Page 13 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

“Stay here, I’ll get it for you.”

I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, following the sound to the couch where the phone must have fallen last night. I grab it and bring it to the clearly nervous girl. I squeeze her thigh before she can take it. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m here with you.”

She nods, pressing the phone to her ear. Constanzo must yell something into the speaker because she winces, pulling it slightly from her ear. I want to yank the phone away and rage at the man, but I have to acknowledge the fact that he's just worried about his daughter. Even so, I cannot ignore the distress he's causing to Aria.

“I’m fine, papa,” she says into the phone, her voice a little panicked. “It was snowing hard last night so I asked Orlando to drop me off at a friend’s house.”

I slide my hands under the shirt and up her thighs. Her breath hitches and she blinks at me, confused by what I am doing. Distracting her is what. Maybe doing so while she is on call with her father is not the best idea, but I hate the look on her face when he rages at her, and I want to wipe it away. With the way her cheeks flush and eyes fire up with heat when I rake my handsdown her thighs, I can tell I am doing a pretty damn good job of distracting her.

I push open her knees and nudge them wider to reveal her pussy. I bite back a growl as her feminine lips part slowly for me, revealing her little pink cunt. My cock juts hard against my pants at the sight, begging for me to take her fast and hard on the kitchen island. We can lock the phone in another room and let Constanzo yell his heart out as we make love in the kitchen.

Her breathing starts racing when I drag my knuckle over the valley of her pussy, feeling her grow wet with arousal. She bites her lip hard to cut off a cry, her eyes going glassy. Her breath hitches when I drop to my knees in front of her. "Shhh," I mouth, kissing her inner thigh.

“Oh!” she cries out when I clutch her ass in my hand and draw her to the edge of the counter. Her eyes snap wide with alarm when she realizes what she’s done, hurrying to clear it up with the angry man on the other end of the line. “N-no It’s nothing. I stabbed my toe on a coffee table.”

Good girl.

With my eyes locked on hers, I lean in and inhale her peachy scent nearly getting addicted to how intoxicating it is. I kiss the parted flesh, tasting her sweet arousal on my lips before sliding my tongue through her wet valley. Aria slaps a hand on her mouth to mute her cries. I motion for her to keep quiet as I run my tongue over her clit, bathing it in fast strokes. My cock leaks endlessly behind the fly of my pants as her flavors explode on my tongue.

"I can't talk right now," she chokes out, trying to regulate her breathing but it's a losing battle. Aria shuts her eyes when I bring her thighs to rest on my shoulders before burying my face backinto her sex. "W-why can't I talk right now? Well… Alexa… My friend is calling me to join her for breakfast."

I stroke her swollen clit with the tips of my tongue, feeling her grow slicker by the second. She pumps her hips, coasting my chin and jaw with her wetness. I realize that I can’t get enough of her sweet smooth flavors or even the way she’s staring down at me as I pleasure her.

Mine!

Aria Lorenzo is mine and I will make sure it remains so for as long as I live and breathe.

“Yes,” she chokes out. “I… I promise I will be home for Christmas dinner tomorrow. Yes, O-Orlando will pick me up and… b-ring me home.” A shudder wracks her body as I lap at her and I notice how she bites into her lip to stop a cry. Her face scrunching up with a mix of pain and pleasure when I slide my left hand up and pinch her nipple through the shirt. “Oh… okay. Great. Talk later, bye!”

Aria hangs up the call and tosses the phone across the counter it barely avoids falling off by an inch. “Oh, God,” she sobs, her back arching as I pleasure her. Her legs stiffen and her pussy begins to quiver, signaling how close she is to an orgasm. I close my mouth around her clit in hot suction and it seems that is all she needs to send her over the edge. “Oh, yes!” she sobs, her body shaking as she orgasms. I lick her through her climax until all that’s left are tiny tremors that jolt through her.

Her face and neck are flushed when I rise to my feet. Her chest heaves from the intensity of the orgasm, pushing out her tits. Her nipples poke through the shirt, the sight making my aching cock jut hard behind my fly, begging for release but I push back my own need.

“You are gorgeous, princess,” I rasp seconds before I slam my mouth down on hers. She whimpers into the kiss, wrapping her arms around my shoulder and pushing hard against me. Christ, this girl is perfect, every last inch of her is unreal. I haven’t touched or looked at another woman from the moment I saw her. She has occupied my thoughts and there is no coming back from this.

I hiss out when I feel her fingers trace my pecs and move down to my pants. I push away before she can cup my erection. “I want to do it to you too.”

“And you will,” I rasp against her lips. “We have all day to ourselves. I intend to make use of every second of it. But first, I need to deliver that breakfast I promised you.”

She whines in protest when I push away but I note that the sad and panicked look from earlier is gone so I consider my job done. “Fine, what can I help with?”

“Nothing, just sit there and let me take care of you, Princess. We have a long day ahead of us.”

She flushes, ducking her head but I catch her smile and this time, it’s genuine.

Chapter Six

Aria

Christmas is a pretty big deal in my family. The one event that brings everyone together and yet, I don’t remember it once being a happy occasion for me. Well, it’s fun for everyone who loves drama and revels in chaos, but that is not me.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreaded the holiday. Gathering around a wide table with people I don’t like and pretending that we all get along was draining.

To my father, I was the quiet pretty child that didn't cause a fuss and did everything that was asked of her. To my brothers, I was the sibling they sometimes ignored and other times picked on. To my aunties, I was the boring member of the family who never got them anything to gossip about. Suffice it to say, Christmas wasn't exactly my favorite thing but not this year.

This year is different.

For one, I wake up in bed with the first and only man I have ever loved. His face is buried in my neck, kissing and branding me, pleasure building up from where our bodies meet. We are supposed to be getting ready to leave but neither of us seems in a hurry to get out of bed.

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