I Fucked My Bestfriend’s Daddy…

The next morning, I found myself in nothing but my underwear, trying on clothes at Jade’s instruction.

She was also half naked, her creamy skin and soft, voluptuous body glowing in the sunlight.

In the five years that had passed, Jade had developed the body of a goddess.

I silently wished I had even half of her supple curves and enticing breasts.

All I had was a petite ass and tits that were bigger than average but not big enough to be spectacular.

I shoved away the pang of jealousy that always reared its head whenever I was naked next to Jade and focused on the task at hand.

I slipped into a cute sweater and a jean skirt and struck a pose for her.

She lifted her gaze from her phone, took one look at me and wrinkled her nose.

“Absolutely not, Lucy. Take that off right now.”

I groaned. “What’s wrong with this one?”

I’d already exhausted everything I packed. My clothes were strewn everywhere.

Jade rolled her eyes and stood. “That’s not a good fit.”

She reached into her closet and pulled out a sparkling selection of her sluttiest dresses. Laying them on the bed, she pointed.

“Take your pick and take off that ugly thing. You’re not dressing like a freaking nun in my house.” She walked over to the window, her hips swaying in elegant arcs and peered out. “There’s this insanely hot neighbor who just moved in across the street. I’ve seen him shirtless a few times and he’s ripped. A total fuck-boy.”

“Jade…”

“What? You don’t have a boyfriend and you’re still a virgin at twenty-one. It’s a fucking crisis!”

Her ass jiggled as she bounced on her feet and caught my attention for a full second.

“New Year’s is in three days. You need to begin the new year with a hot fuck. So, babes, you’re going to catch his eye at this party by any means. And for that to happen, you need to dress fuckable.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died on my tongue.

I didn’t want a random neighbor’s cock.

The only man I craved was her father.

The only cock I needed was tucked away in his pants.

But if dressing like a whore would appease her, then I’d do it.

“Fine,” I muttered, picking up a tiny black dress. It was scandalously short, with a plunging neckline that put my tits on display and a hem that brushed against my ass.

Jesus.

“Good choice,” she said, turning to me.

I slipped it on and went to the mirror.

I gasped in wonder.

The fabric clung to me like a second skin, defining my curves and complementing my skin.

My nipples poked visibly against the thin material, and my thighs flashed sexily.

I bent down slightly and the dress rode up so high that the bottom of my lace thong peeked out.

I looked like pure sin wrapped in a fucking black bow.

Jade whistled. “Damn, girl. That neighbor is going to bend you over before midnight.”

I wished it was your Dad, I thought, staring at my reflection.

We did our makeup—smoky eyes, glossy lips that screamed “fuck my mouth”—and headed downstairs in pointy heels.

Jade was buzzing with excitement, typing furiously on her phone.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” she said, grabbing a bottle of champagne and popping it open. “I’m going to slip out and meet this guy I’ve been talking to. He’s the hot neighbour’s roommate. I’ll get them to come back here so it’ll be just the four of us. It’ll be hot as hell and you’ll finally get that virgin cunt of yours fucked properly.”

She paused, a sudden realization dawning on her pretty face. “Or you don’t want a guy? Maybe a girl? I won’t judge.”

My stomach twisted. I laughed awkwardly. “I don’t want a girl.”

The only person I want stretching my tight little hole is your father, I almost added.

Jade kept talking, describing how the neighbor would eat me out on the couch while his friend fucked her.

“Ohhh, it’s going to be so fun!” she squealed. She took a deep swig of the champagne and passed the bottle to me. “Wish me luck. I’ll be back in a few.”

She slapped my ass playfully and danced to the front door. As the door closed, she gave me a sultry wink.

I sighed and dropped onto the couch to wait, sipping the champagne. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes to hours. And no Jade.

I sent several texts and got no reply.

I called and it went to voicemail.

Once the sun began to set, I realized Jade had forgotten about me. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She’d get me riled up and then leave me high and dry.

Jade was as unreliable as all the boys she fucked.

In the empty silence, my thoughts returned to Dante and my thighs immediately got sticky, a mounting pressure in my core.

I got up, needing to distract myself.

I slipped out the back door into the cool evening.

The backyard was quiet, fairy lights twinkling faintly on the fence.

