Page 25 of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
The cozy moment in the kitchen warmed my heart even more. I wanted so much to pull her onto my lap and kiss her until she begs me to take her to bed. The thought persisted, even though she clearly saw me as Ivy’s dad. I was disgusted with the dirty old man in me.
I punch the bag rapidly and fervently, desperate to let out the frustration that’s gnawing at my insides. I don’t rest as long as I should between the sets because as soon as I stop I feel the energy consuming me. Over the past week, I was able to put my feelings for her in check, and focus on training her. God only knows how I did it. It wasn’t easy to stop my eyes from wandering to her lips and other enticing parts, and each time my hand accidentally brushed against her, my blood rushed south instantly. But I survived, even though I fell asleep with her in mind most of the nights.
Tonight is especially trying to me. We are in my house. She’s sleeping in Ivy’s bedroom. I can easily step over the boundary.
When I see Kayla standing at the basement watching me, her eyes filled with desire, my willpower shrinks to the size of an ant. And when she touches me and makes it clear she wants me, I’m a goner.
The fact she’s wearing nothing beneath her nightgown is enough to engorge my manhood. Her feminine scent further hardens it. The desire to feel her is overwhelming.
Kayla melts in my touch. My God. She’s so beautiful. I can’t stop sucking her luscious peaks or touching her succulent petals. Her moans are music to my ears. After she comes, I pull her to me and hold her tight, kissing her head while molding her soft body into my hard frame.
“Pop my cherry, Richard,” she whispers as she gazes up at me with her sparkling hazel eyes.
Fuck. My dick jolts excitedly. She isn’t making it easy for me. I inhale deeply as I consider. And then I shake my head. “I can’t.”
She looks hurt. “Why not?”
Because I’m too fucking old for you.I smooth her silky hair. “Because I don’t have any condom.”
It’s true. I haven’t used a condom for at least twenty years because I have had no woman other than Olivia.
She bites her lip. The disappointment in her eyes nearly kills me. “But we don’t have to use a condom, do we?”
“Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head. “But I’m in my safe period.”
My heart races. She’s a virgin, and I have an impeccable sexual health history.Say yes. Give it to her.My cock screams in my pants.
It takes all my strength to shake my head. “Save it for a young man worthy of you.”
She frowns. “I don’t want any young man. I want you, Richard. No one but you!”
I inhale deeply. Tonight is a dream, and it’s getting better and better. I’m afraid when I wake tomorrow I won’t be able to face the reality. I kiss her again while debating with myself what to do. I don’t want to hurt the treasure of a girl. I gaze into her eyes a moment later and stroke her cheek. “Kayla. You don’t know how happy you’re making me feel. Believe me, there’s nothing in the world I want more than claiming you. But it’s happening too fast. It’s only been a week since I kissed you the first time. And there’s still the issue of me being your boss. I want to give you some time and make sure it’s what you want. I don’t want you to regret later.”
She listens to me attentively, and then she nods. “Okay. Richard. I wouldn’t regret, but I’ll wait.”
“Good,” I say, holding her hand. “Come on. It’s been a long day, Kayla. You need some sleep and I need a shower.”
She doesn’t move, but stares below my waist. “Don’t you… err… need to release?”
Shit. I look down and see my embarrassingly large bulge under my pants. I glance at her pouty lips and imagine how good it would feel if she would wrap them around me, but I swallow and push the thought out of my mind.
“I’ll take care of it later. Don’t worry about me,” I murmur and drag her upstairs.
After saying goodnight to Kayla again, I head toward my bathroom. I adjust water to colder than usual, attempting to shrink my hard-on, and I scrape my skin to put out the lustful fire that’s consuming me. Nothing I do is useful. Kayla is all I have in mind. I grab my cock and stroke it when the shower door slides open and Kayla stands in front of me, naked.
Fuck me.
“What’re you doing, Kayla?” I rasp. My eyes roam over her beautiful, hourglass figure, and my manhood hardens to a painful state.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes shimmer with lust. “I need a shower, too.”
“You had a shower earlier,” I say, still feasting my eyes on her curves. Her pink buds are still swollen from my kisses, and I can smell the tangy scent of her come.
Kayla’s eyes fall on to my hard length and she murmurs, “I thought you might need someone to…err…scrub your back.”
I’m pretty sure she isn’t here to scrub my back, but I don’t point it out. “That’s very sweet of you.” I hold her hand when she steps in to the stall.
