“Tony, this is the thing… Jenna and I are...seeing each other, as of last night.”
“Oh.”
Jenna wasn’t sure what that tone meant and she held her breath, waiting to out, clenching Nick’s hand.
“What kind of seeing?” her father asked, speaking slowly.
“Dating,” Nick said softly. “I’m seeing Jenna, Tony. As a guy sees a girl.”
“Oh.”
“You okay with that?” Nick asked before Jenna could.
“Are you, Jens?” Her father sounded uncertain.
“I am, Dad,” she replied, trying to convey all her emotions, even though she hadn’t quite untangled them yet. Not else really mattered anyway, as long as she had Nick, they could figure it all out.
“Well then...good,” he sighed. “I don’t know how okay I am with this. Give a guy a break; this is shocking. But...you’re two of my favorite people in the world, and I trust Nick with my life. You’re my one and only kid, Jenna, and as much as I trust Nick...you’re my daughter. Nicholas, if you hurt my daughter, there’ll be hell to pay. I hope you know that”
Jenna sighed. “Dad, this isn’t going to work if you go all protective father on your best friend.”
“It’s okay, Jenna. I wouldn’t expect any less from him,” Nick replied. “Good thing I have no intentions of hurting her, Anthony.”
Her dad laughed, the tension broken. “And Jenna, you watch out for him. I have it on good authority that he cheats at cards.”
“Who taught him?” Jenna pointed out. “I love you, Dad. If you want to talk about this...we can later. I know you may be worried.”
“Not about Nick,” her father said softly. “Just about...all of it. Jenna, there’s an age difference.”
“I’m aware.”
“And he’s my best friend.”
“I’m aware.”
“If he hurts you, I can’t take sides.”
“Dad, we know all of these things. It’s okay. We’re good together.”
“In fact,” Nick added. “We’re damn good together, Tony, so try not to worry too much.”
“Can’t help it,” her father replied, but even that felt a little forced. “Let’s do dinner and talk it all through. Sometime next week?”
“That sounds good,” Nick said, nodding to Jenna.
“Have a good time then, kids,” her father replied, chuckling. “Kids, who am I calling a kid. Bye.”
Nick stared at the phone for a moment. “That went better than I thought it would,” he commented, pulling her into his arms.
“Me too. He seems shocked but almost resigned to it.”
“I’ve gotten the, ‘stop looking at my daughter in that way’ lecture a few times now. He can be protective, but he’s also perceptive and he knows what I like.”
“What’s that?” Jenna asked, wiggling until she was sitting on his lap. His cock was already hardening and she moaned at the feel of it.
“Big, beautiful curvy women with brains. I think I found all I ever wanted in you.”
“Lucky man,” she retorted. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Want me to show you?”
“Please!”
Nick tipped her back onto the couch, pushing her skirt up so that she was bared to his view. He’d insisted on no underwear today, so although she’d packed a few changes of clothes, she’d gone bare under the skirt.
“This. I want to taste this,” he whispered, kissing her clit. “I want to taste how you fall apart and come together again and again for me, love. I want to feel you shatter.”
“Please.” It was all she could say. He dipped his head a little lower, parting her pussy lips with his tongue, dipping inside once he had her open, while his fingers worked her clit. She pulled her shirt off as best she could and unclipped the front closure of her bra, squeezing and pinching her nipples. It didn’t take long before she was grinding herself on Nick’s face, desperate for more.
“Fuck me, please, Nick. I want to come with you inside me.”
“With pleasure,” he replied, pulling off his clothes as she watched and played with her nipples. She was delightfully on edge, and the closer he got to nudity, the closer she got to coming. If she didn’t watch out, she was going to climax just from the thought of him fucking her.
Nick settled between her spread legs, stroking himself slowly. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him, to taste his come as he released it into her very willing mouth, but that could wait until later. Right now, she had to have him inside her.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered, arching toward him. She needed him to fill her, to fulfill her greedy cunt just as he had her body and soul.
“Not teasing at all, just admiring the curves.” He pressed himself inside her, and she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to bottom out in one long drawn out incredibly sexy motion that took her to the limit, and this was only the beginning.
Nick leaned down to kiss her, and Jenna opened her mouth, tasting herself on his tongue, his lips, his very breath. It was as intimate as it was sexy and her pussy started contracting almost immediately. There was no way she should be ready to come this soon, but she knew it had everything to do with the man inside her.
Jenna wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, holding him deeper, and he started groaning into her mouth. Was he that close too? On god, yes he was. She could feel him starting to tremble and shake, his body rocking harder and faster inside her, his growls and groans turning her on and driving her higher. Nick’s eyes were wide open and the fire of passion and the tenderness of love she saw in them made her melt. And started to set off a different kind of fire burning in her soul.
She was in love with this man. It was as simple as that.
Jenna’s eyes went wide as she felt the first pulsations beginning in his cock. With every powerful jet she could feel, he spurted deep inside her, triggering her own amazing climax. Jenna exploded with a cry of pure satisfaction, clenching Nick in every way she knew how. She didn’t want this to ever end.
She must have drifted off to sleep. When she opened her eyes and became aware again, Nick was gently cleaning her with one of his soft washcloths, gentle easy caresses of cloth given by loving fingers. Oh yeah, she never wanted this to end, needed it to never end. Nick was absolutely perfect. What guy ignored his afterglow to see to her needs? It was sweetly touching.
She smiled, sitting up and reaching for the cloth. “Let me return the favor,” she told him, her voice husky.
“Okay,” he agreed, handing it over. He stood perfectly still as she wiped the remnants of them off both his cock and balls. “I kinda wanted to talk to you about something,” he said when she was done.
She handed back the washcloth and stood, sensing this was something very important. “I’m all ears.”
He gave her a slow, sexy look. “Honey, there are a lot of things you are, but all ears doesn’t even fit in the ballpark.”
“So what is it,” she asked, smoothing down his rumpled hair.
“Now that I realize what we are to each other, I’d like to know if…” He stopped there, and pulled in a deep breath. “If you might like to move in. I know it’s very soon, but we have something here, something very special that we need to explore. I want to do it under one roof. What do you think?”
“I think…” She swallowed past the ball of emotion clogging her throat. “I think that would be perfect.”
THE END
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Desired by My Dad’s Best Friend
Ava May
Desired By My Dad’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
When I pulled up in the cul de sac and lugged my bags up the front steps, I expected Tawney to answer the door. But it wasn’t. In front of me stood Evan Travers. He was shirtless and wore loose fitting shorts. His chest was tan and sweaty and his light brown eyes shined.
“Well, well, if it isn’t little Zoe Moore.”
I tried to smile, but failed. “Hi Evan, long time no see. Is my dad around?”
“No darlin’, he’s out of town. I’m watching the mutts for him.”
I nodded, and he moved to let me through the doorway, grabbing my bags in the process.
“Are you home for good?”
“Yep,” I replied, not in the least bit interested in explaining why I was running home to my daddy when I had been living with my long-time boyfriend. We’d been dating since we were fifteen, and I had just moved in with him six months ago. Now I was home and not happy about it at all.
He followed behind me and settled my bags against the wall. Before I was able to sneak away, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I sucked in a breath when my cheek met his sweaty chest as he ran his hand through my short hair. I’d cut it off trying to make a change—a drastic one.