DADDY'S BEST FRIENDS: Filthy Short Erotica Collections

THE MORNING HAD ONLY JUST BEGUN

Chapter 3

I barely slept that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces and heard Kane’s low “baby girl” through the door while my fingers were still buried deep inside my soaked p***y and the thick dildo stretched me wide. My body stayed on edge for hours, aching and restless. I finally came sometime after midnight, quiet, frustrated, biting my pillow so they wouldn’t hear, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

By morning I was a complete mess. Horny, frustrated, and throbbing between my legs like I hadn’t touched myself at all.

I slipped on my favorite transparent nightgown, the thin white one that barely reached mid-thigh. The fabric was so sheer that in the morning light coming through the windows, my hard n*****s showed clearly, dark and tight. If I moved the wrong way, the shadow of my p***y was visible too. I told myself it was just comfortable for the house. Deep down I knew I was testing something.

The guys seemed to still be asleep, or at least the house was quiet. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make coffee and some toast, trying to act normal even though my heart was already racing.

I was reaching up for a mug when I felt eyes on me.

Kane stood in the doorway, completely frozen. His gaze dragged slowly down my body, first my t**s, then my waist, then straight between my legs where the sheer fabric left almost nothing to the imagination. He didn’t even pretend not to look. His jaw tightened, and I watched the front of his grey sweatpants twitch and start to bulge noticeably.

Heat flooded my face, but I didn’t cover up. I stayed there, arm still raised, letting him look.

Then he blinked, cleared his throat roughly, and walked to the fridge like nothing had happened. He grabbed a cold bottle of water, tilted his head back, and drank deeply. His throat worked as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and I couldn’t stop staring at the strong line of his neck or the way his chest rose and fell.

He moved to the counter, standing right behind where I was now pouring coffee. The air felt thick. I could smell his cologne, pure male.

I pretended to drop a spoon on the floor. “Oops.”

I bent down slowly in front of him, the short nightgown riding up my thighs, the hem barely covering my ass. The cool air kissed my bare p***y as I reached for the spoon.

As I stood back up, my ass brushed directly against him.

I felt it immediately, hot, hard, and thick.

His c**k was fully erect, pressing right against the crack of my ass through the thin fabric. The size of it made my breath catch.

I let out a small, surprised yelp, but I didn’t pull away.

He didn’t pull away either.

We both stayed frozen like that for a second, his heavy d**k nestled between my cheeks, only the light nightgown separating us.

Instead of stepping back like any decent person would, I rolled my hips slowly, grinding my ass back against his hard c**k in one deliberate circle.

Kane sucked in a sharp breath behind me. His hands came down on the counter on either side of me, caging me in without quite touching my body yet. His breath was hot against my ear.

“Riley…” His voice was low, rough, dangerous. “You really shouldn’t do that, princess.”

But he didn’t move away. If anything, his hips pressed forward just a little, letting me feel every thick inch of him.

My p***y throbbed hard. Fresh wetness leaked down my inner thigh. The fabric between us was probably soaked now.

I rolled my hips again, slower this time, dragging my ass along the full length of his c**k, feeling the head nudge against me.

Kane groaned quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. One of his hands finally left the counter and settled on my waist, gripping tight, fingers digging into the thin material.

“f**k… you’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered, voice strained.

I turned my head slightly, looking up at him over my shoulder. My voice came out breathy and needy. “Maybe I want to play.”

His fingers tightened on my waist, almost bruising.

From the hallway, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Mike and Jax were awake.

Kane didn’t let go right away. He gave one last slow, deliberate grind against my ass, his hard c**k sliding between my cheeks, before he finally stepped back. His sweatpants were tented, the outline of his thick d**k clear as day.

“Better behave, baby girl,” he said softly, eyes dark with raw hunger as he quickly adjusted himself. “Or we’re all going to lose control real soon.”

I stood there trembling, n*****s so hard they hurt, p***y dripping down my thighs, the nightgown sticking slightly to my wet skin.

Mike and Jax walked into the kitchen a moment later.

They hadn’t seen what just happened.

Yet.

But the way Kane looked at me now, dark, promising, barely holding back, and the way I looked back at him, flushed and breathless, told me everything had already changed.

And the morning had only just begun.