Best Friend's Daddy: 1

Midnight Dare💦🫦

"Get your ass up here right now, Mia. I need you."

Daniel's voice cut through the dark hallway like a command I wasn't supposed to obey. My heart slammed against my ribs as I froze halfway up the stairs, one hand gripping the railing. Lila's snores drifted from the living room couch downstairs, soft and oblivious. I had only come up to grab a spare blanket, not this. Not him standing in his bedroom doorway, shirt unbuttoned, eyes locked on me like he'd been waiting all night.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice very low. My bare feet felt cold on the floor, the oversized t-shirt I'd borrowed riding up my thighs.

He stepped closer, filling the doorway. Tall, shoulders broad from years of whatever work kept him out late, silver just starting at his temples. "You know exactly what I'm doing. Come here."

I should have turned around, gone back downstairs. But my legs moved anyway, pulling me toward him until I stood inches away, close enough to smell the faint whiskey on his breath. "Mr. Vale, this is crazy. Lila's right downstairs."

"Daniel," he corrected, his hand catching my wrist. Not hard, but firm enough that heat shot straight through me. "Say it, Daniel."

"Daniel," I breathed, and the word felt like stepping off a cliff. His thumb brushed over my pulse point, feeling it race.

"Good girl." He tugged me inside the room and shut the door with a quiet click that echoed too loud in my head. The lock turned. "You've been teasing me for years, Mia. Coming over in those little shorts. Bending over to pick up shit off the floor when you thought I wasn't looking. You think I didn't notice?"

My face burned. "I wasn't... I didn't mean to."

"Bullshit." He backed me against the wall, one hand planted beside my head. His body heat wrapped around me, and I could feel how hard he already was, pressing against my stomach through his pants. "Tell me you don't want this, look me in the eye and say it."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out except a shaky breath. His free hand slid down my side, under the hem of the t-shirt, finding nothing underneath. His fingers brushed my bare hip, then higher.

"Fuck, you're not wearing anything under this." His voice dropped lower, rough. "Spread your legs."

"Daniel, we can't." But even as I said it, my thighs parted just enough for his hand to slip between them. His fingers found me slick already, and he groaned softly.

"Can't? Your pussy's dripping for me, baby. Been like this since you got here, hasn't it?" He circled my clit, slow, teasing, watching my face the whole time. "Answer me."

"Yes," I gasped, hips twitching forward against his touch. "God, yes."

He smiled then, dark and satisfied, and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning loud. Lila was right there, one floor down. If she woke up...

"Quiet," he murmured, pumping his fingers deeper, curling them just right. "Or do you want her to hear what a filthy little thing you are for her daddy?"

The words hit me like a slap, but instead of pulling away, I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. Pleasure built fast, too fast, my thighs starting to shake. "Please... slower."

"No." He added a third finger, stretching me, his thumb working my clit. "You take what I give you. Come on my hand like the good girl you pretend to be."

I came hard, burying my face in his chest to muffle the cry. My whole body clenched around his fingers, waves crashing through me while he kept moving, drawing it out until I was trembling and weak-kneed.

He pulled his hand free and brought his fingers to my lips. "Taste how bad you want this."

I sucked them clean without thinking, the taste of myself mixing with the salt of his skin. His eyes darkened as he watched, then he kissed me, deep and demanding, tongue chasing what I'd just tasted.

We broke apart, both breathing hard. He stripped his shirt off, revealing the solid chest I'd only ever glimpsed before. "On the bed. Now."

I climbed onto it, knees sinking into the mattress, pulse still racing. He followed, shedding his pants, his cock thick and heavy as it sprang free. I stared, mouth going dry.

"Scared?" he asked, kneeling between my spread legs. He gripped my thighs, pushing them wider.

"A little," I admitted, voice small. But I reached for him anyway, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking once, twice.

He hissed, hips bucking. "Then why the fuck are you stroking me like that?"

"Because I need it." The words slipped out before I could stop them. "I need you inside me, Daniel."

He groaned and lined himself up, rubbing the head through my folds. "Beg properly."

"Please fuck me." My voice cracked. "I don't care if it's wrong. Just... please."

He thrust in halfway on the first push, stretching me so full I gasped. "Tight as hell. Been saving this for me?"

I nodded frantically, legs wrapping around his waist. He pulled back and drove deeper, bottoming out with a grunt. The fullness burned in the best way, pain twisting into pleasure as he started moving.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he ordered, one hand pinning my hip, the other braced by my head. Each thrust rocked the bed, skin slapping skin. "Tell me how it feels."

"So deep," I panted between moans. "You're so big... I can feel everything."

"Yeah? Your best friend's dad stretching this little pussy?" He angled his hips, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Say it."

"You're... my best friend's dad," I whimpered, the words making me clench around him. "And you're fucking me so good."

He picked up speed, pounding harder, sweat starting to slick our bodies. His mouth found my neck, sucking marks I knew I'd have to hide tomorrow. "Gonna fill you up. Make you walk downstairs leaking my cum while she sleeps."

The dirty talk sent me spiraling again. I clawed at his back, crying out as another orgasm hit, stronger than the first. He didn't stop, chasing his own release, thrusts turning erratic.

"Fuck, Mia." He buried himself deep and came with a low growl, pulsing inside me, hot and endless.

We stayed locked together, catching our breath. His weight pressed me into the mattress, comforting and overwhelming all at once. He kissed my forehead, almost soft. "That was just the start."

I smiled up at him, dazed, running my fingers through his hair. "What if Lila wakes up?"

"She won't. But if she does..." He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from me. "You'll explain why you're in here with her old man."

The thought sent a fresh shiver through me. We cleaned up quick, him wiping me gently with a towel from his bathroom, then pulling me back into his arms on the bed. We talked in low voices, his hand stroking my back.

"You've wanted this too, haven't you?" I asked, tracing a scar on his chest. "All those times I came over."

"Every damn time." He tilted my chin up. "But now you're mine. Understand? No going back."

I nodded, kissing him again, slower this time. The kiss deepened, hands roaming, and before long he was hard again, pressing against my thigh.

"Already?" I laughed softly.

"With you? Yeah." He rolled me under him once more. "Round two. This time I want you riding me."

I straddled him, sinking down slowly, taking him inch by inch. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me. "That's it. Fuck yourself on my cock."

I moved, finding a rhythm, breasts bouncing with each drop. He watched me with that intense stare, one hand coming up to pinch my nipple. "Look at you. So eager to please."

"Only for you," I gasped, grinding down harder. The angle hit perfect, building that pressure again.

We went like that until I was close, then he flipped us, taking control from below, thrusting up while I braced on his chest. "Come for me again. Let me feel it."

I did, shuddering around him, and he followed right after, filling me a second time.

After, we lay tangled, the room smelling like sex and his cologne. "You should get back downstairs soon," he murmured, but his arms tightened around me.

"Just a few more minutes." I nestled closer, listening to his heartbeat.

That's when the floor creaked outside the door. Soft footsteps. Then a knock.

"Dad? You up? I heard voices."

Lila's voice. Right there.

Daniel's eyes met mine, a wicked glint in them as he pressed a finger to my lips. My heart stopped.