all the way open, but something catches my interest as I walk past the closet.

It has slatted, folding doors that I hate because I think they look messy. I am meticulous about keeping them closed so that they look flush with the wall. The fact that one is slightly bent open tells me that either Anna has been in my closet at some point earlier tonight, or... she is still in there now.

Watching.

Would she do something like that?

Thinking back to the sorts of things I've seen badgirl_anna doing, including how turned on she obviously is by voyeurism, I know the answer is a definite yes. She will absolutely do something like that.

I lay out on the bed and reach for Kiara, pulling her down on the bed with me, and she laughs as she tumbles onto the mattress.

I climb on top of her. "God, I want to f**k you so bad," I breathe into her hair.

But she presses a hand to my arm. "We can't," she says, twisting her mouth into a little pout of disappointment.

Oh Christ. My d**k is already hard. I am so preoccupied with what I want that I've ignored whatever signals she's been giving me.

"Oh, f**k," I say, rolling off of her and forgetting about Anna in the closet. "I'm so sorry. Of course. I didn't mean to--"

She cut me off by laughing. "Oh, don't get me wrong! I would love to f**k you, Josh Henderson. I'm just on my period. I can't tonight."

"Oh, okay," I exhale with relief, dropping my head back. "Okay, good. s**t, okay. So some other time."

She grabs the waistband of my jeans with one manicured hand and start pulling at the button to undo it. My thoughts run back to Anna. Is she watching this? Is she really going to see this?

"Yes," Kiara agreeds. "But for tonight... I'm going to make sure you're satisfied." She pulls the zipper of my jeans down and start tugging at the waist.

"Are you sure?" I ask, already moving to stand up so I can pull my pants down. I can feel my d**k throbbing in my boxers.

"Absolutely," she says enthusiastically, her words just slightly slur.

"Take off your clothes," I tell her in a low voice, "and leave your bra and panties on." I stand up and drop my pants and boxers to the floor and start unbuttoning my shirt.

She get up from the bed and pull off her dress, walking over to me and running a finger along the hard ridge of my c**k appreciatively. I pull off my socks and sit on the side of the bed facing the closet. I take my c**k in my hand, feeling it pulse in my hand. I look directly at the closet door where it isn't perfectly shut and start stroking myself.

If she is there, if she is watching... I want her to see me. I want her to get turned on and I want her to watch me c*m. But I am also telling myself that she need to see me with Kiara. If she watches me with another woman, she'll give up this dangerous flirtation.

Stripped down to her bra and panties, I beckon Kiara over with my hand, saying "Come here," in a deep, hungry voice. I want her mouth on me. Whether Annabelle is watching or not, I am desperate to c*m.

Kiara lowers herself onto her knees in front of me, gamely taking my c**k into her mouth, and I shiver at the warm wetness of it as she lowers herself down my shaft.

"Yes, that's it," I hiss, keeping my eyes held firmly on the closet. If Annabelle is watching, I am watching back. "Take that d**k in your mouth. Oh f**k, that's so good, Kiara."

I honestly don't know what got into me, but I drag the name Kiara out a little bit, emphasizing it.

She pulls back, sliding her tongue under my shaft and sucking at the sensitive head, and I feel my balls tighten. Groaning, I rake my hands through her hair, fisting it behind her head, never taking my eyes off the closet door - off Anna on the other side of it.

"Suck it nice and hard for me," I croon. "That's how I like it. Yes, run your tongue down my shaft like that. Oh f**k, that's so good." I feel the head of my c**k hit the soft back of Kiara's throat and for a second my eyes glaze over, it feels so good. I take a shaky breath and refocus on the closet door. "Suck it. Mmm, yes, suck my d**k. f**k, you're going to make me c*m, Kiara." I keep my gaze steady, almost feeling that I can see Annabelle on the other side. I know she is there. I know it. "Keep sucking me like that. Oh f**k, that's good. I'm going to fill your mouth with my c*m, Kiara. Oh baby, I'm going to c*m so hard in your mouth."

Kiara makes a choked sound of assent, and I push her head down a little bit further, lifting my hips up to meet her, feeling the pressure of my desire gathering in my c**k and deep in my balls. Goddamn, I am going to blow a load into this woman.

Just then, a small hand appear along the closet door and quietly pushes it open a couple of inches along its track. Annabelle's face appear in the crack of the door, her eyes on mine and her cheeks flushed. She just stands there, holding my gaze.

I tighten my groin, feeling my balls lift as I thrust into Kiara's mouth, trying to f**k her face and hold back my orgasm while I stare back at my daughter, watching. "f**k, that's good," I moan. My voice is getting tight, urgent. I am losing control looking at Anna - just the two of us f*****g staring each other while some woman sucked me off. "f**k, that's so nice and good," I start rambling, nearly incoherent with lust. "Oh baby, you really know how to suck c**k. Oh f**k, I'm going to cum." I look at Annabelle — I speak to Annabelle. "Oh f**k, I'm going to c*m, oh f**k, I'm going to fill this mouth up, I'm going to f*****g c*m so hard." With an enormous shudder, my orgasm break through me and I feel my jizz spew into Kiara's mouth. For one second, I hold her head in place, pumping c*m down her throat while I stare at Annabelle.

Her eyes are gleaming and intense. Not upset. More... fascinated. Her cheeks are red hot and I can see her chest rising and falling with rapid breath. I continue to stare at her, feeling myself drain into Kiara's mouth, until Kiara makes a choking noise, breaking my concentration.

"Oh s**t, sorry," I mutter, releasing her head and letting my d**k fall out of her mouth. She coughs and spit c*m out. As I cast a glance up, I catch Anna quickly and stealthily dashing out of the room.