SIMONE
One week after my 18th birthday, I got the best gift of my life. My uncle fell and broke his leg. I know. I know. It makes me sound like a total ass. I’m not happy that my uncle got hurt, but I am happy that my parents decided to leave for a week to go and help him, and I’m really happy that they don’t trust me to be alone at the house yet.
They asked Jack if he could come and stay at our house for the week, and he’d said yes.
Jack is my dad’s best friend. He practically helped raise me. I have so many memories of Jack from when I was little. He’d always been there for me, protected me, helped me with anything I needed. He was the absolute best.
But then my feelings started changing. It started a couple of years ago. I began noticing his rock-hard body, the strong line of his jaw, the cute dimple that appeared in his left cheek anytime he laughed or smiled, and his eyes. Holy shit, his piercing blue eyes that looked so damn good with his black hair. I’d noticed recently that there was a tiny bit of gray coming through, but I didn’t care. I just thought it made him look sexier.
I’d been saving myself for Jack, and this week I was finally going to get him to make me a woman. His woman.
I’d been shamelessly flirting with him for a while now, but so far, he’d refused to take the bait. But I was 18 now, and he was going to be all mine for a whole week. I was willing to do whatever it took to have Jack. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance.
My parents had already left a few hours ago, and when I heard an engine in the drive, I squealed in happiness and peeked out the window. I watched as Jack got out of his black jeep. Just the sight of him gave me butterflies in my tummy, but that’s not all he did to me. Looking at his broad, muscular shoulders and chest, the black t-shirt that barely contained his biceps, and the jeans that made his ass look so fucking delicious made my nipples harden instantly. I felt the familiar slickness between my thighs that I always felt when Jack was around. How was it possible for him to have this powerful of an effect on me?
I watched him grab a duffel bag from the back of his jeep, sling it over his broad shoulder, and head for the door. Nervously, I looked down at the skimpy outfit I was wearing. I’d put on my shorty shorts, a tight t-shirt with no bra, and I’d painted my toes a pretty pink. I’d kept my long blonde hair down because he’d said once that he loved the way it curled a tiny bit at the ends. Sure, it was just a passing comment, and, yes, it had been a while ago, but it still counts, damn it!
I knew Jack had a key, so I waited at the top of the stairs until I heard the door click shut and the heavy sound of his boots in the entryway. Giving my hair one more toss, I ran down the stairs yelling his name.
“Jack!” I hollered as I came rushing down the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare legs and bouncing tits. I flashed him a wide smile and jumped into his arms for a hug, wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed myself against his hard, muscled body and breathed in his familiar scent. He always wore the most delicious smelling cologne, but underneath, it was all Jack, and I loved it.
He laughed, gently setting me down before pulling me away from him. I groaned in protest and gave him a pout.
“Hey,” he said, laying a finger under my chin to tilt my face up to his.
“You’re getting a little big to be doing that, aren’t you, Simone?”
“Jack!” I pouted, “didn’t you miss me?”
He smiled, showing me that sexy dimple. “Of course I missed you, kiddo.”
He gave my arm a quick squeeze before he picked up his duffel bag and headed to our downstairs spare room.
I could barely contain my wicked grin as I ran to catch up to him.
Tugging on his forearm, I pulled him back towards the stairs.
“That’s not where you’re staying, silly.”
“I’m not?”
“Of course not,” I said as if it were obvious. “Mom and Dad aren’t going to make you sleep on that uncomfortable futon for a week. They told me to tell you to stay in their room.”
I held onto his arm as we walked up the stairs, leading him to the bedroom right across the hall from mine. Walking in, I threw myself on the bed, rubbing my hand over the top blanket.
“See? Much more comfortable. I washed the bedding and got everything ready for you.”
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched me laying on the bed, but instead of joining me, he gave his head a sharp shake and quickly looked away.
“I don’t mind staying in the guest room. Maybe it would be better if I were downstairs.”
“No, Jack. It’s what they wanted. Besides,” I said, rolling onto my tummy and kicking my feet, “I’ll feel a lot safer knowing you’re so close to me.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed.
I gave a happy squeal when he said, “Okay, I’ll stay in here then.”
“Perfect,” I said, jumping off the bed. “I’ll go and start supper!”
I walked a few steps and stopped, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that they’re having trouble with the hot water in the master bath, so you’ll have to shower with me.”
I laughed when his blue eyes got even wider. “I mean use my shower. I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t wait for him to answer, and instead gave a little excited jump because I liked seeing him watch my tits and then headed downstairs for the next phase of my plan.
