Page 13 of Daddy's Best Friend

She looked up at me with a hurt expression. I could imagine the guts it took to do what she had done—kissing me boldly like that. “Ella, we can’t do this. We’re both a little drunk. We need to sober up, and we won’t feel this way anymore.”

“We?” She reached for me, splaying her hand across my chest.

The slightest encouragement to her fragile self-confidence made her climb onto my lap. Why had I said “we?” Yes, I felt highly aroused by her, and if I made the wrong move my cock would grind upward against her body and there would be no stopping it then. But I made a promise to her father, and besides that she deserved so much better.

“Ella, please.”

“Alan, I turned Trevor down, because I don’t want boys like him.” She tossed her hair back, exposing her ear and neck, then leaned in to kiss my jaw. “I lost interest in immaturity.”

Ella was stunning. Drop-dead gorgeous if you ask me. She could have any guy she wanted, and from what Trevor had said to me, many guys had tried. Trevor was perfect for her—close to her age, successful, similar interests. It made no sense to me that she would push him away. As she attacked my neck, I thought back to that night at her house, the vibrator, the sex toys… That had to be why she was self-pleasuring instead of choosing real, committed sex.

“Guys my age… or close to my age… they only want sex. Paul told me I was ‘sex and friendship’ and that hurt. I’m more than just a fuckin’ blow-up doll.”

I gripped her hips, still feeling like this was very wrong. Very, very wrong. “Ella, we can’t do this. It’s not okay. Your father—”

“My father” —she sat up and stared at me— “does not get to decide who I fall in love with, who I have sex with, what I drink, what I wear, who I date!” Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing up out of her top with each breath. I had to force myself not to look down at their perfect curves. “Alan, I want a man who cares about my heart, one who knows how to make me feel good. I canrub off any time but finding a man to love me will never happen because I’m expected to love boys, and they’re incapable of love.”

The temptation to spin her around and pin her to the bed grew by the second. “So, your self-pleasuring?” The idea of taking that small plug and sinking it into her body was the last straw. I was already having a difficult time holding back. The mental picture of her with those sex toys, splayed out on a bed waiting for me made my dick swell.

“Is a last resort to getting any satisfaction because men are assholes… Except you.” Her lips covered mine again, and I didn’t resist. I cupped both of her cheeks and kissed her hard. I was caving; I could feel my will to resist her for her own good, just slipping away.

“Ella, this is so wrong.” I held her head firmly, her forehead pressed against mine. “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

“Tell me you don’t want this too, Alan. If you can tell me you’re not even slightly attracted to me, I’ll walk away now.” Ella ground down on my lap squeezing my cock between our bodies. “I think that proves otherwise.”

“Shit…” I couldn’t deny that I wanted her, whether because I was a sex-starved, single billionaire with standards so high no woman had ever met them, or if it was just because she was that amazing. She wasthat amazing. Everything I wanted in a woman—smart, funny, caring, professional, helpful, really fucking hot, and interested in me. She was just half my age.

“Alan,” she whispered into my ear, “fuck me.”

If her father came in right now, I’d be in a world of trouble. But I couldn’t say no. “We cannot have unprotected sex.”

“I have a condom.”

“No one can ever find out.” I released her head, my hands sliding lower over her breasts. My heart hammered, racing out of control. I felt like a teenager again, sneaking away while the party was going on to have sex. The way she wanted me made something inside of me come alive that I thought I had lost.

“Never…” Ella kissed me again, then leaned across the bed, she rifled through her purse and pulled out a condom. “Now, fuck me.” She held the foil-wrapped sleeve in front of my face, but I moved her hand out of the way and buried my face between her breasts.

She gasped softly as I nipped at her exposed cleavage. How many times had I thought about this exact thing when she’d worn a top that was low cut to the office. When she bent over my desk to look at my computer a bit more closely. My stubble scraped along her skin, my teeth biting down.

“Fuck, I need you in me. This has been driving me insane all night. I need you to fix it.” She grabbed my wrist and shoved it up her skirt between her legs. She was soaked, her panties, her thighs, dripping with cum. “Please help me,” she whimpered.

“God that’s hot.” I couldn’t get to the fly of my pants if I tried, not with her on me like this. So, I lay back and gave myself more room to undo my belt. As I did, Ella rose up, shimmying her skirt higher around her hips. She used her teeth to tear open the condom wrapper. “Let me…” I took it from her with one hand as I pulled my dick free from the burdensome material. It wasn’t the most romantic way to have sex, but if we got fully naked and someone walked in there would be no explaining anything. This was bad enough.

Ella stretched her panties to the side and massaged her clit. My brain felt overloaded. I bumbled with the condom just getting it over the tip of my cock. It had been so long since I put a condom on. When it was rolled on all the way, she rose up, and I held myself upright so she could settle over me, and when she did it was glorious.

“Oh my god…” Ella began grinding on me, thrusting and finding a rhythm that pleased her. Her palms firmly planted on my hip bones; she worked her hips like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Fuck, Alan… oh my god…” Her nails dug into my sides, her pussy clenching around me just as rhythmically as her serpentine dance.

“Shit… It’s been so long.” I grabbed her tits, squeezing them through the fabric of her top and her bra—no padding… all natural.

She forced my hand downward, and I took the hint. I pressed a thumb to her clit and started massaging, and it took absolutely no time. When self-pleasuring is what you’re used to, the real thing makes you go twice as fast. She convulsed around my cock, spasming and clenching around me. The grip she had on my hips tightened and I thought she’d draw blood. Her thrusts stopped, so I took over, driving upward into her. As my climax built, I swore I heard voices approaching, so I didn’t hold back.

Our bodies collided in a steamy mess. And we didn’t even get to enjoy the relaxation of post-orgasmic afterglow. As soon as my release was finished, and she had enjoyed the last vestiges of her release, I sat up, and she kissed me again. I expected it to be a fast peck that she’d retreat from, but it wasn’t. It was a kiss that conveyed strong emotion, the kind you have with a lover when you have something powerful and deep with them.

“Ella, I think someone’s coming.”

She whimpered, but she stood and tugged her skirt back down, then held her hand out. “Give me the condom. I’ll go clean up.”

I glanced at the door, now knowing someone was coming. She scrambled for her purse and picked up a few stray items that had fallen out of it as I slid the sleeve off my dick, careful not to spill its contents. Her eyes darted to the door too and the approaching footsteps. She snatched the condom and dashed into the bathroom, and I popped off the bed and tucked my still-hard cock back into my pants and fastened them shut—shirt mostly tucked in—just as the door swung open.

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