Page 25 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.

“That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”

I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.

“But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”

Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.

“Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”

And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then, I needed it, I was dying to explore the uncharted territory, the penetration so thorough, so overwhelming, so amazingly exciting. Yes, I wanted it with Rob … I wanted everything, absolutely everything, with Mr. Parker as my guide.

So I licked the side of his neck then, running my tongue up that bronzed column, pressing my boobies against his hard chest, wiggling slightly, trying to tempt the big man.

“Why not now?” I breathed against that hot skin. “Why not now, Daddy?”

And Rob’s eyes gleamed.

“Because baby girl,” he said, stroking a hand through my wet curls. “You’ll be achy and sore, you’re not gonna walk right if I drill you double at the moment. Your parents would know in an instant what we’ve been up to. And besides, we’re here to take a shower and you’re not the least bit clean.”

I moaned again. Holy shit, my parents, that’s right Linda and Ray would be with us tomorrow morning, which was way too soon. But I didn’t care. I only had a limited time with my lover and even if I walked with a cane, I wanted it. I’d say I fell down the stairs or something, that was an easy enough excuse. So I pushed back.

“No, Mr. Parker,” I shook my head determinedly, “Don’t stop, I want it. I’m eighteen and flexible, I’m sure my body recovers fast,” I cooed in a breathy whisper against his ear.

The big man growled, palms running up and down my back, squeezing my rump.

“That’s nice of you to say,” he ground out, corkscrewing off one of my nips, making an audible pop. “And you’re right, teen pussy is the most flexible, bendy and luscious. But honey, you’re eighteen, not Supergirl. Trust me, after I’ve given you a good going-over, you’re gonna be in a wheelchair, you’re not gonna be able to get out of bed, moaning and squealing, ass and pussy sizzling. So I appreciate it honey, but no, this isn’t the right time.”

And I pouted, unhappy. I wanted it, and what did Mr. Parker know? My pussy is resilient, adaptable, and all I was asking was another steamy session right here, in the alpha’s arms, his dick in me everywhere, pummeling, driving, spurting hot blasts of semen. I wanted to taste him again, to have that sticky goop in my mouth, the white the most precious stuff on earth. What man would turn that down?

But Mr. Parker always gets his way.

“Upsy-daisy baby, let’s get you clean,” he commanded, ending the conversation with finality, slapping my butt cheek lightly as he hauled me off the shower seat. And with a squeal, a squirm and a giggle, I found myself under the spray once more as Rob lathered me up, his fingers in my hair, all over my slippery curves, touching my cunt and breasts once more, making me shiver.

“That’s right dirty baby,” he ground out. “Get clean for Daddy.”

It was hard to stay still, to have him touch me without fucking, but if it was difficult for me, it was twice as difficult for Rob. Because I saw how stiff his cock was, the flagpole flying at full mast, tip oozing with desire, semen dropping off to mix with the water below our feet.

“Just one taste Daddy,” I begged, small hand reaching for his shaft, trying to bring it to my mouth, craning my head. “Just one taste.”

But Mr. Parker was adamant.

“Baby your lips on my fuckrod are dynamite,” he ground out. “We’ll never get out of here if that happens.” And with determined hands, he finished rinsing, twisting the spigot so that the water switched off with a creak and hauled me out of the stall before draping a plush white towel around my form.

“Now dry, honey,” he commanded, “Get yourself dry.”

And I mewled because I wanted to have more sex, to welcome that penis in me once more, it was right there, hole gleaming with pre-cum, tempting and stiff. But Rob shook his head.

“You’re a dirty baby, Mandy Dandy, you’ve got a slutty cunt, but not now. Now is the time for getting dry.”

And so with slow hands, I wiped off the water before getting dressed once more, this time in another tiny tee and booty shorts. Oh yeah, I wanted Mr. Parker to see what he was missing and pulled on my cutest outfit, the crop top revealing the bottoms of my boobs, my cut-offs so short that the undersides of my butt cheeks hung out, everything juicy and delectable.

“Okay, ready,” I chirped, wiggling in front of him, making my parts bounce enticingly. “Ready,” I pouted once more.

And Rob merely looked for a long moment, in the middle of buttoning his shirt, that huge male body intense, ready to pounce. I thought I had him, I thought he’d rip off my clothes again, that we’d do it on the floor this time, but instead, he continued getting dressed, averting his eyes.

“Downstairs, baby girl,” he growled, fingers shaking a bit on his shirt. “Get yourself a drink and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

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