With his other hand, he runs his thumb through my wet slit. Around the edges, he glides through my juices, tempting insertion just like his tongue tempts me at my other end. His finger runs over my clit, slipping easily over the wet nub, before making his rounds again, finding my clit once more and giving it a solid nudge as he passes through.His tongue continues its torture, and I groan so loud, the torment unbearable. “Oh god, Daddy! It's so good. It feels so good!” This is how he's crushed every nervous thought, every anxious desire, since day one. He's found my weakness. He teases me until all I want is pleasure. Nothing in the world could get in the way of that desire, and I softened from a girl with uncomfortable edges to a withering blob of hormones and libido.My lower back undulates and my hips beg to be taken. They beg him, pushing back into his tongue, searching for the end of his finger, looking to draw it in on burning appetite.When Daddy sees this, he knows my motions
All the ways Daddy shoved his cock down my throat. Gentle and rough, loving and dominant, and the number of times I drank his seed... Focus, focus. Not nasty. Not today. Last night was the last night, you promised yourself. You have work you have to get to. You need to go back to the right mindset, the one you had before Daddy turned all his lust on you. You're an adult, you have a career, and in a couple of minutes, you'll have a clean mouth again.Daddy, though, has his interests to consider. He doesn't work soon, and he doesn't see why his little girl couldn't be a little late. Daddy slowly spins me around. I look into his eyes, the soft brown paralyzing me everywhere but my hand, which mindlessly brushes away at my teeth, the foam building as I seemingly spend way more time than usual cleaning my mouth.I'm going to have a glowing smile after this. Caused by what, that's undetermined yet.Daddy smirks and lowers himself to his knees. My eyes follow him, my hand brushing, my mind e
DADDY, DON'T MAKE ME WET BEFORE WORK!The way my stepfather's fingers float under my shirt and over my stomach, caressing ever so lightly, settles every last nerve in a burst of nirvana.I even sway on my feet as I let it all sink in, clutching my cup of coffee so I don't let it shatter on the kitchen floor.But I giggle, lowering my hand and pushing him out of my clothes.“Daddy, quit it!”He huffs behind me before returning to the kitchen table.He might have calmed my nerves, but I know that wasn't his goal. I know Daddy's whole reason for being so close to me is to turn me on!He's such a naughty man!“Aren't you going to eat something, girl?”I shake my head as I take my seat across from him, holding my mug in both hands as I sip my coffee.“Babygirl, you really should eat. It's your first day, you're going to need your energy.” He chows down on his eggs and toast as if signaling to me how it's done.“I know, Daddy,” I say, slowly consuming my hot drink, somehow hoping time will
His tongue enters my mouth as his hands pin my wrists against the wall again. His fingers grip me hard, and the powerful restraints have a freeing feeling like I don't have to worry about making any decisions for myself. The only thing left is to let this former marine have his way with me. His mouth makes its way back to my chest, and Nick—no, 'Daddy'— feasts on my open nipples again. His tongue circles my flesh before his lips pounce on my meat, sucking in my nub and beating it with light flicks of his tip. My nipple knocks back and forth, and I can't help but push my chest out, pushing it closer to Daddy's mouth. The feeling is sublime, and I melt back into the doors, letting him do all the work.My body calms and the only thoughts roaming my mind are tied to sensations. The hardwood at my back, the rough hands at my wrists, the looseness of my muscles, the eager tongue at my chest, the warmth enveloping me as Daddy leans harder into my body. It's like an aura surrounding me, his m
Daddy shakes his head, sighing as he stares at his cigar. “My god,” he ponders, the disgust apparent in his face and voice. “I can't believe...” He looks up at Nick, studying his dark features. “...this girl would lie so maliciously to get you in trouble—no, maybe even thrown in jail.”Nick shrugs. “It's not surprising, sir. Not to me, at least.”My jaw hangs loosely. “What?! I'm not lying! Those things happened! Nick is a sick pervert and you need to get rid of him.” Daddy picks up his cigar and takes a long drag of it. He removes it,rubbing it in his fingertips as he contemplates his words. “That's strange,” he says, “since Nick was on an errand out of the house and didn't show up until this morning.”Both of them look at me, and my heart sinks into my chest. Oh my god...I thought... I thought the guy I saw guarding outside Daddy's door was Nick.That's his usual position.I titter. “No, Nick was here, Daddy. I swear it.” I swallow, my realization that I accused him on the one nig
DADDY'S BODYGUARD GETS REVENGEI smirk. I pinch my lips, trying to keep from forming a wide-ass grin. I just can't help myself. It's too funny, if not incredibly messed up. It is messed up. Anyone would say it is. But I don't care. I don't give a single shit: I had to be here to see this because it's exactly what he deserves for turning me down.My stepfather's bodyguard stands tensely in front of my stepfather's desk, his eyes forward, not making eye contact with me or Daddy. His hands are folded behind his back, just like the military man he is, waiting to be dismissed in the most humiliating way possible.Daddy chews on his cigar, smoking heavily as he studies his favorite soldier, the man who guarded him from the first moment Daddy had any sort of money. He's the first man Daddy let protect him from the savage world.So it's funny how deeply he's lost in thought as he ponders terminatingNick's contract.All because of me.I clear my throat. “Come on, Daddy,” I say. “You know you