Page 5 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad

He pushed my legs apart, settling his large body between my thighs. Nerves broke through. What if I was gross down there?

“Relax, Miranda. And hold on, because I’m going to make you scream.”

I had just a moment to catch my breath before his mouth was on my pussy, doing the most wicked, glorious things to me. I gripped his head with one hand to make sure he never stopped. My other hand gripped the sheets as reality spiraled away. There was only pressure, building, building until it exploded. I screamed, and my body flooded with pleasure. It vibrated with it. Shuddered. It was the most amazing feeling in my life. I finally understood what the big deal sex was to my friends.

He trailed his lips up my body as I lay there completely boneless. “You taste fucking fantastic.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now I’m going to undress and fuck that sweet pussy until you scream.”

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Brett – The Next Day

Christmas was two days away, and I was busting my hump finishing up my holiday shopping and making sure the cabin was ready. I was rich enough that I could hire people to take care of most of my tasks, but I wasn’t going to pawn off chores involving my daughter, Lindsay, to someone else. I knew a businessman who did that shit, and he was always surprised by the gifts “he’d bought” for his wife and kids. Gifts were personal. If a man couldn’t buy his family gifts, he was a shitty husband and father.

Still, I’d planned to have this done yesterday, but I got sidetracked. Who’d have thought the voluptuous woman I’d knocked over would have distracted me from my goal? I’d been in a pisser of a mood, just like now, for having to shop so late. Somehow, the holidays got away from me, so I was at the stationery store for last-minute stocking stuffers. Yes, I still filled a stocking for Lindsay even though she was twenty-one. We were going to the cabin to enjoy family time, and I was hellbent on making it special, as I’d always done since I won custody of her as a toddler.

I’d barged into the store, knocking down a woman. It was my fault, but I was already pissed, and I started to take it out on her. When she batted my hand away and took me to task, I was strangely amused when it should have just pissed me off more. She wasn’t wrong that my normal MO when it came to women was plastic. Plastic women were predictable. Shallow. Easy to enjoy a fuck with and then part ways.

Miranda wasn’t plastic. She was messy and complicated, so it made no sense that the more I talked to her, the more intrigued I was. Not that I still wasn’t after a good fuck and then parting ways. To be honest, I was surprised that she had a drink with me and then let me take her to the hotel. As I sank into her delicious pussy, I was even more shocked to learn that she was a virgin. She was tighter than fuck, and she had me coming after a few hard strokes. It was over too fast, so I convinced her to stay for a meal and then I had her again.

Just like outside the bar, I was reluctant to end the night once all the orgasms were done. It was strange and a little bit unnerving, especially when I considered asking for her last name so I could call her again. Had she asked me to stay, I might have, and that was one rule I never broke.

Thankfully, she said she had to get home. I offered to drive her, but she insisted she was okay since the snow had stopped, and while her car was old, it had all-wheel drive.

The next morning, I woke with a hard-on and happily conjured up the night before as I stroked my dick. It was hard to decide what to focus on. I’d never had a woman as curvy as her, and it was a shock to find out much of a turn-on it was. Her tits were large, which wasn’t unusual for the women I was with. What was unusual was that they were real. I focused on them, imagining my dick sliding through those glorious mounds, her tongue snaking out to lick the tip with each thrust. In my mind, I sprayed my cum over her chest, getting some in her mouth and her licking it, enjoying it. God, I wished I’d thought of it last night.

I showered and dressed, made breakfast, and tried to contact Lindsay. I loved my daughter more than life itself, but holy hell, she could be so difficult to connect with. Oh, well. I’d see her at the cabin. That was when I remembered I still had shopping to do. And that I’d planned to go to the cabin today to decorate for the holidays.

I managed to make it through the holiday shopping without knocking anyone down or hitting anyone. But I was keyed up from the experience, so I headed to the gym. The place was surprisingly packed for two days before Christmas. It was mostly women who seemed to have the strange idea that extra days of exercise before gorging on a holiday meal would make any significant difference in managing their weight.

“Brett.” Duncan, my business partner in the gym franchise and my best buddy, approached me.

“Dunc. I didn’t know you were coming in.”

He shrugged. “I thought you were out of town with the rug rat.” The name was cute when Lindsay was two, but not when she was twenty-one. But Dunc was her godfather and closer to her than anyone besides me, so he got away with it.

“I’m heading out later. I wanted to get in a workout.”

“Gloria is here.”

Ah, hell. Gloria was fit, firm, and built like Barbie. If I met her in a bar, I’d have definitely accepted her advances. But I never fucked clients and she couldn’t seem to get that into her head.

“Maybe I’ll work instead.” I headed to the office.

Dunc followed me. “I tried to call you last night.”

“I was out. Turned my phone off.”

Dunc laughed. “Only you would hook up with a woman while Christmas shopping.”

I shrugged. “I’m lucky that way.” I thought back to Miranda. Yeah. I was lucky to have run into her.

“What’s that look?” Dunc took a seat on the couch in our office as I sat behind my desk. We'd tried separate offices, but we held different hours so it didn’t make sense to have two offices. We turned the other one into a spa room.

“What look?”

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