Page 35 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Robert

I am so fucked. So fuckedy-fucked, it’s unreal how fucked I am. Because I’ve fallen head over heels for Mandy. And it’s not like this is a new thing, it’s not something that randomly popped out of the woodwork. I’ve known the girl for years, it’s just only now that our relationship has become physical, gone off the deep end. And I’m fucked as a result.

Because yeah, I know Amanda Jones. I know how beautiful she is, how giving, how sweet, how much fun. She’s a brainiac for sure, Ray and Linda are always bragging about how their daughter’s on honor roll, on dean’s list, and when she got into her first choice college? Not a surprise at all. Of course every school wanted her, the brunette is the top of the heap, at the pinnacle of her game.

But that’s the thing. She’s the best, she’s a treasure, she’s someone any man would be lucky to get. And explaining my dilemma to her only made the situation more ludicrous. As the words rolled off my lips, I realized just how fucking disgusting I was. A forty-five year old family friend corrupting a nubile teen, a girl who trusted me, whom I’ve known since birth. It was creepy as hell, even to my ears, and I hated myself even more.

So as I stared at Mandy’s sleeping form, a voice ran through my head even as my hands wandered lovingly over those curves. You don’t deserve this, the words went. You’re a nasty ass geezer and she’s a breath of fresh air, you don’t deserve someone untouched and innocent. Get the fuck away.

But I couldn’t help it, my hands just kept touching, filing themselves full of Mandy. Because shit, she was so luscious, those firm breasts, huge yet bouncy, complete with hard pink crests at the tip. And like a goner, I bent my head and licked one, savoring the pink nub in my mouth, the sweetest piece of candy known to man. The girl immediately stirred a bit, moaning slightly in her sleep.

I stilled because this wasn’t the time to wake her. Mandy had such a good time in bed that she passed out, completely lost it, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, whites showing. The brunette’s body went completely still except for aftershocks, a few last tremors running through her cunt and ass, pumping me for my semen, draining me dry. And once I was done, I pulled out slowly, watching with lascivious eyes as my huge cock exited those slippery pink folds. Oh fuck yeah, it was disgusting, I was coated in all sorts of cream, my shaft hard and wet, ready to take her again.

But this wasn’t the time. Mandy was exhausted from a day of non-stop sex, her pussy drilled so hard, a man loving her, appreciating her, worshipping that curvy figure. And not just that, but she’d been a virgin up until hours ago, and I’d done such a fucking number on that body, penetrating, feeding myself in deep, prying her open this way and that.

So my baby needed sleep, she needed a sweet, dreamless sleep to recover, to rest and recuperate, to soak the events of the day. Because in addition to owning that sweet body, I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth at dinner. I’d laid it on thick, telling the girl that I loved her, that I’ve adored her for the last five years, dirty old man that I am. And I could tell she heard, but didn’t absorb my words.

“Oh Rob, you’re just saying that,” she smiled sweetly, taking my hand.

I felt like a gawky adolescent then, tongue-tied and awkward as I tried to woo the girl of my dreams at a middle school dance. But what the hell? Might as well go for it.

“Naw,” I ground out. “I love you Mandy Jones, I love you.”

And the brunette merely leaned forward and dropped a sweet kiss on my lips, her pout so luscious, soft and delectable.

“You’re just saying that Rob,” she murmured again, flirting with me. “It’s the steak making you talk, it’s making you hungry so you’ll say anything to get back to your food,” she teased.

I shook my head with frustration. I meant it, every single word. I’m an alpha male who runs the world, always in control of every situation. So why was I in such a dilemma with the girl? Instead of having the brunette tied around my fingers, she had me wound around her fingers instead. Oh yeah, the eighteen year-old nymph was playing the billionaire like a puppet, making me jerk and dance to the music.

So I merely shook my head again because it was better this way. It was better if Mandy thought this was nothing, if it was just a tumble in the haystack, a couple sessions of meaningless sex. It was better to let her go her way, to explore the world, independent and fierce, with nothing to tie her down, nothing stopping a woman of the world, curious and free. And I owed it to her. I owed it to my beautiful girl, the woman I loved so much, letting her fly free.

So I pretended like it was nothing, just a casual comment.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “I love you too baby,” I tossed out noncommittally, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before reaching for the steak sauce. “I love you too, baby girl,” I grunted once more, not looking her way this time.

And she giggled knowingly, flushed with pleasure. But Mandy wasn’t done yet. She’d recently been inducted into the world of men and women and wanted to explore more, wanted to tease and have fun. So giggling, she reached a small hand down and pulled her panties to the side, baring that sweet cunt once again, the folds glistening already, horny and wet.

“Show me how much Daddy?” she breathed. “Show me how much you love me?

And fuck, but it was on. With a roar, I was on her, dinner forgotten, both of us tussling on the kitchen floor before I swept her to the guest room. I made her come so hard, showed her how beautiful she could be, both of us watching as her pussy and ass twitched. I pushed my tongue deep up her butt, exploring her anal canal, making her come while mouthfucking her ass, and oh shit, but she tasted good, that musky smell enveloping us in the sensual, the forbidden.

And now, as I watched the girl sleeping, I only wanted her again. Glancing at the bedside clock, the hands read six a.m. Holy shit, had I really been staring at Mandy this entire time, mooning about like a love struck farm boy? Had it really been hours, the time passing like a snap? Fuck, I was truly up shit creek, my marbles were well and truly scattered.

But there was still time, and I wanted the brunette, bad. Her parents would be coming soon and we had yet to explore the forbidden territory. So slowly edging behind the curvy female, I gently shifted that luscious body until I was lying beneath and behind that mountainous rump, dick tip pressed to her vag. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing.

The girl moaned in her sleep, upper knee lifting as if welcoming my shaft, craving the penetration. She moaned again and those pink lips spread as my rod burrowed in, into the tight wetness, her dripping fount ready for me once more, so ready, so moist even in sleep. And as I fed my hot rod up those insides, suddenly Mandy came awake.

“Rob?” she stammered, blinking, still sleepy. “Mr. Parker?”

I held her close.

“That’s right baby, Daddy likes to wake up his little girl by fucking that vagina. You like a morning dose of sperm? Does that get you hot and horny?”

And instead of shrieking and jumping away, pulling herself off, the brunette merely moaned and spread her legs further.

“Oh yeah, I like Daddy,” she breathed, twisting around to kiss me deeply as I edged up into her hole. “Do it.”

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