My eyes landed on the old bicycle leaning against the garage wall—the same one

Dante had taught me to ride all those years ago.

The memory hit me like a wave of heat.

His strong hands on my waist.

His body pressed close.

I walked over.

Kicking off my heels, I hiked the dress up so I could swing my leg over, and tried to balance.

The seat pressed right against my soaked thong, rubbing my swollen clit with every small movement.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

Still, I pushed off, wobbling pathetically as the tires swayed.

My tits bounced heavily in the low-cut dress, nearly spilling out as I rode out of the backyard to the wide driveway.

Most of what Dante had taught me had flown out of my head, except the feel of his hands, the heat of his breath, the thoughts of—

The garage door suddenly rumbled to life, startling me.

Headlights swept across the driveway as a sleek black car pulled up.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I swerved out of the car’s path. I tried to steady the bike on the lawn but nearly tipped over, my dress riding so high my ass cheeks were exposed to the night air.

“Fuck me,” I hissed.

The car door opened.

A deep, amused voice cut through the darkness.

“You still don’t know how to ride a bicycle?”

I whipped around so fast I fell off the bike. As I picked myself up quickly, smoothing my dress, I turned and a gasp trapped in my chest.

Dante was leaning on the car like every wet dream I’d ever had come to life.

At forty-five, he was still unfairly, devastatingly hot.

His hair now had streaks of silver at the temples, his jaw covered in a light stubble that I immediately imagined scraping against my inner thighs.

I swallowed dryly as my eyes trailed down to his muscled chest.

The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of tanned skin and dark chest hair.

His trousers hugged powerful thighs and defined the heavy bulge at his crotch.

My pussy clinched so hard I whimpered softly.

At the sound, those dark brown eyes locked onto me, sending a fresh gush of wetness into my already ruined thong.

Fuck.

“W-what are you doing here?” I stammered, my cheeks burning as I tried to tug my dress down. It barely covered anything.

“It’s my house.”

“But you shouldn’t…Jade said…” I trailed off, distracted as Dante stepped closer, his eyes slowly dragging up my barely-dressed body.

From my long legs, to the swell of my hips, over to the way the dress clung to my ass, and finally up to my heaving tits threatening to burst free.

Either I was imagining things, or he looked like he wanted to devour me.

“You’re way too overdressed for a bike ride.” He paused, his voice dropping low as he stopped a foot away. “Why do you still not know how to ride a bicycle?”

For a moment, I felt dizzy. “I… I know how. I’m just not perfect at it.”

There were so many other things I was perfect at—Like how to suck cock.

I didn’t mind dropping to my knees right here on the driveway and showing him how much I wanted to worship his cock.

I’d lick every vein, swirl my tongue around the swollen head, choke myself on his length until tears ran down my face.

So he knew how much of a cocksucker I was. Then I’d climb on and ride him like the desperate slut I was.

Fuck! The fantasy was so vivid I could almost feel it—his big hands gripping my waist, guiding me up and down his pulsing cock.

I imagined the wet sounds of my soaked pussy would make sliding along his shaft, the way my tits would bounce in his face for him to suck and bite.

I was perfect for that.

Not riding a stupid bike.

My nipples were pebbled now.

A trickle of arousal rolling down my inner thigh.

Dante’s gaze darkened, like he could read every depraved thought flashing through my mind.

“Some things never change,” he murmured, that deep voice sending shivers straight to my core.

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to ask him what he meant.

To feed my sick fantasies.

But I didn’t, instead, I asked, “Will you… teach me again? Tomorrow?”

A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “Of course, I’ll teach you tomorrow, baby girl. We’ll work on your balance… and a few other things you might need help with.”

My breath hitched.

“I can’t wait,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Dante’s eyes flashed with something that looked like raw hunger. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Neither can I.”

The promise hung heavy in the night air as he finally stepped back, leaving me trembling, my body on fire and my mind consumed with nothing but him.

Jade’s plans for a stranger’s cock didn’t matter anymore.

All I could think about was Dante.

His cock. His hands. His teeth.

He got into his car and drove it into the garage.

As he stepped out and locked the vehicle, he called out, “Are you coming?”

I swallowed hard, picked up the bicycle and pushed it forward.