Page 16 of Daddy's Best Friend

“Alan, I think we both know why you invited me to your private home for dinner, instead of just telling me what we did was wrong at work.” She rested her elbows on my knees and took my hands, pulling them toward her body until they brushed against her skin. “We are both consenting adults, and we both enjoyed what happened last weekend.”

“Ella, I’m not going to deny that it was incredible. I haven’t felt that young in a decade. I just—”

Her hands guided mine to her breasts, cold and supple. The water had chilled them, the night air breathing a steady breath across her skin peppered with gooseflesh. My dick throbbed, swelling. The pressure I felt in my groin was incredible.

“Alan, if you like something, and it’s not a crime, why not indulge in it?” Ella slid forward, kneeling on the concrete. All I could think was how much that would hurt my knees, but she was practically a kid. My best friend’s kid. “Just let me remind you how good that was first, then we can talk about why it’s not a good idea later. Huh?”

She pulled the drawstring on my swim trunks and slid her fingers beneath the elastic waistband. The tips of her fingers brushed my hardening dick, sending a jolt of sensation into my gut. I wanted her. What the fuck was I doing?

“Ella, stop. Listen, I can’t do this.”

She pushed her hand into my pants and took hold of me, stroking gently as she pulled the elastic down below my nuts. The way she worked her hand felt amazing, slipping her thumb over my head and teasing me. I hadn’t even realized my hands were still on her tits, thumbs pressing into her nipples.

“You’re saying you can’t do this, but your dick is saying you want to. You’re sending mixed signals.” She kissed my bare chest, then began lowering herself, kissing my side and stomach, until her lips wrapped around my cock. Ella sucked me and stroked at the same time. I rested my hands on her back, not wanting her to stop, but not knowing how to keep going. Her swim bottoms rode up a little, exposing her ass and I reached for it, grabbing a handful even as I told myself not to. When she straightened and wiped her mouth clean, I could have kicked myself.

“I don’t have protection.” The decision had been made as soon as her top came off because I had no fucking will power.

“Well, we don’t have to worry about it. Okay?” She stroked me again, her other hand tugging at the ties for her bottoms. As the strings came unknotted and fell, I slid forward eager to have her.

“I can’t have unprotected sex with you. That’s a really dumb move for both of us.” Her hungry kisses on my shoulders and neck made it even more difficult to resist her, and I found my hands on her tits again.

“I count my days, Alan. I’m not fertile right now.” She bit my ear hard, and I responded by pinching her nipple lightly. She chuckled and pulled away. “I’m not getting pregnant. It will be at least another week. Okay? Let’s just enjoy this night.”

“I don’t know, Ella.” It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her. I had made a promise to her father that I would watch out for her. I couldn’t break that promise. And after Heather’s insinuation that office gossip was already being spread, it left me feeling vulnerable.

“Listen, if you want to pull out or whatever, that’s fine too. But I’m telling you. I wouldn’t throw my future away on getting pregnant. You see how driven I am at work. I’m not making that up. I don't want a kid right now. But I do want you.” Ella locked her hands behind my neck and pulled me forward as she rose up and sat on the lounge behind her. As she did, her bikini bottom slid off and she kicked it away.

“Fuck…” The way she spread herself for me, her knees wide, her hands holding her pussy open, I was hungry. But I didn’t dare drop to my knees the way she had. “You swear you know your cycle well enough to know you willnotget pregnant?” My pants were on the ground, and I was kneeling between her knees stroking myself before she even answered.

“Yes, Alan. Now put your dick in me already.” Her nails dug into my sides as I settled between her thighs, sliding into her. If last weekend with a condom on had been incredible, this moment was nothing short of miraculous. Her pussy felt like heaven wrapped around my cock, slick and ready for me.

She clenched around me, pulling me deeper with greedy claw marks on my hips. Her body rose up to meet mine as I thrust in. Her tits bounced each time I pushed into her, her mouth slightly agape letting out tiny grunts of pleasure.

“Make me cum… fuck…” She touched herself, and I couldn’t help but watch as her manicured fingers swirled around in the cummy mess that was her clit. I didn’t know whether to watch her fingers or her tits, and the feeling of her pussy encircling mewas all too much. The condom had deadened the sensations last time. This time there was nothing but her flesh, hot against my cock.

“God, Ella, I’m gonna cum already.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed, massaging her clit faster. “Make me cum… please…” Her desperate pants made me want to please her. My eyes zeroed in on her face, the way the wince of lust unsated met the pleasure I was bringing her showed me how close she was. I fucked her harder.

“You like when I fuck you? You like my cock slamming into your pussy? You cum for me now. Be a good girl… cum for Daddy.”

I saw it—the moment her dam broke, and the release flooded her body. The gasps between clenched teeth as her body convulsed made me lose myself. Nothing existed in that moment, except her pussy and my cock buried deep inside it. The rhythmic pulses of her contracting around me pushed me over the edge, and before I knew it, I was filling her.

I doubled over, pushing her knees down against her chest, pumping in and out of her. I wanted to collapse on top of her, hold her to my body the way lovers do, but the breeze over the water had chilled us both. So I slid out of her, watching as my deposit dribbled onto the lounge.

She let her legs drop and looked up at me as I stood, reaching for my trunks. “No need for those. Let’s have a swim.” Her awaiting hand and giant grin took me by surprise. Uptight Alan Walters—CEO of a nationwide tourism empire—would have scoffed at this. But the man she thought I was, the one I saw reflected in her eyes as she took my hand and stood next to me, that man wanted to play.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her to my body as I tossed us both into the deep end of the pool. Ella shrieked and swatted at me as we plunged beneath the surface. I had no idea what was happening, but I felt alive again.

“You jerk!” she laughed, splashing me. “You’re going to pay.”

“Oh yeah?” I splashed her back. “When?”

“The night is young, and I have nowhere to be.” She draped her arms around me, our naked bodies melding together in the water beneath the moonlight. “Though an old man like you might need a recovery period.” She snickered, but I felt my dick pressing between her thighs.

“I might surprise you.”

She kissed me. The kiss to end all kisses. Ella Vance was trouble with a capital T. And I was a glutton for punishment.

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