In Daddy's Bed (An age gap erotica collection)

Chapter 1: 

LORA'S POV.

I had walked in on Roderick on the night of my father's funeral with his palm around his cock, grunting and moaning my name. I had been shocked, I should have turned around immediately, but my eyes lingered on his thick, veiny dick longer than it should have. 

He came into my room later that night to apologize, but for some reason, I didn't believe that he was sorry. 

“I'm sorry you had to see that, Lora.” His deep, raspy voice sounded that night. But there was no guilt, no shame. 

We had moved past it… at least he had. For me, it became all I could think about. Every night, as soon as the lights went off, I thought about sneaking into his room again, and instead of walking away, I fantasized about getting filled with his big cock. I thought about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me with his fingers curling around my hair. 

Roderick was close to sixty, but age had nothing on him. He was built like a god, with a body so beautifully crafted that it left me with a throbbing core whenever I caught a glimpse of it. And his face? That perfectly sculpted face? I could stare at him all day. 

He was my father's best friend, they were friends for close to thirty years before my father died of a heart attack. He had agreed to let me to stay with him since I had no other relatives and my college was just thirty minutes away.

“For the sake of friendship,” he said. But I saw the lust in his eyes when he stared at me at the funeral. I thought it was creepy then, but I would give anything to have him look at me like that again. 

That night, it was raining, and I was sitting in the living room with a wine in my right hand, waiting for Roderick to return. It was a Friday, and he was usually home late on Fridays. I wondered how he would react to meeting me on the couch with his t-shirt on and no underwear. 

I giggled at my thoughts, at my obsession with getting fucked by my father's best friend, and then sipped the wine. 

I wasn't always like this, but I guess people change, especially when some old hottie starts to look at you like you're the only woman in the world. 

The front door opened, and a cold chill ran down my spine. His cologne, strong and choking, filled my lungs first before he stepped in. I dropped the glass and rose to my feet, slowly making my way over to him. 

“Welcome home, Roderick. How was your day?” I asked in a soft tone, my toes digging into the marble floors. 

He paused, his eyes roaming my body like he had just seen me for the very first time. His head tilted, and he let out a heavy breath.

“What are you doing in that flimsy thing?” 

My knees buckled, and desire flushed through me at the mere sound of his voice. God! He was so sexy and he didn't even have to try. 

“I thought you'd like it.” I looked down at the t-shirt, swirling a little bit for him to see and then smiled brightly at him. I saw him swallow, and then his eyes darkened. 

“You shouldn't do.. things like this, Lora.” 

For the second time, I melted. My pussy was already dripping, begging for his attention, waiting to have him buried inside. 

“Why?” I dared to move forward, raising my chin and taking my lower lip into my mouth. 

His jaw clenched, and he swallowed for the second time. I fought the grin that threatened to play across my face and closed the space between us. My nipples, hard and aching, pressed against his wet, tailored suit, and I shuddered.

“Why don't you want me doing things like this? Do you not like it?” 

He tore his gaze from mine and straightened. “It's wrong.” 

“Because I'm young?” 

“Because you are my best friend's daughter.” 

I couldn't fight back the chuckle that escaped the back of my throat as I moved back slightly. 

“You didn't seem to care about that when you stroked your cock and yelled my name in your room.” 

“Lora, stop.” His order came, stern and cold, like a threat. But I wasn't ready to give up, not when my pussy was already wet and desperate, throbbing in pain. I had grown tired of masturbating to his thoughts every night, I wanted the real thing. 

“But it's the truth!” I insisted. 

“I regret it.” 

“Do you?” I pushed my boobs against his chest again and he stiffened. He was obviously fighting his restraint, and it made me hornier. 

“Or have you gotten better at masking your desire for me?” 

“I do not desire you.” He argued and I pressed harder against his body, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. A sigh escaped my lips as I moved my hip slowly against his hard-on. 

“This..” I pointed to his pants, “says otherwise.” 

He held my shoulders out of nowhere, startling me. He pushed me back, his dark, lust filled eyes burning into mine.

“You do not know what you're getting yourself into, Lora.” 

“I don't care, Roderick. I want you. I want you to fuck me until I can no longer walk. I want your hands to roam my body until I come undone.. please..” 

I shut my eyes halfway.. shamelessly pleading, and he bit his lip. 

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. 

“Please… daddy.” 

His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” 

I smiled.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” 

“If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.”

“Please, daddy.. fuck me.” 

His hands moved swiftly, finding their way to my waist and to the back of my head. He pulled my hair back, harshly, and I liked it. With his face so close to mine, he breathed on my sensitive skin and I held my breath. 

“Now you'll get what naughty girls like you truly deserve..”