Page 27 of Surprise Baby for Daddy's Best Friend

I moaned again as the song picked up the pace. I slid my fingers down, pressing deep inside me, and curled my fingers upward. A loud gasp escaped my lips.

"Good girl. Imagine that's my cock pounding in you," imaginary Jared said.

I mumbled in agreement and pressed my fingers deeper inside, spreading myself open. The idea of Jared watching me as I pleasured myself sent waves of excitement through me. To have him see me as some slut who needed to have him every day and yearn for him to fuck me.

I moved the shower head lower to angle the water pushed against my clit. The vibrations of the water and the pulsing of my fingers sent me into another dizzying heat. I was no longer focused on matching the music, I just wanted more.

My mind shifted my fingers to Jared's hand as he took over my body. His thick fingers pressed against my walls to reach as deep as he could until I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Oh god," I moaned out.

"How much do you want me?" Imaginary Jared asked.

"I want you to take me right now, please," I begged hungrily.

My fingers moved faster and shifted from his hand to his cock pressing inside me. It pulsated against my folds as he pounded me hard and fast. The water continued to smack my clit in earnest.

"Fuck!" I gasped as an orgasm overtook me.

I rode the wave of pleasure as the walls of my pussy pulsated around my fingers, pulling them further in. The wetness drenched my hand as I continued to curl my fingers and hit my pleasure points. My mind swirled higher with each motion of my hand and I pulled the showerhead closer to my clit for a stronger water power against my body.

My body slowly calmed down, and the image of Jared faded away to the back of my mind. My face felt flushed after the excitement and the heat made it impossible to breathe steadily.

I leaned back against the tiles, and sucked in a deep breath to steady myself. I wasn't sure if this would be the last time I had to do this without Mandi knowing, but I did know I needed Jared to help calm me down. There was no way I could last the rest of the week with him so close without wanting to fuck him every chance I got.

I wandered backinto the room and collapsed in bed. The cool sensation of the pillow balanced out the heat from my face. I glanced at Mandi who was fast asleep in her bed. I was thankful I hadn’t woken her up. I could only imagine the questions she would have for me, had she known.

It wasn't like I was ashamed of doing it, but I also wasn't keen on talking about it, especially with her. Perhaps I would bring it up with Jared to excite him later. To make him want me even more with the knowledge that I fingered myself while imagining him.

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. The orgasm was still fresh in my body, my muscles were still twitching ever so slightly from the pulsating, sending small pleasurable reminders of my time in the bathroom.

"God I'm going to need a good fuck after this," I muttered to myself and fell asleep.

10

JARED

Iset my phone up to screencast on the TV and stood in front of the large spectacled woman who was beaming up at me. She was adorable, like a doll with the freckles on her cheeks and the tight curls that created a sort of halo around her dark skin. But it was her brain and professionalism that I appreciated the most.

"So, which do you think?"

I put the black polo shirt up to my chest.

"This one?"

I shifted to a white button-up.

"Or this one?"

She scrunched her nose and typed something on her computer, "There's a store nearby that sells ready-made clothes that might be better suited." She cleared her throat. "I can order something and have it delivered to your room before the dinner."

"Let's do that then. Oh!" I snapped my fingers, "Make sure it gives me that look of being 'young' and not too stuffy. I don't want to stand out against the bride and groom, but I don't need to be frumpy either."

She chuckled, "I think if you keep saying stuffy and frumpy you might hurt your chances of being young, sir."

That was something I could respect about Jessica. She was honest about her thoughts, even when my requests sounded more than a little absurd. I had hired her right after she got out of college, as my personal assistant both at work and home. There wasn't exactly anyone I could trust to be honest with me without trying to make me feel better. Even if it frustrated me, I know she always had my best interests in mind.

"Fine, I'll try and stay hip with the lingo," I rolled my eyes and we both laughed at the sarcasm.

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