9.

Dominic.

“Who's there?”

I quickly recognised the voice. Lydia.

For a moment or two we froze as we watched her turn entering back into the house from where she'd emerged from. 

I'm not sure she saw anything, maybe she's just scared. 

“I think we're done here, you should get upstairs to your room.” I muttered as my hands gripped the wheel tighter than necessary, my mind replaying the slick heat of her body, the way she'd clenched around me. 

Eva didn't say a word but a satisfactory smile curled up her lips. Then she started getting dressed.

A few minutes later. 

Eva sat beside me, her skirt smoothed down but still rumpled, a faint flush lingering on her cheeks. She glanced at me, a sly smile playing on her lips, but I didn't speak. The air between us became heavy and the scent of our sex still clinged to the upholstery.

With my left hand on my car's door knob as I tried to make the first move my phone buzzed in the cupholder. 

“Ohh, so I would have forgotten my phone.” I muttered to myself.

I ignored it at first, but the insistent vibration pulled my eyes down. The screen lit up with Claire's name. My daughter's voice message played automatically through the car's speakers, tinny and a bit heavy with alcohol. 

"Dad, I won't be back tonight, no worries…I'm at Blaise's place. I hope you've taken Eva home? I told her you'll be giving her a ride, but she's not answering. Is everything okay?."

“One more thing dad…give her hangover soup before she wretches the whole place up.”

“Stupid girl!,” Eva had called out though with a little smile on her lips. 

“Ohh,” I hit my head with my left hand slowly slumping into my chair.

“I can't be screwing my daughter's best friend” I said in my mind. 

Then I turned around. “You heard her right? Hangover soup it is.”

My daughter's words hung in the air like a dead scent. But Eva's eyes only widened, her hand freezing midway to her thigh where it had been tracing idle circles. 

My jaw clenched, the thrill of our secret souring into something sharper. “Aren't we going to get out of this car,”my mind raced with he sudden quiet amplifying the pounding of his heart. My daughter's voice echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the line I'd crossed.

“Would she ever forgive me if she found out?”

But yet I wasn't feeling remorse, I even wanted more. I'd told my self I'd avoid her in the past but the thought of her couldn't exit me.

I can't masturbate any longer while I can have her.

Eva unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning over to press a quick, heated kiss to my lips. "See you soon," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. Then she slipped out of the car, her hips swaying as she walked toward the entrance, not looking back.

I sat there, engine off, watching her go. I kept silent, my breath shallow, eyes fixed on her retreating figure until the door clicked shut behind her. The night swallowed her whole, leaving me alone with the ghost of my daughter's voice and the ache in my groin that hadn't fully faded.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. My cock twitched at the memory of Eva's ass cheeks painted with my cum, the way she'd begged for more. 

I was still glued to my car's seat, even the air I breathed reminded me more. I couldn't help but stroke my erected cock.

“Yes!,” Eva lick it that way. “You're fucking good you slut.”

I ran my hands through her hair dragging her forward to take me whole.”

I arched my head back with extreme pressure. “ “Fuck…you're really good.”

I started dragging my hips up to meet her mouth, fucking her mouth mercilessly.

“Ugg–hhh, Daddy!,” she tried to mutter with saliva gushing from her open mouth. 

Call that name again, I yelled. 

Daddy!!

“Again!!,” I said slamming harder this time. “Call it, call the name of the person who owns this pussy.”

Daddy—Dominic 

“Yes!!,” I said thrusting more until I could feel my cook hit her throat causing her to whimper.

As I tried to grab her breasts I ended up grabbing the steering wheel. 

“Gosh, fuck.” I yelled out in anger. 

Realisation stuck me. “There was no Eva.” 

I couldn't shake it because the need clawed at me, raw and insistent. Fuck the risks. I snatched my phone, thumb hovering over her contact before dialing. It rang twice before she picked up, her voice breathy, teasing. "Miss me already?"

"I need to touch you," I growled, the words tumbling out unfiltered. "Your skin, your pussy—now. I'm coming over."

There was a pause, then a soft laugh that sent heat straight to his balls. “I'm not sure you should come, Aunt eva will be waiting for you.”

“You don't want her, tonight?” She teased. Jealousy clearly sounding from her voice.

“Please I can't risk it.” she said. 

Now I'm sure she's just trying to pull my legs and make me burn. 

I thought I've already apologised about Lydia. “It'll never happen again.. I promise.”

“Ohhh, will it not?” she answered sarcastically.

“Tomorrow and your grinding her clit from under the table.”

“No more Eva, I'm coming over.” I said and dropped my phone.

I didn't waste time. The pushed my shoe into the hole under my driving seat and picked my jacket putting it on. I'm sure Lydia will be upstairs wouldn't want to draw her attention so I started bare foot.

Her room was only some metres away, but it felt like torture. My cock hardened fully in my jeans, straining against the zipper, pre-cum already dampening my boxers. Visions flashed: her lips wrapped around him, her tight ass taking every inch. By the time I tiptoed up the stairs, sweat beaded on my forehead, desire a fire in my veins.

I knocked on her door, panting slowly. But no voice came.

I knocked again, but this time I heard far movements not close to the door. She wasn't intent to opening it, maybe she wanted me to beg. 

“Eva,” I whispered slowly. Not wanting Lydia to hear. 

“Please…open the door Daddy's here. Don't you want Daddy again?”

“Go away” she replied from inside. 

Now restless I clutched my jeans trying to suppress my now erected cock. “Please…Eva, what can I do to please you?” I asked as I almost fell to the floor. 

“Touch yourself and call my name.”

“How courageous of this little bitch.” I muttered while trying hard to catch my breath.

“But baby, Lydia would hear, do you want that.” I said in a way low, slow whisper.

“Then you're not serious because that's exactly what I want.”

What a very audacious human being. I stood perplexed. 

I couldn't help it. I can't go up to Lydia because I wanted Eva's pussy not hers. Another thought came to my mind, I'd rather do what she says before Lydia comes looking for me. 

“Okay, baby I'd do that.”

With no other option, I unbuckled my belt. And it fell to the floor with a thud. Then I brought out my large cock holding it with my two hands. 

Baby.. please, I said while stroking the top of my cock hard. 

Then, I started touching my self allover again as if the one on the car wasn't enough. Repeating the same words I did in the car so she could hear.

Yes!,” Eva lick it that way. “You're fucking good you slut.”

I ran my hands through her hair dragging her forward to take me whole.”

I arched my head back with extreme pressure. “ “Fuck…you're really good.”

I started dragging my hips up to meet her mouth, fucking her mouth mercilessly.

“Ugg–hhh, Daddy!,” she tried to mutter with saliva gushing from her open mouth. 

Call that name again, I yelled. 

Daddy!!

“Again!!,” I said slamming harder this time. “Call it, call the name of the person who owns this pussy.”

Daddy—Dominic 

“Yes!!,” I said thrusting more until I could feel my cook hit her throat causing her to whimper.

Suddenly, the door flung open. Eva stood by the door.

“Ohh, you're fucking dead.” I muttered loud enough for her to hear. 

But she stood unafraid. “I know you want to ruin my pussy…Daddy!.” 

“Please…ruin my pussy…Daddy!”

“I'll take it all in.” She said licking her lips.