Page 9 of Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

“Ouch!” I screamed, leaping up, brushing something away with my hand. I didn’t see what it was, but the bite hurt, it absolutely killed and a lump was already forming, hot and swollen. “Ouch, what was that?”

Rob leapt up as well.

“Let me see,” he rumbled authoritatively, spinning me around. “It could have been a tick, a spider, a bee, shit, we’re in the wilderness, we should have put repellant on, it’s my fault.”

And by now tears were filling my eyes, stinging hotly.

“It really hurts,” I panted, leaning forward so that I stood on one leg only, my injured thigh crooked backwards, hands braced on the picnic table. “It really, really hurts.”

And Rob took one look at me, the pained expression, the awkward posture and made an executive decision. He swept me up in his strong arms and strode inside to the living area, plopping down on the couch with my curvy form in his arms.

Normally I would have been ecstatic, breathing hard, heart pumping with excitement, confusion and anticipation. But the bite on the back of my thigh hurt so bad that I couldn’t focus, merely squeezing my eyes shut, grimacing, as Rob positioned me in his lap face down. It was like he was about to give me a spanking, I was draped over those strong muscles, facing forward, little hands gripped into fists from agony.

“Ow, it hurts, it hurts,” I moaned, real tears dropping off my cheeks now. Some sort of poison was spreading in my body, and I was sure there had to be some huge red mark, an open wound at least.

But Rob’s fingers were smooth and steady as they pushed my shorts up.

“Let me take a look,” he rumbled, voice reassuring, professional and smooth. “Hold still and let me take a look.”

I bit my lip, trying not to squirm.

“Ouch!” I squealed as square, firm fingers probed the back of my thigh. “Ouch!”

“Hold still,” he ground out again. “I can’t see if you keep moving.”

But I couldn’t, it hurt so bad and each time he touched it just made it worse.

“Ow!” I screamed again, squirming once more. “Ow!”

This time Rob sighed. His voice came out from above me.

“Baby, I can’t see the bite, your shorts are covering it and you keep moving. Can you hold still for Daddy? How about if I take off your shorts? Will you hold still then, sweetheart?”

Somehow the baby talk and the reassuring rumble of his voice made me calm for a moment. Biting my lip, I nodded, hot tears still dropping off my cheeks.

“Okay,” I murmured, trying not to cry again. “Okay, I won’t move.”

And with deft fingers, Rob reached below me and unsnapped the button of my cut-offs. Slowly, he rolled the denim off my hips and down my legs, inching the fabric gingerly so that it didn’t brush against the wound, each touch so smooth, so agile, that I practically didn’t feel anything despite the fact that I was lying on him, literally spread across that hard male body.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice deep and reassuring. “That’s it, now let Daddy take a look.”

And slowly, those fingers circled the back of my leg once more. The bite was pretty high up, right below the elastic of my panties and I could feel the warm gust of his breath as it wafted over my ass, tempting me even through my tears.

“It hurts,” I whined once more, squirming a bit on his lap. “It hurts Daddy.” Oh god, my breasts were tight now, the nips poking out from my tee. I was clad only in a t-shirt and panties on the lap of the big man, my pussy inches from his face as he inspected the bite.

“It’s not bad,” Rob’s voice rumbled authoritatively, voice like honey as his fingers massaged the area, causing a warm, tingly feeling to start in my cunt. “It’s probably a spider or something, you just got on the wrong side of a mama spider.”

“But how?” I squealed. “What did I do? I was just eating my burger.”

And the big man shrugged, I could feel it in his shoulders even if I couldn’t see them.

“Probably nothing,” he said. “But let Daddy massage it for you, that’ll help the poison dissolve a little faster, help you feel better sooner. Let Daddy take care of you.” And with big, square fingers, he began to rub the little patch on my leg right below my butt cheek. It hurt worse at first, like he was pressing down on the wound, making me grimace a bit, but after the initial shock, the soothing strokes did make the wound feel better. A blissful warmth spread over the back of my leg, so close to my ass, and I moaned appreciatively.

“Mmm, thank you Daddy,” I murmured, heart beating fast now. “Thank you Daddy.”

But there was no reply from Rob although his fingers continued to massage in circles, warm and relaxing. And slowly, the circles began to get bigger. They got bigger and bigger, spiraling outwards until his fingers were just under the elastic of my panties, at first nudging the fabric and then slowly squeezing underneath.

“Honey, this I good for you,” he soothed. “Don’t you feel better now that Daddy’s here?”

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